Chapter Text
“Look what I got,” Minho said excitedly as he sat down on the floor, pulling a calendar out of the bag.
Jisung looked at him in confusion, tilting his head as he fiddled with the plushie.
“What is it?” he asked curiously, trying to understand what the numbers written on each page were for and why they almost always stopped at thirty.
“A calendar,” Minho explained, showing him the object.
“It’s used to keep track of the days,” he added, flipping through the pages. Pictures of kittens decorated each one, immediately catching Jisung’s attention.
“This way we can organize things week by week and alternate between seeing each other in the morning and in the evening, without risking you getting hurt,” Minho confessed, lifting his eyes toward the alien.
Jisung turned to look at him, his lower lip forming a slightly unhappy pout.
“Since you’ve been pretty careless lately, I’d like to decide together what to do week by week…what do you think?” Minho asked, still seeking his approval.
As worried as Minho was about the consequences, he couldn’t force Jisung to do something he didn’t want to do. Still, the alien seemed to approve of the idea, since it meant yet another activity they could do together.
“I like it,” he said, crawling across the rug until he stopped beneath the other’s face, looking up at him intently, his eyes big and bright as always.
Minho caressed his cheek and gave him a smile, his heart feeling lighter at the thought that Jisung agreed with his idea.
Jisung settled himself between Minho’s legs, his back resting against the other’s chest, while Minho’s arms wrapped around him like a shield as he started writing on the calendar.
“So what do you think about starting together on Monday morning?” Minho suggested, idly playing with the pen over the page.
Jisung nodded silently, watching the ink stain the pages in a light handwriting.
The notebook rested on his knees, and he could feel the pressure of Minho’s hand on them every time he wrote something down.
“Would you like to go running with me?” Minho asked next, thinking about how he had stopped doing that activity a long time ago, and how perfect it would be to start again in the company of his favorite person.
“Running??” Jisung asked, turning slightly, unable to fully see Minho’s face.
“Yes. It’s not just for running away, it’s also a sport that helps keep the body healthy,” Minho explained with a laugh, amused by the thought that Jisung knew the word but had only ever put it into practice to escape.
“Oh…” he said, letting out an adorable little sound, hiding his embarrassed expression as he went back to looking at the kitten pictures beneath him.
“I’m in!” he nodded afterward, following the movement of the pen.
“If you want to suggest something, go ahead,” Minho encouraged him, writing cat café as the destination for Tuesday. Jisung hadn’t stopped staring at the drawings on the calendar, and Minho thought it would be a good idea to take him among his 'own kind'
“Flowers!!” he exclaimed. “Let’s go get more flowers!”
“Then flowers it is,” Minho agreed, filling in Wednesday as well.
Every now and then their fingers brushed against each other, and their bodies shifted involuntarily, fitting together until they were so close there was no room left for air. Jisung’s head brushed Minho’s shoulder and sometimes tilted, finding a comfortable spot beneath the other’s chin. Minho, in turn, rested lightly against the top of his head or leaned forward to see better, brushing against the blond’s hair.
“On Thursday we could watch a movie together in the evening.”
“Can we watch How to Train Your Dragon again?” Jisung almost begged, turning suddenly and nearly headbutting Minho in the chin. Minho burst out laughing.
“You really like that movie, don’t you?” he said, stroking his head.
“For the other days, I’d say we spend them together in the evening, and on Sunday you’ll take a little break, okay? I want to make sure everything’s fine...that way you’ll have a whole day to rest and come back on Monday morning.”
Jisung sighed, but didn’t object. By now he understood that Minho only wanted what was best for him, and that he, too, suffered from loneliness just like him.
He could do it. Minho wasn’t abandoning him for a single day, he would wait for him, and Jisung would come back.
The alien stretched, throwing himself backward and making Minho lose his balance. He fell to the floor, and they both burst out laughing. Jisung ended up sprawled on top of him while Minho jokingly complained about his weight. Then the blond rolled onto his side, and the two of them looked at each other for a few seconds before laughing again.
Minho reached out toward the alien’s face and caressed it with the back of his hand, brushing against his dimpled cheek. Under his touch, Jisung’s smile softened and turned into a thin line.
Jisung brought both hands to Minho’s wrist and pulled it closer, rubbing against it as he drew Minho toward him.
Their eyes met, their faces slowly drawing nearer, until their noses brushed and their lips collided.
Alone, in that room, lying on the rug, they kissed in complete silence. They didn’t care that it was uncomfortable or cold, being together was all they needed.
Monday ⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃🎐 ⋆
The following morning they went out for a run, but Jisung stopped after a few hundred meters to catch his breath.
