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My fuckbuddy is kind to my cats and my cats like him. I’m starting to have feelings for him because of that
u/linoiscute
Every time he comes to my place he’d greet my cats first, all three of them, crouch down like “heyyyy buddy how is it going?” and scratch their little faces while they purr. Then after a little while he’d just stand up and kiss me hard and go straight to business. Like…he’s dominant in bed but kinda cute around my cats. He also has dimples. And they show when he smiles. My cats love him for some reason. My cats don’t take kindly to strangers but they would jump on his lap when we were making out. And when he was about to leave, my cats, two of them at least, wouldn’t stop following him and meowing at him. It was a bit embarrassing. My youngest cat was screaming at him one time when he was leaving. He laughed and said “hey what do you want? Wanna come with me?” My youngest doesn't even treat me this nicely. I feel I’m starting to like him more than I’m supposed to because my stupid cats like him.
Minho stared at his laptop. And he was irritated.
At the people and world.
Was there not a single person who understood his problem? Did every single person think with their downstairs brain or something?
He had made that post two hours ago.
Two hours.
And now the comments were:
PenzKargin ~
Awww. I need this. Love a man who is stupid for animals.
What the fuck was wrong with people?! Sure his fuckbuddy is stupid, Minho does agree with that but why love???
Gaga0649 ~
This was one of the early moments with my husband that defined our relationship. I overheard him singing a little song to my cat and fell for him even harder.
And what was supposed to be his takeaway from this comment?
Americanoicedcoffee ~
I have a fidgety cat. If my fuckbuddy and cat like each other, I’m taking it to the next level.
Minho wanted to reply to that comment with, “Dear human, are you mentally well?”
Hf5672 ~
There’s something so sexy about a man who loves cats.
Yeah, no. He was a dog person who just tolerated his cats….at least he thinks so.
Suddenly his phone vibrated loudly. He blindly reached for it, still scrolling down the comments.
“Did you just make that Reddit post about feelings for fuckbuddy because he’s nice to your cats?”
Minho frowned before he rushed up and winced. He accidentally made the post on his main Reddit. Lovely.
“I’m taking the silence as an affirmation, then.”
Minho gulped, “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Hyung…do you have feelings for him?”
“...I tolerate him.”
“That’s not what your post said.”
“Is it too late to take it down? Actually, never mind, I’m taking it down.”
“What? NO! NO! DON’T TAKE IT DOWN!”
“Han Jisung, I’m not airing my dirty laundry on my main!”
“Okay, first, that post is cute. Second! See the comments and awards and the karma count!”
“I really don’t care.”
“Then why’d you post?”
“Because I’m confused!”
“Hyung…do you want to talk?”
Minho exhaled, “Good night.”
“Wait hyu-”
But Minho hung up, tossing the phone somewhere in the bed.
He shut his laptop, turned off the lights and just went to bed. He can deal with this problem later.
The card machine beeped as he swiped his card and walked in.
Skillfully he avoided the production department and just made his way to the dance department.
He set his things in his office room before making his way to the studio.
The class would start coming in the next 15 minutes. He started queuing the music and setting the room for the class to begin.
If he remembered his schedule right, he had a few dance lessons, and one choreo check before he could take his lunch break for the day and then return to work.
His day had been so hectic. The dance lessons took more out of him than he thought. He had pretty much forgotten about the Reddit post until he was on his break in his office and there was a knock on the door. He was sorting some paperwork, his back to the door. Minho spent so little time in his office, usually just staying at the studio for longer periods and coming to his office to only keep his things at the beginning of his day and then collect them at the end of the day. So everyone knew not to disturb him if he was in his office. Unless it was Hyunjin wanting to cry and complain in privacy or one of the twins wanting to be a nuisance. Really, just those three ever bothered him.
“Come in!” he called, expecting one of the three, though he was a little weirded out that the person knocked. They never knocked. He wondered if maybe he should have asked who it was.
He heard the door open and close.
Too late, then.
Looking over his shoulder he paused.
“What are you doing here?” he asked,
“I wanted to see you.”
Minho blinked.
“I…” his neck and ears started getting red. He cleared his throat, “You usually stop by the studio to drop off Jisungie’s coffee. You didn’t today. I just wanted to make sure everything was okay.”
