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When he opens his eyes, the first thing Minho feels is his right arm. It was bent weirdly, but he is way too exhausted to try to move right now. He actually thinks his head will explode, and the ground is hard under him. He clearly should get up. But first, he needs to reactivate his articulations and muscles, it seems. He tries moving his fingers first, and his pinky twitches, then his index finger, and the others end up following. Soon enough, Minho could move his arm. Once he finally feels his entire body, he stands on shaky legs and straightens up, bones cracking from staying so long in an awkward position. Narrowing his eyes, the boy looks at his surroundings, taking in the orange sky and the lush green trees. Wait… green? The trees are supposed to be yellow… right? Where is he? Looking around, he sees buildings he does not recognize, symbols he can’t understand, so many faces he doesn’t know. That’s when it hit him.
“I thought I was lucky...” he groans. Closing his eyes, he concentrates on everything around him, trying to find that warm bubbly sensation he normally feels at home. There's at least one person like him here, right? He can't be alone. It's impossible. Minutes passed. Just as Minho wanted to give up, gentle tingles circle him, making him feel relieved. Ah, there they are. He smiles a little. He feels a bit better, knowing there's someone out there who's not totally a stranger. So, he does what he thinks is the greatest idea of all: follow the tingles.
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Jisung had gone to the grocery store that day, short on ramens and cheesecake. That's pretty much all he could afford right now. If he wants to pay bills, there's not much he could eat other than that, with the job he has. He's really grateful for being a barista, but the squirrel boy just wished his music would become popular enough to make it his job. But hey, people can dream. He's really tired, and he still has to wake up early tomorrow for his shift.
“Uuugh, fuck my life.” Jisung mumbles. If only something interesting could happen to him, to make his life less… useless. A consolation,, though, is that his mother had helped him buy a little house out of nowhere in the city, so it actually doesn’t cost much. Jisung fumbles to find his keys and opens the door. He throws them on the counter of his small kitchen and finishes his way on the sofa, head on fluffy pillows, a soft sigh leaving his lips. He could stay like that for a few minutes, it won’t hurt anyone. He takes his phone, showing that it’s almost 9 pm. Yeah, maybe he could skip dinner today and just… go to sleep.
But first, he needs to change. Opening his wardrobe, he puts on grey sweats and a black t-shirt, nothing really stylish, but hey, who cares? On his way to his bathroom to take a shower and brush his teeth, someone knocks on his door. Hard. Jisung halts his steps and turns to his door, doe- eyes wide open. It’s not like he has friends, so who could it be? He paid his bills, pretty sure he didn’t get in trouble with the mafia… with uneasy steps, Jisung approaches the door, hearing the person behind knocking again, but it seems they used their palm instead of fist.
“Please, I'm too young to die,” murmurs Jisung. Then the doorknob turns. Jisung gasps in horror. He didn’t lock the door, fricking idiot! There are criminals behind, he's sure of it.
“Let’s just close my eyes and thank my mom for being the only one to love me, I guess”.
“Hey? Cutie? You can open your eyes, I won't hurt you”. Jisung is surprised, the honey voice catching him off guard. Slowly, Jisung blinks the darkness away. Jaw on the floor, he stares at the gorgeous boy in front of him. Silky black hair, shiny brown eyes, honey skin and the face of a model. What is a model doing in the house of a mortal like him? Minho looks at him, a little smirk on his pretty lips.
“You’re gonna eat a fly if you keep staring at me like that.” His round chubby cheeks flush a deep red, and Jisung shuts his mouth quickly.
“Can I… Help you?”
“You don't recognize me?” Asks Minho, confused.
“I… Should I? Is it because you're super known? You’re a celebrity? A model? I mean you’re really pretty, so it wouldn’t be surprising, but honestly, I don't really watch the news or anything so sorry if it’s offen-”
Minho chuckles a bit, but coughs loudly, blood slipping out of his already cherry lips. Worried, Jisung holds him by the side.
“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” It was only then that Jisung acknowledged the appearance of his visitor. Torn clothes, dirt on his cheeks, dried blood on his hands and now fresh on the corner of his mouth, tired eyes…
“Haha… I can’t tell you? But don’t worry,I’ll be fine.”
“You almost dying is fine?”
“You’re exaggerating, love. I wasn't close to death. Only a bit bruised.”
“Are you serious right now?”
“Yes. 100%.”
“Where do you come from, anyway?”
“You won't believe me, angel.”
“Try me, and lose the pet names, will you?”
Minho smirks. “You love them.”
Jisung blushes again. “J-just tell me.”
“Alright. I’m not from here.”
During their talk, Jisung brought Minho to his sofa, making him sit down. While he went to look for some medical supplies, he continued asking questions,
“Oh? You’re from another country? City? Where?”
“No, I'm not from… anywhere.”
“So… You’re from Europe? Australia? Oooh! America??”
“I'm not from Earth, dumbass!”
Jisung looks up to Minho while bandaging his bands. “What?”
“I’m not… From earth.”
“Yes, I heard you the first time. But… What the fuck?” he frowns.
“See? I told you you wouldn’t believe me.” sighed Minho.
“Sorry it’s completely insane! Where do you come from? Heaven? You’re an angel?”
“If only you knew…”
“what?”
“nothing.”
“Then what the heck are you?”
“Why do you say heck, when you just said fuck?”
“Don't change the subject!”
“I will if I want to, sunshine. Don't test me.”
“Just… What do you want from me?”
Minho stays silent, and Jisung grows restless. He keeps fidgeting with his fingers, after finishing patching the handsome boy up.
“First, nice to meet you, I’m Lee Minho.”
“What tells me that if I reveal my name, you won't use it against me to give you money or to give you a reason to kill me?”
“Babe, if I wanted to kill you, I would have done it already. Now just give me your name, I want to sleep.”
“Fine! I'm Han Jisung. And no, you can't stay here.”
“Why not?” He had the audacity to pout.
“Because! I don't know you!”
“Please, I really need your help.”
“For what?” he says, narrowing his eyes, suspicious. Minho knows he tries to look intimidating, but he just looks adorable and so, so precious. He wants to put him in his pocket and protect the squirrel from any harm.
“I felt singles and they led me to you. So you can help me go back home.”
"Where's home?”
“Kammorat.”
“... Say what now?”