“Tired?” Minho asked, placing a hand on his back.
“Gravity on Earth isn’t the same as where I used to live…we didn’t even need to walk on my planet, let alone run,” the alien complained, leaning against a wall.
“Really?” Minho blinked, surprised by that piece of information. Every time, he learned something new about Jisung’s world.
“Yes…we float,” he admitted, making the human’s mouth fall open.
“You can fly??”
“It’s not really flying…isn’t that what birds do?” the alien asked, confused.
“Floating…did I use the wrong word..? Levitate..?” He started listing every similar word that came to mind, making Minho burst out laughing.
“No, no, I get it, don’t worry,” the older one stopped him, amused by his adorable expression.
Tuesday ⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃🎐 ⋆
“Come on, go ahead, I bet everyone will love you,” Minho encouraged him, letting him go in first.
They pushed open the glass door, and a little bell chimed, announcing their arrival. The air was warm and smelled like buttery cookies. For a moment there was silence, but then they were greeted by a chorus of soft meows.
The cats emerged from couches, shelves, and their little beds, spreading out curiously around the visitors. A tabby cat approached with its tail held high and rubbed against Minho’s legs, leaving behind a trail of purring before stopping between the alien’s ankles.
Minho bent down and stroked a black cat that had approached him like a shadow, elegant and graceful. Jisung did the same, kneeling down and burying his hands in their warm fur, a tender smile on his face.
“Can I help you?” the owner interrupted, approaching them.
“I can see they already like you,” she commented with a smile. “Please, sit wherever you like, the menu’s on the table,” she instructed before moving behind the counter.
The two boys exchanged shy looks and, after standing up, took a seat at a table.
Minho barely had time to sit before a cat jumped onto his lap, immediately starting to rub against him.
“They’re really drawn to you,” Jisung commented, distractedly opening the menu, waiting for a kitten to come over and do the same with him.
“Not just them,” Minho replied, staring intently at Jisung, who, embarrassed, hid behind the menu.
They ordered hot chocolate with whipped cream and, while waiting, chatted between one pet and another. A small orange cat had curled up on the alien’s lap, while Minho had one on him and two more on the table asking for attention, which he gladly gave without making them wait.
Jisung puffed out his cheeks in a pout, and when the hot chocolate arrived, he drank it in silence, focused and without saying a word. Minho noticed the strange quiet and reached out toward Jisung to get his attention, but Jisung instead grabbed his hand and pulled him closer, startling the cats. He rubbed against it, meowing softly, making Minho blush as he looked around in embarrassment.
“You said you couldn’t wait to come here,” Minho scolded him, confused by his reaction.
“I changed my mind,” the blond sulked, turning his head to the side.
“I don’t like sharing Min with others…” he muttered under his breath, just barely audible.
Minho raised an eyebrow, thinking he might have misunderstood, his hand still trapped between the alien’s.
“I’m sorry, what?” he teased, amused, tapping a finger against his cheek, sinking into its softness like it was a block of dough.
“Nothing!!!” the blond snapped, clamping his mouth shut.
“No, now you say it again,” Minho insisted, standing up to tickle him and force that sentence out of him.
Wednesday ⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃🎐 ⋆
Hand in hand, they went to their trusted florist and bought a new bouquet of cosmos flowers. On the way back, they stopped by the meadow where they had picked daisies together for the first time and made a small bouquet to accompany the floral arrangement.
Thursday ⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃🎐 ⋆
Jisung waited until evening before coming down, anxious and excited to finally watch again the movie he loved so much. Yet it seemed to matter very little once he found himself curled up against the other’s chest, caught in a long awaited session of kisses and finally granted cuddles.
Their lips smacked softly in the room, filling the silences of the movie, while the gentle glow of the screen illuminated them in turns, casting shadows over their faces and making the moment even more intimate.
Minho held him tightly in an embrace, his warm hands stroking Jisung’s back as he let himself be carried away by his emotions. He tilted his face, shifted slightly on the mattress, and at slow intervals took the other’s chin to guide him back toward himself.
Jisung followed him without any difficulty, even ending up above him, placing both hands on Minho’s shoulders to support himself before pulling away, exhausted, to catch his breath.
By now, he had understood how it worked, and every time he became better at either taking the lead or following the other’s movements.
Still not satisfied, he started a second round, lowering himself toward Minho once more, this time placing a hand on his chest and listening to the rhythm of his heart increase noticeably. He kissed him again and again, letting the movie play on, until his lips began to redden.
Minho looked at him from below, immersed in the dim light, his lips parted, his hair messy across his face, his breath uneven. His pupils were dilated despite the screen’s light hitting his face intermittently.