Minho cleared his throat, “Yes. Yes, everything’s fine. I…forgot to get coffee today. Busy day.”
“Oh? Did something happen?”
“...uh, no. Just…Just didn’t get coffee today.”
“Right. No, yeah, I understand. Busy days happen.”
Minho nodded, “Right. Now that is out of the way, anything else I can help you with?”
He blinked, as if a deer caught in headlights, “Not really.”
Minho blinked and then reached for his wallet, “Then can I head out for lunch if that is all?”
“I thought you packed your lunch…”
Just then the door to his office swung open.
“Hyung! Are you ready t-” Jisung stopped, eyeing the other guy in the room. “Channie hyung what are you doing here?”
The redness deepened. “I…just..came for..uh, to, uh, say hi?”
Jisung blinked, “Are you asking me?”
“No! No! No! I’m telling you.”
“Right…” Jisung turned and looked at Minho.
Minho thanked every god he ever laid his eyes on.
“Shall we go out for our lunch?” he asked
Jisung nodded.
“You both are going out for lunch?” Chan asked
“Yeah, there’s this new BBQ restaurant that hyung is treating me to.” Jisung grinned, looping his arm with Minho’s. “I would ask if you want to join but I already got us a reservation for two.”
“Oh no, don’t worry about it. I don’t want to intrude on your time together.” he smiled softly, “Have fun you two.”
“Will do hyung!”
“The restaurant doesn’t have a reservation system,” Minho noted as soon as they were in the hallways far enough.
“Do you really want Chan hyung to know that?” Jisung replied, “We can still invite him. Cha-”
“Don’t you fucking dare!” Minho reached and pulled him back.
Jisung just gave him a look. “Are you two fighting?”
“No.”
“Is the fucking not going well?”
Minho shot him a look.
“Is it about the Reddit post from last night?”
Minho exhaled.
“I think we should talk about it.”
Minho joined his current company as a backup dancer, quickly progressing to a choreographer in less than a year. During that time, he took a young Australian dancer-model, Felix, under his wing. It started as teaching each other the language the other struggled with only to end up in a beautiful friendship.
Through Felix, he met Jisung. Now Minho had heard of Jisung and 3RACHA but he never ventured into that side of the company. Minho was notorious for keeping to himself. But Han Jisung had something about him that made Minho want to protect him. 3RACHA were one of the best-selling groups under the company and Minho had seen their performances more than once. Had even gone to their concerts twice (company perks). He knew of CB97 and SpearB but he didn’t know them. Jisung would occasionally slip some things about the duo but Minho never voluntarily reached out to find out more about the duo. He was more than happy with his current friendship with Jisung, Felix and Hyunjin- a kpop idol he choreographed routines for.
It was one of those wretched company-wide Christmas parties. He wasn’t planning on going but rather wanted to stay in, cuddle his cats and watch a serial killer movie. That was enough of a party for Minho.
But Jisung and Felix, or devil twins as he calls them, all but dragged him to the party. And promptly ditched him. Jisung went to god knows where and Felix made a beeline for Hyunjin and Changbin. That kid couldn’t even hide his crush properly. Minho chuckled and made his way to the bar.
“Prosecco,” he told the bartender and settled on the stool, watching the party unfold.
Soon he had a glass of Prosecco in his hand, casually drinking while waiting for people to not realize he had even arrived so he could just leave.
“Got ditched?”
He turned to look at the voice.
CB97.
Dressed in a nice blazer and slacks, and missing a shirt. So much on-brand for him.
“Something like that,” Minho muttered
“Me too.”
Minho wanted to roll his eyes. Here comes the relatable story.
“I don’t even know where Changbin went. And he dragged me here tonight.”
Minho lowered his glass and pointed in a general direction. “He’s out there with Hyunjin and Felix.”
“Both?” his eyebrows raised.
“Well, I don’t know much about him, but I’m pretty sure he has enough stamina. He looks physically capable.”
The man next to him suddenly choked on his drink, plain beer, Minho noticed, going into a coughing fit that he tried his best to keep subtle.
“You alright?” he asked after a moment, reaching for tissues to give him.
“Yeah,” he chuckled, taking the tissues and thanking him. “Just, uh, didn’t expect that.”
Minho shrugged.
“What about you?”
Minho gulped before looking back at the guy, “What about me?”
“You here with someone?”
