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“Would you still love me if I were turned into a bug?”
Minho looks up from where he’s sitting opposite Jisung on their couch, to see said boy with an innocent look on his face.
But Minho knows Jisung, and this question is far from innocent.
Minho’s eyes trail down and up the boy’s frame, pausing, then very nonchalantly saying, “yes.”
Before going back to his phone where an edit of two characters from the drama he and Jisung just finished watching plays.
Jisung hums contemplatively.
“That’s it? You don’t even need to think about it?” he asks, causing Minho to look up again.
Deciding to give his boyfriend his full attention, Minho puts his phone down; the edit can wait.
“What’s there to think about? It’s not like it’s a real question,” he replies, feigning indifference.
Jisung gasps, “I can’t believe that you would throw such accusations against me like this!! Of course it’s a real question, Hyung.”
Even if Minho had his eyes closed, he’d still be able to hear Jisung’s eye roll as he speaks in a completely serious tone.
“Well, Sungie, are you at risk of being turned into a bug right now?” Minho tilts his head to the side, raising an eyebrow.
When Jisung doesn’t reply, he keeps going.
“Did someone curse you a long time ago, and you’re just now having to pay the price? You’re worried for your bug future and need to know if I’ll take care of you?” His voice drips with sarcasm, his eyes widening in a mocking but endearing way.
Minho keeps eye contact with Jisung, the boy now just staring deadpan at him other than the beginning of a smile you can see him holding back.
“Or maybe you came across a really old dude and sold your soul to him in return for some cheesecake, even though he was CLEARLY a wizard, and it’s only a matter of time before they track you down to come and collect it?”
Minho’s smiling now, caught up in the absurdity of his own antics as he gestures wildly, waiting for his boyfriend to respond.
“Why are you like this?” Jisung says, trying to be annoyed, but failing miserably as he’s smiling now as well, his cheeks squished up to his eyes.
“Is it at least a cute bug you’ll be turned into? Not like a worm, right? They’re so gross and wiggly.” Minho grimaces, becoming lost in thought as he begins to think of the bugs he knows.
But Jisung isn’t having any of it.
“Excuse you, I would be an amazing worm! And being super wiggly is just part of their charm, it’s actually an insult to my fellow worm kin out there: I can’t believe you,” he states, crossing his arms and squinting his eyes accusingly.
If it weren’t for the oddity of this conversation, he might’ve thought Jisung was serious.
There’s a long pause, and then they’re laughing. Jisung doubling over as he loses it; Minho not faring much better.
“You're so weird, Hyung,” Jisung says, wiping a tear from his eye, lightly kicking Minho’s leg.
“You like it,” Minho replies, grinning.
“Touche.”
Jisung decides he’s done with personal space, climbing from his end of the couch to basically on top of Minho (not that he’s complaining.)
They sit for a moment in silence, enjoying the others' presence.
After a few minutes, Jisung looks up at him from where he’s laid his head back on Minho’s shoulder, the rest of his body slumped on top of his boyfriend.
“Be serious though, Jagi.” Jisung’s lip juts out, pouting.
“Take you being a bug… seriously…?”
“Yes.”
“Fine.”
Minho takes a deep breath, pursing his lips as he contemplates his next words.
“Are you bug sized? Or like an actual human sized bug?” he asks, looking down at Jisung, no doubt making a double chin with the action.
“An actual bug!” Jisung replies, his eyebrows and voice raising with enthusiasm.
“Like, you’re sentient? You get to keep all of your memories? Can you talk in this form?”
“Of course I can, what kind of silly question is that?”
Minho ignores the irony in that sentence in favour of giving Jisung a deadpan look he hopes reads as ‘really?’
“I would still be me, just like… a tiny bug.”
“How?”
“How what?”
“How would you even go about fitting all of the complexities of a human brain into such a tiny bug? Not to mention your tongue, lungs, your vocal chords,” Minho lists, gesturing wildly with the free hand that’s not wrapped around Jisung’s shoulder, “what about your dick Jisung-ah? Think about your dick!”
Jisung takes a moment to think before blurting, “tiny.. bug dick..?”
“That’s your solution? Tiny bug dick…?”
…
“Yes.”
“...”
“Well would I even be able to hear you at such a small size? How would I be able to listen to you if you can’t make any sound loud enough for human ears? We would need 100s of microphones to amplify your voice so we could have a conversation. You wouldn’t be able to sing anymore, play the guitar, kiss me, cuddle me like we are right now,” Minho says, wrapping both his arms around the younger and squeezing him lovingly to make his point.
Jisung looks down, thinking.
“You know, Jagi, suddenly I don’t think I want to be a bug anymore,” Jisung says finally.
Minho hums, resting his chin atop jisung’s head.
“So you’re telling me you haven’t met a wizard?”
Jisung bursts out laughing, his contagious laughter having Minho following after him.
They calm down when Soonie jumps on Jisung’s stomach begging for pets, Jisung happily indulging him.
Minho looks at both of his babies, adoring how well they get along, how happy he is to be here.
Suddenly overwhelmed with love for the boy on top of him, Minho turns Jisung’s head to capture his lips in a chaste kiss.
Jisung’s breath hitches, a little surprised by the affection but accepting all the same.
They rest their foreheads together, staring lovingly at each other.
“I love you no matter what you know,” Minho says, his voice almost a whisper.
Doongie meows below from where he’s joined the cuddle puddle, Minho absentmindedly scritching his head with the hand that isn’t resting on Jisung’s jaw.
“I love you too, Jagi.”
And with that, they settle in for the night, Jisung getting comfortable by laying his head back on Minho’s shoulder again, the latter putting on a movie that they barely pay attention to before falling asleep.
Minho wakes up around 3AM, having already forgotten about their conversation.
Smiling sweetly at the sleeping boy in his arms, he kisses Jisung on the forehead. Moving brings attention to Dori resting on his feet, the cat probably having made his way onto the couch with the four of them as well sometime during the night.
As he takes a moment to appreciate how adorable his boyfriend is when he’s sleeping, his chest fills with all kinds of ooey gooey feelings that are far too strong to acknowledge at such a late hour.
So even though he doesn’t want to, Minho carefully wakes the cats so that he can manoeuvre out of the cuddle pile without waking the younger; Ignoring the cats' indignant meowing.
Holding Jisung bridle style, Minho carries him to bed with him, they’ll all be more comfortable in their big bed anyway; he looks behind him to see the cats following close behind.
He loves their little family.
They sleep peacefully in each others arms, dreaming of what’s next to come: fun outings with the other members, more nights like these.
Completely void of any and all dumb relationship questions…
Or are they?