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“Minho fucking Park.”
Feeling his ears heat up, Minho almost snapped his neck when he heard Gally growl out his name.
Instinctively, Brenda coughed down a snicker and moved to the side to let him pass. Minho glared at her coldly, not finding her amusement very funny.
Gally was planted outside of their shared hut a few yards away, and he looked like the devil’s incarnate.
Minho wrung his hands sheepishly. And since when was he ‘Minho Park’? That surname had just been a gag made up by Jorge one evening as they were all having a laugh.
Hearing his full name called out in an icy manner put his nerves on edge. The worst part? He knew exactly what he’d done, and he was far from sorry.
“I would’ve preferred being called Minho fucking Galilei but whatever.” He muttered as he came to a standstill right before Gally.
“I don’t appreciate the joke names right now, and if you don’t get that bloody seagull out of my house right this instant, then you’ll never become ‘Minho Galilei’. Got it?”
Minho pouted, “Our house-“
“Get it out. Now.”
Grumbling, Minho shoved past him and barrelled into the hut. Sure enough, a seagull was perched on their bed as if it owned the place.
With a grin, Minho threw himself onto the duvet beside it, laughing as the bird hopped around and flapped its wings, “But it likes me!”
Cowering in the doorway, Gally scoffed at him, “Don’t be shucking daft, you git. You kidnapped it off of the beach, so you’re going to put it back there. Right where you found it.”
“I’m gonna call him Bill.”
Gally gripped the doorframe tightly, his knuckles turning white, “You are not naming the bird! Take it away!”
“Don’t tell me what to do!”
His eye twitching, Gally flinched as ‘Bill’ squawked and flapped his wings fiercely, “Minho. Minho, please- what about Mittens?”
Pausing briefly, Minho opened his mouth, then closed it again. He’d totally not forgotten about Gally’s beloved cat..
“Meh, I’m sure Frypan’ll happily take her in if they don’t get along, but she’s out all day so-“
“We are not palming Mittens off to someone just because you want to domesticate a shucking seagull!”
“Well the seagull isn’t going anywhere, so think of something else.”
His jaw dropping momentarily, Gally ran a hand over his face, “Don’t make me say it.”
“He’s so cute!”
“It’s either me or the bird.”
Minho blinked, “You’re joking.”
“No, I’m putting my foot down! I’m serious! It’s me or the damn bird, Minho.”
***
“You still love me, right?” Minho smiled sweetly, hugging Gally’s side like a sloth.
“Not really.” Gally muttered, his entire body tense.
It was his fault really, for loving Minho the way he did, because he let that boy get away with far too much.
Petty arguments, stealing food, love bites.. letting in a wild, ratty bird.
From across the room Bill stared at him, his beady eyes studying him ominously. Gally glared back at it defensively, “Minho he’s looking at me.”
Minho lifted his head lazily, quickly seeing the bird perched on their wardrobe, far away from Mitten’s reach. Yes, the seagull and cat had surprisingly not gotten along well.
“That’s ‘cause he-“
“He does not like me, because if he did, he wouldn’t of shit on me or my cat.”
Gally felt Minho laugh silently beside him, “He didn’t mean it. Hey, I’ll train him not to do that!”
“Oh yeah?” Gally scowled up at the ceiling, “Just like how you said you’d train him not to jump on my back!”
Minho groaned, burying his face into the crook of Gally’s neck, “Don’t be so sensitive. Bill only did that like.. four times.”
“It should’ve been zero.” Gally frowned as he patted Mittens, who was curled up on the other side of him, on the head.
“You love him really.”
“Correction, I hate his shucking guts.”