Niel's P.O.V

I shivered uncomfortably and tried to roll onto my other side, but I couldn't. Making waking-up noises, I opened my eyes. That was complicated by the fact that the grit was gluing my eyelids together. I needed a moment to finally come to my senses and realize why I couldn't move the way I wanted. I was laying next to or rather halfway onto Minsoo. My head was neatly placed onto his chest, my right arm laying on the other side of the elder. One of my legs had moved between his, while his left arm was hugging me tightly, so that I wouldn't fall down. Okay, that was unlikely making the situation even more exiting. I cuddled closer capturing the moment for a bit before staring at his sleeping face shamelessly. The man was sleeping like a baby looking quite different from what he appeared at daytime. While he would look mature and reliable when he is awake, he looked cute and almost innocent lying like this hiding half of his face in the pillow. The fresh-washed hair fell above his eyes looking quite fluffy.

I bit my lip and reached out my hand to gently touch a strand, fangirling that it actually felt like what it looked. Fearing I'd wake up him, I pulled away my hand and went back to admiring the sight. I stopped at his chin loving the way it was shaped wanting to touch it as well, nevertheless being sure that would wake him up. I inhaled deeply savoring the soft manly scent that came from the person beside me. No one knew when or even I could have such a situation again.

Half an hour went by with me awake, glorying in the perfect view I had. In the following instant I began damning the sun as it moved, so that it now was able to look through the gap between the light orange curtains. Sunlight was tickling the nose of the black-haired making him sneeze. Once, twice, thrice. I chuckled lightly. 'Who sneezes thrice, is dump ~ ', I sang inside my head.

Then it should be over with my snazzy time, when Minsoo yawned deeply opening one eye at first. Seeing me the second one followed immediately, looking at me absolutely taken aback.

“What... why are you... Aish why are you deaf, actually?”

His hand ran through his hair, before he shoved me away, not roughly but resolutely. I blinked raising a hand reaching out to tell him to stay, but Minsoo got to his feet, now towering next to the bed.

“Stay... stay here. I'm making breakfast and bring you something...”, he told me nodding and cleared his throat, indeed looking overwhelmed by the situation. And I didn't react, just as always I totally ignored him. I wondered if I ever would be able to answer if someone talked to me.

Minsoo had already left for some minutes when I rolled onto my stomach pressing my nose into the pillow beneath me. Inhale. I sighed contently at the scent that was flowing into me. I'd never get enough of this specific odor of his. I put my chin onto the fluffy pillow and stared outside the window. I heard birds chirping and it was as if I had found inner peace. Sitting up I stretched myself and yawned quickly putting my hand in front of my mouth. My heart was pounding fast. Nobody heard that, right?

Hoping that the coast was actually clear, I was about to get up from the bed when my glace stopped on a sheet of paper laying on Minsoo's nightstand. At first it had just looked like a picture taken from somebody, but looking closer it revealed to be a picture of me. I narrowed my eyes confused. From where could Minsoo have a photo of me? I crawled nearer shaking my head trying to understand what I was eying. The thing was that this picture wasn't even a photo. It was like a perfect sketch of me drawn with a pencil, carbon and graphite. The image shone in every shade of gray outlining my features perfectly. However I was sure not to look like this at all. In the picture I had a defined facial structure, looking healthy, not showing any signs of my time on the streets. My skin non-porous as if I was some kind of super-model. No big eye circles, no bursted lips, not to mention no signs of scars.

There were questions lingering in my mind. First of all, when did he sketch that? He had to be looking at me, right? Second, since when was he that talented in drawing and third... was that really the way he saw me?

I couldn't tear my gaze away from the masterpiece I had discovered. I blushed a little as another question formed in my mind. What had gotten into Minsoo that he decided to draw me like that? Isn't it that artists usually made pictures of things and persons that inspired them? Did... I...? I felt my heart pounding like crazy realizing what that meant.

Then I heard footsteps coming from outside nearing the room so I quickly got under the blanket again pretending to sleep again. Then the door opened and Minsoo entered his bedroom humming softly.

C.A.P P.O.V

He shoved the emptied bowl towards me, the chopsticks laid crossed on top of it. I interpret that as something like 'I'm finished.' I took it and put my, also empty bowl inside. I wanted to ask him if he liked the food, but as always I knew that he wouldn't answer. Taking the sauce I had brought and the bowls I stood up to place them onto my desk.

