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✖ —— Seeing his friend get so excited over the comments managed to return the brighter smile he’d tried keeping off his lips when the camera was off. Kyumin pushed his purple hair back and looked over Namil’s shoulder to read over some for himself, chuckling quietly as the fans’ excitement over a new face. Sitting down on the floor, he held his sides as he laughed aloud at the mockery. “Please, stop!”

Reaching up, Min tugged on Namil’s sleeve and pulled the other down next to him. “I guess so,” he replied, smile finally disappearing into the stoic expression that he usually wore. “They just like the pictures I put online and the posts I write on my blog.”

It wasn’t that he wasn’t grateful, but the concept of someone other than Kiha and their dogs loving him was foreign and uncomfortable. Aside from that, none of the people who liked and commented on each photo or video he released actually knew him. “Anyway, feed me before I have to go back home, Pup.”

     Love hardly describes what he feels for the other, but Jupiter doesn’t bother to tell him otherwise. After all, there’s no point in arguing with a child. 

     Swerving in the direction of his desk, Jupiter instead focuses on the documents on his table until the man finally leaves. But the question catches his attention, and he perks up to answer him. “I don’t do hotel stuff,” he says drily. “I own the hotel.” Well, hotel chain, but he keeps that to himself. “We cater to everyone.” He pauses momentarily, frowning at the other. “What exactly does she need?”

 ✖ —— Because he didn’t give out many smiles to those that weren’t Namil or his ‘fans’, Min often looked a bit older than he actually claimed to be. However, the camera managed to capture the joyful laugh and the smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes while he listened to the shorter male’s words. And once again, he looked like the 19 years of age that his body had stopped growing at and his fans adored.

“Don’t give out my secrets like that,” he pouted at Namil for show, before saving the video onto Instagram and taking a quick picture of them to post as well. Kyumin patted his friends back a couple times as a nonverbal form of gratitude. With a chuckle, he scanned the comments that were already going up that praised Namil for being ‘adorable’ and ‘handsome’ and for making Min smile more.

Handing his phone over so the other could see for himself. “Congrats, you’re a hit.” The words were much softer than his previous ones and his smile had toned down now that he didn’t have to act for his phone camera.

✖ —— “Hey! Those aren’t even wolves. They’re hounds, for your information,” he corrected with a laugh, amused even more so after the little sound came form Namil that was supposed to be threatening. “Cute!” He exclaimed, his smile wide and his hands going up to the male’s face to pinch his cheeks lightly. “I should tell Kiha I found a new puppy for him to take in. He loves dogs even more than me.”

Kyumin chuckled quietly to himself as he let go of his friend’s cheeks and took his phone from his pocket. “I want to show my fans how cute you are, so take a picture with me.” He pulled Namil back into another one-armed hugged, holding his phone out and looking at himself and the wolf in their reflected image on the screen.

“Better yet, let’s make it a video. You should do that growl again since it was so ferocious and scary.” Knowing that the other wasn’t actually offended at his ‘joking’, there was some underlying seriousness as Namil didn’t look very intimidating in his human form. Still, Kyumin was sure the male’s second form was much more menacing.

 ✖ —— Idly hugging the other in return, Kyumin let a small smile creep onto his lips. He really did have a soft spot for Namil, probably because he acted like the human form of a puppy despite what he actually was. “Yeah, yeah, I know,” he mumbled, pulling himself away from the other with a chuckle.

His suspicions hadn’t resided. No, Min was much too dubious to let go of his doubt so easily. However, until he could actually prove Namil wasn’t as sweet as he made himself out to be, what could Min do but appreciate the male’s friendship?

Kyumin played along with his friend, glancing behind him and wrinkling his nose lightly. “You’re making me wish I could see it now! Though I wonder if you’re even that ferocious in your other form.” It was his turn to tease, wondering if Namil were the type to easily take offense. “I feel like you wouldn’t be able to intimidate a mere cat.”

✖ —— Eyes almost white pierced into Namil for seconds more before the male inevitably dropped the glower from his expression. Pushing back the purple fringe of hair from his forehead, Kyumin’s eyes remained on his friend.

All kinds of thoughts were running through his head, wondering if he should pack up the house, get his brother and the dogs, and leave before someone would come breaking their door down— either because of the death of their creator that was never solved or because of what exactly they were. Though Kyumin had a tendency to be paranoid, and he knew it. Finally his eyes dropped to the ground in defeat.

“You’re lucky I have a soft spot for dogs.”

          “Your childishness is three times the size of my patience,” Jupiter points out. Despite that, he isn’t doing anything to push the other man away. He isn’t sure if it’s his naivety that’s stretching Jupiter’s tolerance, or simply his wonder. Jupiter knows that he has questions. “Can you please tell me what you want? If you don’t, I’ll ask you to leave.”