"Looks like we're staying here."

Jisung slapped his cheeks for the thousandth time.

Some part of him felt scared of being left alone without Eunwoo and the house workers. The other part of him was squealing like an idiot for having various thoughts about Minho and him together doing things.

"Fuck you dirty mind! Fuck you fanfictions!" He not so tragically rained himself with colorful vocabularies.

"Fuck you Minho!"

The mentioned boy hummed in response. "What did I do wrong this time?"

One: you came into my life with three fucking cats as your security guards and stepped on me like how those kpop idols smashed me in every comebacks. Two: your existence has damaged me physically and mentally because I can't get you out of my head, even when I'm sleeping.
Three: you fucking recognized me when there's Cesar Millan and your presence caused this fucking heavenly incident.
Four: you friendzoned me.

Jisung kept getting deeper and deeper into his ocean of thoughts. He wanted to pour his minds out, but he's a fucking coward who decided to say, "You're breathing." to sum up his thoughts.

Minho was rather too busy preparing a decent place to sleep than to listen to Jisung. He wanted to build a small hut with whatever scraps he could find close by, but discarded the idea because he didn't want to get accused for messing with public place, hence the boy switched his hut idea to a small bench. Sadly the Gucci boy couldn't sleep on a wooden bench with his crippling old men-like backache. He was running out of ideas like how he usually does.

Poor Minho kept walking in circles, confused on how his brain stopped functioning when he needs it the most.

The sight of the four cats sleeping caught Minho's attention. Elizabeth the 3rd was sleeping in ease with his three cats slept on top of her side, forming a line. Jisung couldn't help but feel slightly uncomfortable seeing Minho who's intensely staring the cats.

He was reminded of Seungmin's creepy stalker stories, where once told a guy who was so in love with a beautiful rookie in his workplace. His mom told him to follow his dream, so he followed the lady everywhere. As time went by, things got worse. The guy was stalking her; when she was sleeping, bathing, eating, working, etcetera. Obviously the girl noticed the creepy stalker, but couldn't report him to the police because the guy kept sending her death threats. She ended up killing herself with bleach. Seungmin ended the story with the creepiest ending: he said that until now the stalker was still alive, he carefully watched her grave with lustful eyes. (holy shit that's actually a good plot LMAO)

Okay, back to the shit

Jisung let out several heavy yawns. "Are you gonna stare at those kitties until dawn? I'm getting sleepy and you're getting creepy. Holy crap that rhymes." He flopped his body onto the hard stony road, not daring to sleep directly on the grass due to hygiene issues.

Minho noticed the sleepy boy trying to sleep comfortably but couldn't. His inner caring side took control over his body, thus he sit next to the blonde with his legs crossed.

He patted his thigh several times until he caught Jisung's attention.

"What?"

"Here. Put your head on here." He patted his thigh one more time.

Jisung realized what the older meant and couldn't help but blushed. Lost in the park at night with Minho is one thing, but sleeping on his beautiful thighs is another thing. Damn, what a lucky bitch, he thought. Yes, he just referred himself as a bitch because self degrading is one hell of a hobby.

Minho waited for the younger to scoot his head but to no avail since Jisung.exe has stopped working.

On a sudden, Minho picked up Jisung's head, then placed it on his thighs. It was cold outside, but Jisung's head felt so warm on his thighs. Jisung thanked the darkness for hiding his flushed cheeks.

Boy, he's in heaven.

Automatically Minho ran his fingers through the sleepy boy's blonde hair. If Elizabeth the 3rd's fur is soft, Jisung's hair is much softer. He was wondering what kind of shampoo he was using to make it extremely soft and puffy.

Jisung couldn't sleep at all. He's too in love to be sleeping on his ultimate crush's thighs.

"You want me to sing a lullaby for you?" He caressed Jisung's forehead, down to his ears, cheeks, until his fingers finally reached his chin. He rubbed his chin softly with his hand, creating different shapes on his chest with his other hand.

He's basically petting Jisung.

"Yes please—I mean you can sing if you want to... totally up to you." He almost lost self control by having Minho's hands all over his face and under.

"Okay, let me think of a song." He paused for what it seemed like eternity for the eager Jisung. "Rock-a-bye dipshit on the burning wood..."

Jisung interrupted his singing. "You're making that up."

"I was just kidding, Sung-ie." Minho laughed happily while Jisung was too whipped to react. "You swear a lot, so I made the lyrics that would suit you."

"I hate you." He didn't, though.

"Sorry." He took a deep breath. "Rock-a-bye, baby on the treetop. When the wind blows... the cradle will rock. If the bough breaks... the cradle will fall. But hyung will catch you, cradle and all~"

"I didn't know you can sing so well. Too bad you got eliminated from the singing club's audition."

