Just the little things

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“Um..” He hummed, glancing around the once more; his index finger tapping on chin. “How about you pick out one of your favorites?” He smiled at the elder, his turning into little crescent moons.

“That one’s easy.” He chuckled and reached out for a fairly long piece of rope, wrapping it loosely around his hand. “This’ll make a nice combination with the whip~” Daehyun nodded and put an arm around Youngjae, his hand resting on the other’s hip. “Let’s get this lesson started.” He led them both to the bed, having Jae lay face down. “Make sure you get comfortable so you can breathe, and put your arms above your head.”

Jae waddled closer toward Daehyun, allowing his mind to race through different scenarios.  “Yes, sir~” He laid down on the bed like he was instructed to, shifting around until he was completely comfortable. “Like this, daddy?” he questioned as he put his arms above his head. 

“A little baby indeed~.” Xiumin laughed as he spoke to the pup, making kissy faces at him before looking at Gunwoo, smiling slightly. He turned to the other’s wound and looked it over again, the lighting better now. He makes a face. “Honestly, it might hurt a bit. But I’ll do what I can to make it as painless as I can.” He gave a shy smile before digging through the first aid kit, grinning as he pulled out a small tube. “Good, they have been putting the anesthetics in them.” He faces Gunwoo and laughs, winking before snapping his fingers. “Watch these. Watch it!” He grins and slowly spins the tube in one hand and a q-tip in the other, grinning. He holds the tube hand up and keeps spinning it between his fingers as he uses the q-tip to clean up a small spot on the other’s arm, the switches hands and quickly puts the tube to the other’s skin, letting it prick into him and insect the numbing agent. He grins and sets his hands down and holds them out, empty. “Ta daaa. It hurt, but you barely noticed right?” 

Gunwoo watched as Minseok played with his puppy, retuning a gentle smile. He tried hard make it seem like he wasn’t nervous; however, he was pretty sure that that his fear was written across his face. “It’s okay, I guess. I’ll try not to be a baby about it if it does start to hurt.” He giggled. Gunwoo fouced his attention on Minseok, eyes widen in amazement as he watches the tube spin in the others hand. He tilts his head in confusion as he realizes that their done. “Wait, What just happened? I’m so confused. How did you do that?” He questioned the male. “I didn’t feel anything to be honest.”

“Um..” He hummed, glancing around the once more; his index finger tapping on chin. “How about you pick out one of your favorites?” He smiled at the elder, his turning into little crescent moons.

“I wish I was a social butterfly.” He honestly spoke, wondering how it would be to easily talk to people; unfortunately, He knew he’d be too awkward in any situation that meant for him to speak. Yet, with Minseok it was a little different. Sure, he was a little awkward at first, but Minseok had some type of aura around him, which made it a little easier for Gunwoo to communicate. Gunwoo grimaced as the other patted his wound, “I’m sorry, you got some on your suit.” He whispered, feeling bad that he’s ruining the other’s suit. The elevator dinged once they arrived to his floor; Gunwoo lead the other down the hall toward his apartment. “Really, I like to think of him as my son. He’ll most likely be all over you once he see’s you. His name is Sirius by the way.” Gunwoo pulls out his keys to unlock his door, leading the other male inside as he switched on the lights. The pitter-pattering of Sirius running on the hardwood floors echoed throughout the apartment. The pug completely ignored him and ran straight toward Minseok, “He doesn’t love me anymore.” He spoke as he watched his son paw at the others legs. 

“Ah, it isn’t all it’s cut out to be. I feel so exhausted and nervous being alone for so long.” He hums as he shakes his head at the other, smiling. “It’s fine. I hate this thing. And I probably need a new one… I’ve been gaining weight since I started taking care of the kids!” He laughs and follows the other down the hall, smiling at the thought. It was always nice to see other’s care for something, even it it wasn’t a child or a person, when someone put their hearts in things, it mad Xiumin happy. “Sirius like the black dog of Harry Potter? He sounds a bit frightening now.” He laughs and teases before peeking into the dark house. He could easily tell where things were, even in the dark, but the light was appreciated. He blinked at the noises before laughing at the dog, crouching down and catch his paws as he played, smiling. “Hello there handsome boy! I thought you’d be much bigger!” He laughs and runs his hands over the dog before scratching behind his ears as he coos. “What a pretty boy~.” He stands slowly, brushing off some dog hair before nodding his head to the other’s wound. “We should go get that fixed. The kids will worry if I return home too late.” 