“Just me.”
The guy nodded. “That’s unfortunate.”
Minho shrugged, “It is what it is. Not everyone has fangirls getting on their knees at least once every fancall event.”
The guy blinked, a soft pink colouring his cheeks, “It isn’t that often.”
“How often is not often?”
He rolled his eyes, “Well, it’s not like I’m going to take any of them up on their offer.”
“How come?”
“They aren’t my type.”
Minho should have bit his tongue and kept quiet. But they do say that curiosity killed the cat and he was pretty much a cat soul trapped in a human body.
“Who is your type?”
The guy kept his glass on the counter walked closer to him, and gently put a hand on his thigh, albeit hesitantly. As if he would be shocked or something if he wasn’t being careful.
“Am I your type?”
Now Minho wasn’t one for drunk one-night stands in his office of all places. But he had to say that CB97 was very quite convincing.
The bottom line, his dick game was strong.
Almost addicting.
The next time it happened was during a night out that Jisung invited him to. At first, Minho didn’t want to intrude into a production team night out, but Jisung insisted it was more of a friends night out.
That night he met Changbin, the last member of 3RACHA, and Seungmin, another idol in the company. His performances usually included simple choreos so that explained why Minho never worked with him. And finally Jeongin, the next soloist to debut under the label sometime this year.
3RACHA were Seungmin and Jeongin’s producers, the two of them being pretty involved in production themselves.
It had been a while since they had arrived and everyone was moderately drunk.
While looking around, and laughing at something Hyunjin had said, his eyes accidentally met Chan’s.
And the next thing?
He was giving excuses about leaving. Using his three children as an excuse. Jisung narrowed his eyes. He knew Minho never forgot to feed his cats. He would rather forget to feed himself. But thankfully he didn’t question anything out in the open.
He was outside, booking a taxi, which showed a 10-minute waiting time.
Just a minute before the taxi was to arrive, he felt a hand on his back.
“Your place or mine?” Chan asked
“Which is closer?”
“Mine’s 15 minutes away.”
“Yours it is then.”
What started as a two-time one-night stand slowly turned into a fuckbuddy situation. Neither of them had a relationship. Chan was forbidden under the contractual agreement and Minho wasn’t interested.
And since both were interested in men in a country like Korea…yeah a public relationship wasn’t on the cards.
Their usual hookup spots were either someplace at the company or at Chan’s studio apartment. Mostly because of easier access and quickness.
Until one night, Minho had been creating a new routine and didn’t check the time until his cat feeder alarm went off. Minho was later than late.
He quickly packed his things and was rushing down when by chance out of the corner of his sight, he saw a speck of light at the end of the corridor.
Curiosity got the better of him.
Making his way there, he realised it was the 3RACHA studio. Which didn’t make sense since Jisung sent him, like, 5 snaps on his way home a couple of hours ago. And Changbin left with him.
So that meant that it was Chan inside.
Minho checked his watch. It was close to 11:30 pm.
Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door loudly. It took a few moments but the door opened.
Chan was dressed casually in black, with a beanie and headphones around his neck.
“Everything okay, Minho?”
“Why are you still here? It’s 11:30.”
“I…” he spared a look over his shoulder at his production setup, “Just working on something.” he weakly chuckled.
“At 11:30?”
Chan shrugged, “Inspiration can strike anytime.” he chuckled
Minho took a deep breath, “Did you have dinner?”
Chan blinked, eyes wide and round, “Uh…”
Minho exhaled, “How about you call it off for tonight? I was going to make some tteokbeokki for tonight you can join me.”
“Oh, it’s fine! I don’t want to trouble you! I’ll eat when I get home.”
“Hyung, I’ve seen your fridge and kitchen. Can you pack up in 5 minutes?”
That was the first time they fucked over at Minho’s one-bedroom apartment. It was only slightly bigger than Chan’s studio but it was sufficient for Minho and his three cats.
The sex was great, as usual.
It was in the morning that Minho woke up in a cold bed. That was usually his MO, leaving before Chan woke up. He wasn’t used to it being the other way around.
But then he heard some clanging in the kitchen.
Pulling a pair of sweats and a random shirt, he walked out to see something he had never imagined.
His three cats were sitting on the island and Chan was cooking something while talking to the cats. Nothing major, but…it was so domestic.