He reached up to the alien’s face and gently caressed it, letting a sentence slip from his lips, one he had once spoken in his life and never thought he would say again.
“I love you, Jisung…” he said, no longer able to keep those words inside.
Friday ⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃🎐 ⋆
Minho surprised Jisung with a new gift. He had bought matching How to Train Your Dragon pajamas: the Light Fury for Jisung and the Night Fury for himself.
Jisung put it on immediately, twirling in place to watch the dragon tail move behind him. He ran all over the house before throwing himself at Minho and knocking him to the ground. The hood fell over his face, giving him the appearance of the Light Fury, and he started making little sounds to imitate it.
Minho burst out laughing, his own black hood spread out behind his head on the floor, forming adorable little ears against his silhouette.
They rolled around on the floor, pretending to fight, until Minho pinned the other beneath him with his weight, trapping him there.
“What if I turned into a dragon?” Jisung suddenly asked, and the other’s eyes flew wide open; he had never even remotely considered something like that.
“I don’t think you can. Dragons don’t exist in our world..if someone found out, we’d be in serious trouble,” Minho said, shaking his head and brushing the thought away.
“How boring!” Jisung complained, wriggling on the rug before falling victim to Minho’s hands and being tortured once again by tickles.
Later, they lay down together on the bed and fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms, still wearing their new pajamas.
Saturday ⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃🎐 ⋆
“Would you like to go out with Chan tonight? So you can get to know each other a bit,” Minho suggested, trying to convince Jisung.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be there with you all evening,” he reassured him, hoping he would accept the invitation and, surprisingly, Jisung didn’t make a fuss about it.
He wasn’t very sure he’d be able to talk in Chan’s presence, but there were a few things he wanted to ask him, and this felt like the right opportunity.
They went out to dinner together and sat at the table of the sushi restaurant where Minho had taken him for the first time. The alien listened to their conversation and ate in silence, until he was finally addressed.
“But how do you even eat? I mean…do you have a digestive system or…?”
“Chan!” Minho hushed him, kicking him under the table and making him drop his chopsticks onto the floor.
“Oh, hyung…I’m sorry,” Minho apologized, standing up. “I’ll go ask for another pair right away.”
“Don’t worry, I can do it,” Chan tried to stop him, but Minho insisted, leaving the two of them alone.
“I was joking earlier, well, mostly. I really was curious,” Chan laughed, looking at Jisung and waiting for some kind of reaction.
“What does hyung mean?” Jisung asked, finding the courage now that Minho wasn’t there.
“Oh…well, it’s an honorific. You use it with someone who’s older than you,” Chan replied, glancing toward Minho, who was still waiting at the counter.
“And I love you?” Jisung continued.
Chan nearly choked on his own saliva at that question, suddenly feeling under pressure in front of those big eyes, eager for answers.
“Well…it’s something you say only to the most important person in your life. It means you love them, basically…” Chan tried to explain, running a nervous hand over his face.
“Mhm, I see. And what can I do for Minho…? He gives me so many gifts, but I’m not sure what he likes. I always bring him flowers…” the alien said softly, lowering his gaze and fiddling with a piece of fish between his chopsticks.
“Oh, Jisung…god, you’re so cute,” Chan muttered, resisting the urge to squeeze him to death while checking where Minho was, taking advantage of the moment to keep talking.
“Honestly, Minho’s a very simple person. He likes cats, comics…oh, and pudding!”
“Pudding…” Jisung repeated, remembering it as the first food Minho had ever let him try. But before he could ask anything else, Minho returned to the table.
“I’m back!” he said, cutting into their conversation as he sat down beside the blond.
Dinner went on without any issues, and after a while Jisung grew quiet again, content to listen and eat at his own pace. He didn’t seem uncomfortable, just lost in thought.
When it was time to leave, they said goodbye in front of the restaurant and each returned to their own home. Once back, Minho put on a movie to keep them company as they drifted off to sleep.
It didn’t take long for exhaustion to take over, and they fell asleep soon after, the screen still glowing.
The next morning, Jisung woke up early and, at the first twinge of pain, woke Minho to say goodbye. Minho opened his eyes and pulled the blond into an embrace, gently stroking his back.
“I’ll see you on Monday, Jisungie,” Minho murmured, his voice thick with sleep, resting his chin on Jisung’s shoulder, still half-asleep.
Jisung nodded silently and, after pulling away from the hug, got ready to leave.
“Min…” he said, drawing his attention as he stood by the window.
“I love you too,” he said, before disappearing into thin air, leaving Minho on the bed, staring into the empty space, his chest still warm with emotion.