Minho just smiled. "That's okay, the club was full anyway." He then continued singing.

Jisung was mesmerized upon hearing the older's sweet singing. As if the sky wasn't dazzling enough for him to dive into. Below the sky, underneath the painting of nature, there's Lee Minho: a fucking masterpiece. Minho's voice was a drug, and he was the drug dealer. The only thing which prevents him from another dose of drug was his own sleepiness.

"Rock-a-bye baby... do not you fear. Never mind baby... hyung is near. Wee little fingers, eyes are shut tight. Now sound asleep until morning light~"

He planted a soft kiss on the forehead of the sleeping boy. Unlike those sneaky people on stories who pretends to sleep in moments like this, Jisung was falling into a deep slumber. His slightly parted lips let out little snores, filling the silence.

"Good night, Sung-ie..." Soon the said boy fell asleep himself.

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"Is this the boy you're looking for? He matched all the descriptions you had given me." A giant male took a closer step towards the two sleeping beauty, carefully examined the one's with Gucci.

"Yes, I believe that's Han Jisung and Oh my God I can't believe what I saw..." Eunwoo parted the other boy's bangs to make sure he wasn't seeing things. Well, he was utterly shocked. "Thanks, Bob. You can leave me here." Bob nodded in response, then left as he was told.

Without wasting another second, Eunwoo grabbed his phone from his pocket. Within seconds, he secretly took several pictures of his favorite ship in the whole universe. Sometimes he stopped doing his action just to look at his surroundings. He was just taking pictures, but it felt like he's watching porn in open space.

Eunwoo picked up the four sleeping cats, as they gradually woke up from his touch. The cats walked themselves towards their respective owner, tickling them in the process.

Being the first one awake, Minho nuzzled his head on the soft fur. "Good morning my babies." He yawned, stretching his body in the process. Cracks of previously tense muscles throughout his body creates a rhythmical morning song for the cats to hummed in. "Hey, Mr. Cha!" With his awful morning breath, he greeted the awkwardly smiling man.

"HOLY SHIT, ELIZABITCH WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!" The younger finally woke up, accidentally threw Elizabeth the 3rd on the process. Thank God Eunwoo was fast to react.

Elizabeth the 3rd froze in utter fear. "What a great way to wake up, am I right?" Eunwoo wiggled his eyebrows in the most pervert way as possible.

"You fucker, I'll shove your ass with colorful pencils next time!"

"My ass would be the prettiest fucking rainbow in the whole world. Unlike you, I have nice ass. Not those petty silicons you're filling your asses with."

"Excuse me?! First of all my booties are fucking organic and nice. Second, those pencils will destroy your ass like how my future boyfriend will destroy mine!"

"What the fuck, I thought you're a switch..." Eunwoo stuck his tongue out in disgust. "You're still underage for all the fun grown-up stuff."

Minho couldn't believe his eyes. He just witnessed a teenage boy and a grown up man having a heated conversation between asses and pencils.

Minho gathered all his bravery to stood up between the two barking individuals. For a second he thought about contacting Cesar Millan but doesn't want to embarrass them. Plan B is to stop the fight with his body even though he's at risk of being smacked down by both sides.

Eunwoo scratched his slick hair, confused. "Minho, why are you standing?" Jisung was as confused as his personal assistant.

Minho cleared his throat, attempting to sound like Captain America. "I'm doing the right thing, which is to stop the fight." Jisung cringed in the process but also whipped. Minho as Captain America is one hell of a concept.

Not wanting to embarrass his crush in public place, he explained, "Hyung, this is our normal conversation. Please don't take it seriously." Eunwoo nodded. "Let's go home. Hyung, I'm giving you free hot bath as my thank you gift for yesterday."

"What happened yesterday?" Eunwoo gasped dramatically.

"I said let's go home."

As said, the three humans and four cats went inside the red cadmium color coated car. The car was spacey enough to fit the citizen of China and India.

They didn't use the AC. Therefore as Eunwoo speed up the engine, the driver and all the passengers can enjoy the morning breeze. With birds chirping the euphonical songs of nature, Jisung felt like a newlywed waiting for the first night.

Jisung broke the peaceful silence himself. "What took you so long to find me? You can just search the whole garden for me."

"I can ask the same question for you," Eunwoo snickered.

"I could've died!" There goes the hyperbole.

"You looked happy, even when you're sleeping."

Oof.

Jisung was running out of defense statement. "You shouldn't have—Oh My God, is that Hyunjin?" He shook Minho's shoulder, finger pointing sharp at Hyunjin.

Minho looked outside, following his finger. "Yeah—why is he holding hands with whoever is that?!"

"Seungmin won't be happy about this."

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Idk whether I've done good enough as an author. Thx for reading 💜