Minho didn’t do domestic.
But what surprised him was that Doongi and Dori weren’t fond of strangers. Soonie was tolerable.
Chan was a stranger.
What was going on?
Did he wake up to a parallel world or something?
“Oh, Minho! Good morning.”
Okay, that was too much joy and a sunny smile for someone who hadn’t had their morning coffee yet.
“I hope you didn’t mind that I made some breakfast.”
Minho shook his head, “No problem.”
It was nothing too fancy, just omelettes.
“Oh, and I also fed your cats. It was the food from that cabinet right?”
Minho blinked, slowly nodding.
Chan grinned and reached to scratch Soonie’s head, “You’ve got some smart cats.”
Minho had been sleeping with Chan for almost 8 months now but he was pretty sure it was this moment that something changed.
Also, Soonie purred.
His Soonie purred when Chan scratched him.
He did wake up in a parallel world.
“You and Chan hyung are fucking each other?” was the first thing he faced when he entered his office that day.
Jisung stood there, arms folded, a disapproving look on his face. Behind him, Hyunjin was sitting on his chair, having the same look, just shaking his head disapprovingly.
“Did you just hit your head or something?” Minho asked, putting his things away.
“Chan hyung told me.”
Minho paused and looked at him. “Chan hyung told you?”
“He all but spelled it out.”
Minho exhaled. “Why did he tell you?”
“He’s my best friend!”
“Sure. And why did you tell Hyunjin? Last I checked you were both at each other’s throat.”
“Okay, one, that was ages ago. Keep up with current affairs, hyung!” Hyunjin rolled his eyes, “Two, I was there recording my new demo when the news broke out. It was right after you came to drop off Jisungie's coffee, by the way.”
Great! Now it had officially become everyone’s business. Knowing Jisung and Hyunjin, no way were these two just gonna get over it. Just wonderful.
Jisung usually had a more laid-back schedule compared to the other two and Minho had a habit of picking up coffee for him on his way to the office. Usually, they met in the hallways where Minho would hand him the coffee but just once he went to deliver it to his studio.
Minho ignored him.
Chan gave him a shy wave.
But their sex life was definitely not ignored.
Minho started noticing how Chan stayed longer hours after. He once even heard Chan playing an unreleased demo to his cats. But cut it off the moment Minho entered the room.
Chan’s cooking also wasn’t great but it was edible. In his humble opinion.
The situation that put Minho in the current dilemma was he had just finished showering after an orgasmic session. He was about to step out, the door was only lightly open when he heard a soft gentle voice, sounding almost sleepy.
“Your dad’s amazing, do you know that? I’m more of a dog person but I can see he raised three great distinguished gentlemen.” a soft chuckle, “I’m so glad to have met your dad. And I’m so glad to have met you three.”
Followed by a soft meow.
Minho’s breath hitched.
Why did his chest feel tight? He gulped and took a few moments before walking out.
Chan was asleep, cuddling Dori.
Dori never let him cuddle him.
The next morning was both their day off.
As Chan sat on the step putting on his shoes, Doongie sat next to him, pathetically meowing, even pawing at him.
“What’s up, buddy? I’ve got to go home. But I’ll be back soon.”
Presumptuous much? Minho wanted to scoff.
As if to make the already bad situation worse, Dori padded up to Chan and tried to get on his lap. Either to go with him or make him stay, Minho didn’t know.
Chan just laughed, gently petting the purring cat on his lap before he kept them back.
“I really need to go.”
Doongie flipped his head toward Minho and meowed. Did he want Minho to stop Chan from leaving or something? How did his children turn out to be so traitorous? Where did he go wrong in their upbringing?
Chan chuckled, gave both the cats a goodbye scratch, and walked out.
Minho narrowed his eyes at the two before making his way to the cat tree where Soonie was, watching the scene unfold.
He gave the cat gentle scratches before lifting him and taking him to the kitchen where he kept special treats for special occasions.
“You are my favourite.” he muttered, giving Soonie the treat.
Two weeks later when Chan came over, to his utter surprise, Dori jumped on his lap while the two were making out on the living room couch. And that little demon then started purring and pawing, trying to get his attention.
Chan broke the kiss with a smile and reached to give Dori some attention.
Once he had his fill, Dori leapt off.
