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Felix has always felt closer to Min-ho than any other member of their group. The way he acted with cats lured him – his gentle, soft voice that made kitties rub their faces on his hand worked perfectly fine on Yongbok, too.
When Min-ho pet his hair and tucked a few strands behind his ear – he felt happy. When Min-ho scratched his chin while he sat on his lap – he felt light. But when Min-ho called him his "fourth kitten" – he felt luminescent.
Lix didn't know how he had the strength to talk after such compliment – it was probably the fear of ruining the footage that made him speak when all he wanted to do is curl up on Min-ho's lap and purr. Receive soft strokes on his head. Gentle scratches under his chin. Small praises onto his skin, topped with an anticipated kiss...
Min-ho helped Felix up after the cameras had stopped rolling. His hand was so much bigger than Yongbok's small pa- hand; no matter how many years passed he still couldn't get used to it. Get used to being so, so small around his members. Around Min-ho.
He didn't mind it. In fact, he loved how Min-ho's big palms enveloped his waist; how they gently caressed his back. It made Lixies nonexistent tail form a fuzzy question mark shape that periodically mirrored itself as it wagged. If he could, he would enfold hyung's arm with it and never let go.
All his free time was booked busy with the desire to be petted by Min-ho while being praised for simply existing. He couldn't ask for more, albeit the urge grew stronger. Just one "good kitty" would satisfy his hunger; fill the hole in him. Make him light and floaty, like back when they were recording.
Just one "sweet kitty".
Min-ho noticed Felix' (un)usual clingy behaviour a long time ago. He was always like this – running to his hyungs to give more than he wanted to receive, but lately his focus shifted from Chang-bin and Chris towards... Him.
He liked it. Loved it. Basked in affection received, tried to give back at least a quarter more. Never complained, always encouraged. It was sweet, really sweet how Yongbok acted like a cat. Why is his representative animal a chick?
The more time he spent with Felix, the more he realized how similar they are in one way or another. They understood each other without words, simple blinks or small pats were more than enough for them to understand what the other one meant. Talks became rare, body language being their new tongue.
The members didn't mind it, especially not Jeong-in and Seung-min who looked like they knew something, which wasn't Min-ho's business. If they didn't talk about it publicly – especially if Seung-min haven't told him himself – then they don't need to know. Even thought the strange advice in the face of "pet him more" was uncalled for, it was used in the future.
When they were left alone in one room they would softly purr while holding hands or kneading one another. Their purrs were so different from each other, yet they spoke the same language with it. Felix's low, almost growly perfectly harmonized with Min-ho's high, suspiciously perfect one.
No questions were asked, they just clicked. Like it was bound to happen. Like this is the way it should be. So when Felix went over to the boddaramji dorm and carefully asked Ji-sung to leave for the night (which he did, not informing Seung-min beforehand of his arrival), Min-ho knew what's going to happen.
Before moving to the bedroom, Min-ho asked Felix if he ate today. Well, not quite asked, not with words at least, but got so close that his forehead could rest on Yongbok's shoulder, one of his palms brushing the latter's tummy.
A low hum answered better than any language could, Felix's hand hovering over Min-ho's only strengthened his answer, which could be translated as "yes". Yongbok turned his head to the left a tiny bit and purred into Min-ho's ear. It had a whiny undertone, which showcased that Felix starts to be gone.
Min-ho smiled onto Yongbok's shirt before kissing his neck where it meets his shoulder. He grabbed his soft hand and guided him into his bedroom, landing onto the soft blankets of his bed, Felix finding his place next to him. Min-ho was sitting on his calves, petting his lap as an invitation.
Who was Felix to decline? He rested his head on the warmth of hyung's lap and gently purred, paws clinging onto the softness of his thighs. He felt safe when he heard the familiar scent of Min-ho's. Sweet, like a good, good dream and comforting like a mother's touch. He should buy the same perfume.
Maybe he did consider Min-ho his mom. Each stroke on his head felt soothing; each small purr made him answer the same way. Each gentle kiss felt more rewarding than any award they had won.
Felix loved Min-ho. He loved his kitty hyung. And he felt more than grateful that he could be his kitty dongsaeng.