“Are you sure?” He questioned before releasing a soft sigh. A huge weight has been lifted from his shoulders. He might not have the money to buy a whole new suit for Minseok, but he would have tried his best to repay the man in some way shape or form. Gunwoo’s bottom lip jutted out as he stared at the two, “Yeah, his name might be Sirius but he’s just a little baby.” He shook his head before leaving the two alone. Marching toward his bathroom to find the first-aid kit. He lets out a few chuckles, hearing the compliments Minseok was giving his son. “I looking for the kit now.” He yelled, pulling the said kit out from the linen closet. “I found it!” He spoke as he walked back into the living room; handing Minseok the first-aid kit. Gunwoo sat down next to the other male, “Come here, Sirius.” He patted his lap. “Um..Is this going to hurt?” He whispered while stroking Sirius’ stomach.  

Gunwoo cackles along with Minseok, sighing as they approach his apartment complex. He listens to the other diligently as they walked through the lobby, toward the elevators. He glances back to make sure he’s not leaving any droplet of blood along the floor. His wound began to throb once they got into the elevator, “Really, Me too! I don’t really talk to people because I’m a little shy. But It’s comforting to talk to someone.” He presses the button for the fourth floor, taking a deep breathe to ignore the throbbing pain in his arm. “Well, Minseok, I hope you respond to me because I like talking to you.” He smiles toward the other, “Oh, do you like dogs? I have a puppy and I promise he won’t do anything. He’s a sweetheart and he loves visitors.”  

“I understand that! Seijung was really shy. He’s my friend from middle school, he is a hybrid and he really was the one who inspired me to become a hybrid specialist. He hated talking to people and was super shy so I understand. I’ve always been outgoing and talkative, to be honest. I’m just a social butterfly.” He smiles and laughs softly before noticing the breath. He gently lifts the other’s elbow and pulls the handkerchief away from the wound, tutting as it drips yet, Minseok catching most of the blood on his black suit. “Don’t worry, it looks worse than it will be later.” He smiles and laughs. “Honestly, I live with hybrids. They’re like pets on steroids personality wise. I love dogs. Don’t worry about him actually doing anything, I was also taught in obedience training. As long as he doesn’t jump on me while I sew you up, we should be fine.”  

“I wish I was a social butterfly.” He honestly spoke, wondering how it would be to easily talk to people; unfortunately, He knew he’d be too awkward in any situation that meant for him to speak. Yet, with Minseok it was a little different. Sure, he was a little awkward at first, but Minseok had some type of aura around him, which made it a little easier for Gunwoo to communicate. Gunwoo grimaced as the other patted his wound, “I’m sorry, you got some on your suit.” He whispered, feeling bad that he’s ruining the other’s suit. The elevator dinged once they arrived to his floor; Gunwoo lead the other down the hall toward his apartment. “Really, I like to think of him as my son. He’ll most likely be all over you once he see’s you. His name is Sirius by the way.” Gunwoo pulls out his keys to unlock his door, leading the other male inside as he switched on the lights. The pitter-pattering of Sirius running on the hardwood floors echoed throughout the apartment. The pug completely ignored him and ran straight toward Minseok, “He doesn’t love me anymore.” He spoke as he watched his son paw at the others legs. 

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He can’t help but let out a few chuckles, “You make me sound like Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas. I guess that makes you the doctor!” He glances toward the other, “Knowing me, I’d lose the flashlight. Then everything would go downhill from there.” He shakes his head. The other’s smile is contagious, causing the corner of Gunwoo’s lips to tug upward. “So you are the doctor.” he jokes, “I understand what you mean though. Everyday people get mistreated for being different, but who wants to be normal? Being normal means you have an average life. Life is fun for those who are unique; they see the world different aspect than this so called ‘normal’ citizens” He smiles toward the other, “I’m glad I met you today Minseok, I can call you that right?”

He laughs loudly at the comparison and shakes his head before snorting softly under his breath. “Yes, I suppose that might be true. Though I did get a PHD, so I am a doctor. But I feel like it’s a honor I don’t deserve. I mean, I only spent four years instead of eight earning my degree.” He hums and nods that the other before smiling. “Normal doesn’t really exist though. You only have stereotypical and common. Not normal. And fun can come at any time or from anywhere. I mean, this is fun for me! It’s rare I get to talk with other people than my hybrids. Stimulating, really, to speak to someone new.” He feels his face heat up and he laughs softly at the use of his given name. “I suppose so, though I might not respond. I’ve been called Xiumin for years now. But if you like, you can call me that.” 

Gunwoo cackles along with Minseok, sighing as they approach his apartment complex. He listens to the other diligently as they walked through the lobby, toward the elevators. He glances back to make sure he’s not leaving any droplet of blood along the floor. His wound began to throb once they got into the elevator, “Really, Me too! I don’t really talk to people because I’m a little shy. But It’s comforting to talk to someone.” He presses the button for the fourth floor, taking a deep breathe to ignore the throbbing pain in his arm. “Well, Minseok, I hope you respond to me because I like talking to you.” He smiles toward the other, “Oh, do you like dogs? I have a puppy and I promise he won’t do anything. He’s a sweetheart and he loves visitors.”