Chan smiled and then turned back to Minho, “Right. Where were we?”
Minho blinked.
“Do you want to take it to the bedroom?”
Minho just got up, grabbed his hand and pulled him inside, making sure all three cats were out.
Right now he did not need any pussy intervention.
This is all that led to the current dilemma.
“You love him. Or at least, you like him. In a more than friends or fuckbuddies way.” Jisung said, as if stating the obvious.
“I don’t do relationships.”
“Well, Chan hyung clearly didn’t get that memo.”
“Listen,” Minho leaned forward, lowering his voice, “he just comes over, we fuck, and then he leaves. That is not how relationships are to be.”
“What do you know about relationships? You haven’t dated since the Jurassic Era.”
Minho pressed his lips and gave him an annoyed look.
“Hyung…you wouldn’t have made that Reddit post if you didn’t have at least conflicting or emerging emotions for Chan hyung.”
“That Reddit post was a mistake and I blame Yongbokkie.”
“Blame him all you want for getting you on Reddit but you voluntarily made that post.”
Minho exhaled and lowered his head.
Jisung stayed silent for a moment, grilling the meat before he spoke up again, “You can always end things with him.”
Minho’s head shot up. Eyes wide.
“What? I’m serious. If you are having feelings and Chan hyung isn’t or whatever is going on that you think might pose an issue for whatever you two have going on, maybe it is best to call it off.”
Minho bit the inside of his cheek, mumbling something.
“What was that?”
Minho exhaled, “I don’t want to.”
“You don’t want to break up with Chan hyung?”
Minho gave him a look. “He’s great in bed, okay? Like…really really good. The way he-”
“I really don’t need to hear that,” Jisung said, face contorted in disgust.
“Then don’t ask.”
“That was not what I asked!”
Minho exhaled, “Look, can we not talk about it?”
“Whatever you wish.”
They didn’t talk about it.
And Minho was happy about it. Happy to forget this one turmoil he was going through.
Until…Chan texted him asking if he could come over.
Minho was not really in the mood for fucking, something he replied to Chan with.
Bang Chan
Oh? Can I see you one last time before I leave?
Just a simple rendezvous
Minho blinking.
Leaving?
He quickly switched over to Jisung’s chat.
Han Jisungie
Why tf is Chan texting me to meet up before he leaves
Why is he leaving?
Where is he leaving?
The one person who is always stuck to his phone was not on his phone.
Just wonderful luck Minho has.
Jisung did not reply.
5 minutes passed. Having still gotten no reply, he sighed and reopened Chan’s thread.
Bang Chan
Oh? Can I see you one last time before I leave?
Just a simple rendezvousSure
Great! Omw!
It was about 15 minutes later that Jisung replied to his text.
Han Jisungie
Why tf is Chan texting me to meet up before he leaves
Why is he leaving?
Where is he leaving?
We are going on a pan-Asia tour tomorrow…?
I told you.
It took a few moments until Minho remembered that Jisung had indeed told him. Had even invited him but Minho had a schedule of his own to keep up and had refused.
Right
Have funThanks!
Btw, Chan’s gonna strip in the new performance routine.
Minho just rolled his eyes.
I have seen enough naked Chan. I’ve seen more than your fans have.
Have you now?
Before Minho could reply, there was a knock at the door. He tossed his phone aside and walked up to check.
It was Chan.
He had this huge grin on his face when he entered, a plastic bag in his hand.
“Don’t you have an early morning flight tomorrow?”
Chan nodded, removing his shoes. Hearing the commotion, Dori walked up and then meowed loudly seeing his second favourite human (in Minho’s opinion).
“Hey, baby!” Chan giggled, reaching down and Dori raised his front legs, asking to be lifted. In the next moment, the cat was perched comfortably on Chan’s shoulder, eyeing Minho as if Chan was now his property and daring him to cross that boundary.
“How was your day?” Chan asked
Minho was about to answer only to realise that the question was aimed at Dori.
Dori leaned into Chan’s loving scratches and purred so loudly.
To join his traitorous brother, and make matters worse, Doongie walked up to Chan and started trying to climb his leg, while meowing loudly.
Laughing, Chan reached down and lifted the other cat too, who took the perch on the other shoulder.
Minho was hurt. Seriously, where had he gone wrong in their upbringing? Had he not taught them to not go with strangers?
