See You Later!
Title: See You Later!
Author: ygwildchild
Pairing: Mino/Seungyoon
Rating: PG
Genre: AU, Fluff, Friendship
Word Count: 1,162
Disclaimer: This story is my work. Fiction.
Summary: Mino did not need watch to remember those times.
Author's note: I had been requested to write a Minyoon fluff since a month ago, but I kept delaying it, I'm so sorry that I only could finish it today. I hope you like it! Feel free to leave a comment and constructive criticism :3
It was always that time of the day. Mino rushed and settled down quietly at the side of the sofa, waiting for certain someone he had known for a year now.
“Hi, Mino!” a skinny black-haired man shouted happily. He put his belongings on the floor, approaching Mino and sat down on the sofa. He lightly ruffled Mino’s hair and smiled. “How was your day?” He asked, still smiling, the smile that always worth to wait for.
“C’mere,” the man called him and Mino obeyed, slightly leaning his head on the man’s lap. “Ah, your hair smells nice! I was right when I choose that shampoo for you.”
The man got off from the sofa (and Mino sadly had to let his head off of the comfort lap to lean on), walking towards the kitchen and opened the fridge. “Hmm, it seems like my mother came here earlier?” He asked as he took out a small food container from the fridge.
Mino answered with a little murmur. He did not need to answer, actually, but he liked to respond to whatever the man asked him.
The man rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. He put the food container on the kitchen counter and opened it. “Whoa, Galbitang!” He said and immediately transferred the beef short ribs soup into another pot and warmed it by the stove.
“Ah, as we wait for the Galbitang, I have something for you.” The man said as he took out some oat biscuits from another food container that was not in the fridge. He tore a piece of the biscuit and offered it to Mino. The usual bright smile painted on his face again as he watched Mino ate it up. “You really like my mother’s oat biscuits, don’t you?”
The man stroked Mino’s hair again, and offered him another little piece of the biscuit. Mino caught the smell of the ribs and the sound of the boiled water from the soup, and so he nudged the man’s hand instead of taking the last bite of the biscuit.
“Oh, the Galbitang is ready!” The man said.
Mino watched the man eating quietly. He settled down on his favorite spot of the dining room, beside the man, and curiously looking at the food. And the man would let out a little chuckle after finding out that he was watching him.
Mino did not remember about date and time. He did not know about seasons. But he remembered that it was almost midnight at the snowy day, when he crawled under a small blanket, freezing, and there he was, he met the man for the first time. He caught the man’s smile as soon as he felt the warm embrace of the man that day.
Mino still did not remember about date and time. But he remembered that it was when the man decided to call him Mino. He said, “We should give you a name. What name would you like me to call you?” And Mino had no idea what names were for, and he could not answer anyway, so when the man decided to call him Mino, he slightly jumped happily towards the man and let him fall into his embrace.
The man’s mother came usually once a week. Either it was when the man was there, or when Mino was alone at home. The mother was the sweetest, as sweet as the man. Mino liked it when the mother left a lot of biscuits for the man.
It was always that time of the day; Mino did not need a watch to know (although he still did not know about time), when the sun was setting down and the sky turned orange, he would notice the familiar scent of the man. It was never changed. He would rush to the side of the sofa and welcome the man. And he would see the bright smile again.
It was like that everyday, except for only two days at the end of the week; Mino did not understand what week was though, when the man did not go anywhere and just relaxed at home (he once had been told by the man that the two days were called weekend).
Mino might not remember about date and time, about seasons and weeks. But he remembered a lot of other things actually, little things, including the smile and the scent of the man. He remembered the sound of the man calling his name. He remembered the warm of the man stroking his hair. And he remembered the name of the man.
“Seungyoon?” Mino could hear the voice on the other side of the phone call. Of course, Mino had a sharp hearing.
It was always the same voice at that time of the day, when the man had finished taking a shower; Mino did not understand though, and the man lay down on the couch. Mino liked it when the man called him to sit beside him while he was talking to the person on the other line. And Mino would obey and casually leaned his head on the man’s lap. Mino usually fell asleep as he listened to the man’s voice.
Mino liked it the most when the man sang. He would watch the man, fascinated by the sound of beautiful melody coming out from the man’s mouth. Mino wished he could sing too, but it was always be a dream. Not because Mino was not trying, but because he had created not to be a singer, but a friend.
The man yawned and glanced at Mino. “It’s time to sleep.” He ruffled Mino’s hair softly and smiled. “Where would you like to sleep tonight?” He asked.
Mino jumped excitedly from the man’s lap and rushed towards the man’s bedroom. He crawled and settled down on his favorite spot of the room, which was the underside of the bed.
“Ah, that’s your favorite place right?” The man said. He lay down on his own bed and pulled the blanket up to his chest. “Good night, Mino.” He said before he turned off the side lamp.
Mino wished he could reply the ‘good night’, but he could not. He did not need to anyway, and the man would not mad at him. The man would never mad at him.
***
It was always that time of the day, when the sun was rising and the man was still deep in his sleep, Mino woke up and jumped up to the bed and showered the man with his friendly greeting. The man would lazily wake up and chuckled. “Ah, Mino, it’s ticklish.”
It was the usual time again, the man ruffled his hair and as he was telling him things like, “Be careful at home, okay? Don’t let strangers come. I’ll be back later. You’re a good boy. See you later, Mino!”
The man smiled the smile Mino always willing to wait and Mino woofed excitedly. See you later, Seungyoon!