“Oh, my babies.” Chan giggled, “I love you both, but I am here to see your Dad, huh?”
Minho just blinked. Maybe I’m in love with you .
“What was that?” Chan asked, slowly keeping the two cats down, looking at him in question.
“What?”
“You just said something. Under your breath.”
Minho blinked, quickly realising he might have said it out loud.
A furious warmth covered his face.
“I said I’m going to sell you to the zoo!” With that, he promptly turned and headed for the bathroom, quickly locking himself in.
What the fuck was wrong with him?!
UGH!
He wanted to scream!
Instead, he took a few deep breaths and washed his face with cold water before walking out.
Chan was in the kitchen.
“I brought some takeout from your favourite place. I hope it is okay.”
Minho just nodded.
That was probably the first night in the last year the two had been hooking up when they just met up and there was no sex involved.
Chan talked about the setlist, a few additions, and how Hyunjin was going to open their concert at a couple of places before he had to fly back for his own comeback.
He left around 10 pm, but not before pressing a long, needy and demanding kiss to his lips.
Minho was very close to saying fuck it and pull him to the bedroom, but before that thought could solidify in his head, Chan pulled back, kissed his cheek, gave him that 1000W smile and walked out.
Minho spent the next two weeks in extreme agony.
Agony over his feelings for a certain rapper-producer. He even took a weekend off and went over to Gimpo to get some fresh air. But the issue of Bang Chan kept reappearing.
And this was agonising until his mother decided she had enough.
“Is it a guy?”
Minho exhaled loudly, not pausing his activity of cutting watermelons.
“Son, you can tell me these things.”
Only now. His parents had taken his interest in men with a grain of salt, hoping for years that it would just be a phase and go away. Unfortunately, it did not go away. They had to accept it in the end, if they didn’t want to lose their only son.
Still, such conversations weren’t easy for his parents and he knew that.
“Kind of.”
She smiled, “How long have you known each other? Where did you two meet?”
“You remember Jisungie?”
“Is it Jisungie?”
“No eomma! It’s not Jisungie.” he pressed his lips, “It’s Jisungie’s friend. From his group.”
“The short one or the foreign one?”
“The foreign one. Bang Chan.”
“Ah…”
“We, uh… never mind, it is complicated.”
“No, no. Tell me.”
Minho just clicked his tongue.
“Lee Minho, I was 25 once too.”
“You were married at 25.”
“All the more reason you can tell me these things.”
Minho sighed and looked at his mother, “We are…we aren’t dating but, uhm, we were…”
“Physical with each other?”
Minho nodded, a warmth covering his cheeks, as he kept his hands busy and eyes trained on the watermelon.
“What changed?”
He whined a little, “He’s good to the cats.”
“To Soonie, Doongie and Dori?”
Minho nodded. “He’s weirdly nice to them. He treats them amazingly. He calls them his babies. Can you believe this man’s audacity? And he cooks too. Checks up on me. Brings me food. And…and…ugh! We were just supposed to be…you know…physical. And now…” he sighed, “Do you know how irritating that is?”
His mother didn’t say anything for a few moments.
Minho thought he had offended his mother.
Only for her to laugh.
He looked at her confused.
“Oh, my son. That isn’t irritation. That is love. You love him. But you pretend to be this cold-hearted person…give him a chance. He seems like a good boy. And if he has taken care of you for so long with just a physical relationship in mind, I’m sure he would take great care of you if you two dated.”
For three months those words carried in his head. Three months. Which was the entire duration of the 3RACHA concert tour.
Occasionally he caught snippets of the concerts trending on social media. Occasionally Jisung would send snaps.
It took Minho three months to make a decision.
Jisung had sent him a snap from the comfort of his apartment and that was when Minho knew they were all back.
With a deep breath, Minho opened Chan’s contact.
Bang Chan
Hyung, we need to talk
Text me when you are ready to come over
Or I’ll meet you at your place
Whatever floats your boat.
Minho’s place floated his boat.
Three days later, Chan texted he was on his way to meet Minho.
To his surprise, Chan entered with a small carry bag.
“What’s with the bag?” Minho asked,
“Oh this?” he giggled, before opening it and taking out a few toys. Cat toys.
“Soonie? Dori? Doongie?” he called, followed by some clicking of the tongue and Dori just rushed out. He sat on the couch as the three cats assembled in front of him.
Safe to say all three cats loved about seven cat toys Chan had bought.
“You didn’t have you. They are already spoiled as it is.” Minho grumbled,
“I’d like to spoil them further.”
And Minho made the decision.
Before Chan could say anything, Minho climbed on his lap, holding him down.
“The cats aren’t the only ones who missed you.”
Chan hummed, reaching to grab his ass, “Did my kitten miss me too?”
Minho would refuse till his death bed that that nickname did things to him.
“Bedroom now.”
“Whatever you say, my Prince.”
In the morning, Minho woke up first, thanks to the furball weight on his chest.
He groaned in his sleep, reaching to pet Soonie. The soft pitter-patter of the rain acting as a white noise.
Peripherally, he noticed Chan, still sleeping next to him, chest and face bare of everything but a blanket.
He looked ethereal.
This entire situation, waking up next to Chan, with his cats nearby, on a rainy Saturday morning…it felt fresh out of a kdrama moment and weirdly enough…Minho liked it. He liked it too much.
Minho sometimes lurked in those fan-twitter waters and he knew a lot of fans said Chan to be carved out of marble as a Greek god. If only they could see him right now.
Soonie meowed.
“I know.” he looked back at his orange cat, “I think I love him too. I don’t suppose any of you have any issue with that?”
Soonie just continued to purr, trying to snuggle Minho.
Minho was enjoying that serene moment.
It was hard for him to admit, but he wanted this moment every day.
A purring cat to his chest, the man he loved next to him, in his house, early morning rainy day bliss and nothing to worry about. He was happy and content.
Until Doongie decided that peace was never an option and bit his toe.
“What?” Minho demanded, wincing and frowning at the cat. Doongie just meowed and Minho understood his cats needed food.
“Great timing you guys have,” he grumbled, getting off the bed.
In the kitchen, he pulled their food bowls and poured the cat food into them. Once done, he decided he might as well start cooking breakfast.
He was about to turn off the stove when a pair of arms wrapped around his waist.
That was new.
“You know you are not as quiet as you thought.”
After a few seconds of confusion, fear shot through Minho’s spine.
He wanted to turn around but Chan’s arms were strong.
“Was this what you wanted to talk about last night before your mouth got busy elsewhere?”
Gulping, Minho nodded.
“Oh good. Glad we cleared that out. Otherwise, things would have been awkward.”
Minho frowned. Chan’s grip loosened a little and Minho used that chance to turn around and face him.
Now his grip tightened around his back, pulling him closer.
“I’ve been in love with you too. I don’t just want what we have right now. I want more than that. I want to wake up next to you and our fur babies all the time. I want to come home to you four. I want to take you out to new restaurants and fun places. I want to hold your hand and lie with you under the stars. I want to spoil our kids and I want to raise our kids. And I want to dance with you and I want you to sing with me. And above all…I want to be your boyfriend.” he smiled and pulled a little, “Lee Minho, will you take me as your boyfriend?”
Minho blinked, analysing the situation unfolding before he gulped. “How long?”
Chan shrugged, “About six months.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Jisungie said you don’t do relationships. I didn’t want to cross the line so I stayed quiet.”
Minho exhaled.
“So….?”
Minho just marched forward and pulled him in for a kiss, Chan’s hold automatically tightening around his waist.
They didn’t break apart until one of the cats started loudly meowing.
“Is that a yes?” Chan hopefully asked,
“It’s a yes.” Minho nodded
“Does that mean I can take you out on a date now?” he reached and pulled Doongie up to his shoulder, rubbing his back while the cat purred.
Minho scoffed, “It better be a good one.”
“It would be the best one. I promise.”
Minho smiled, “Good.” he reached and hugged Chan, who quickly wrapped an arm around Minho’s shoulders.
“My boyfriend,” he muttered
“Your boyfriend.” Chan hummed. Minho grinned.
While in the embrace, Minho quietly took his phone and clicked a picture, sending that snap to a selected few before tossing it to the counter, not caring as it suddenly started buzzing and vibrating with incoming messages.
He could deal with that later. Right now he had breakfast to eat with his boyfriend and children.
Minho didn’t agree with a lot of opinions but he had to agree with one: There’s something so sexy about a man who loves cats.