“Okay... you know why you couldn't sleep in your room tonight? Ah, of course, you saw it by yourself. Well actually I ordered a professional painter, but he wouldn't come before tomorrow and … well what do you think of coloring the wall? You can even choose the color.”

No answer. He just stared at me with his oh-so-innocent gaze.

I tried not to be in a bad mood because of this. I always had to remember that it wasn't his fault. I quit the room for a moment to search for the note card on which I had the colors he could choose from. Sighing I went inside my room again seeing Nemo sit there as if I wasn't gone for a few minutes. It beats me, how he could behave like that. He was... like doing nothing the whole day, but didn't seem bored while doing so.

“Um... which one do you like best?”, I asked showing him the card with six different colors. He eyes the card seeming interested and frowned as if he was actually thinking about it. After half a minute he laid his index finger onto a cherry red. I nodded an okay and quickly thought about how to stage this color in combination with the furniture Nemo already had.

“Well have to just color one wall in that color. And have the rest of the room white...”, I mumbled and tried to make him understand to get up and follow me. He just frowned, but got up slowly a questioning look on his face.

It had taken me hours of patience to make Nemo take a brush and start painting the wall. He would always just drop it or pretend to have no clue what to do with it. Sighing I would take one as well showing what he should do the brush over the ingrain wallpaper. I had already colored like a fourth of the first wall before Nemo shyly stood next to me imitating my movements. Once in a while he would look at me, as if asking that he did it the right way. Well, he was being clumsy, using too much paint so that it ran down the walls. I let him do this for solid twenty minutes.

“Oh c'mon little fish. I'mma help you.”

Slowly I went behind him out of a sudden intention. Standing there I got in my mental conflict again, if I should protect him or if I just should move on. Moving from my left leg to my right one I watched Nemo turn around to face me in confusion. Was it just me or were his eyes asking: “Come on. Do it.” Inhaling deeply, I moved my right arm to his and helped him put the brush into the paint bucket again. Was it normal that your skin would begin to prickle and be hot and ice cold at the same time?

I led his hand to wipe off the abundant at the rim of the brush. My hand appeared to be rather big compared to his, but his slender fingers accommodated mine so perfectly that I wondered why I didn't notice that earlier, I mean it wasn't the first time for me touching his hand.

At first my left arm hang down at my side, motionlessly waiting for me willing it to use. Well, actually it acted on its own, again, causing myself to find me hugging the younger's waist with one arm while the other guided his right over the white wall slowly turning red. Just like my cheeks, truth be told.

We had reached the part of the wall, which our brush couldn't reach when we were standing. Slowly, I made suggestions of moving down, which Nemo took immediately. Sitting down on the floor, him nestling himself in my lap, before innocently continuing to renovate the room. Now it wasn't me anymore helping him with that. I let my hand disappear from his and blinked, hoping to wake up anytime soon. This was us, me and my … yeah well... what exactly? The-boy-I-had-found-cute-and-y-but-who-lived-in-a-orphanage-so-I-took-him-with-me? Bit long, I guess. Is foundling the word I searched for? No, probably it wasn't. Okay again, this was him sitting in my lap. How exactly had I gotten myself into that situation? I had promised to not touch him again. I had promised... My gaze went to his hair, looking fluffier than usual or was I just imagining that?

Nemo would slightly stand up to reach parts, he wouldn't if he was just sitting like this. I concentrated on breathing as he was always this close to massaging me in certain areas while doing so. Keep calm, Minsoo. Keep calm. This will end peacefully.

And it ended about ten minutes later when Nemo turned his head to look at me. The “finished” was clearly written all over his face, making him rather look like a dog begging for a prize than his usual fish-like appearance. I ruffled his hair whilst smiling. He was just so damn cute looking at me this expectantly.

“Good job, Nemo.”, I breathed out and hugged him tighter than before for a brief second. When I withdrew, the boy turned around and looked at me as if asking what to do now. I wanted to get up and leave the room. I shoved him off of me, maybe it bit to roughly, thinking about it now.

Already stood up and halfway turned to the door I felt the little boy smearing paint into my face. I sighed. He simply was a little kid, I should have known. Suddenly I felt bad for everything I had done. It was for a reason why I convinced myself it was better not to let my feelings overtake.

I was on the way exiting the room, when I walked by the artistic made mirror of Nemo now leaning against the wall. I glanced into it by accident and it made me stop immediately. A smile crept up my face. Do not always judge things by what they appeared at first sight. On my cheek, there, where Nemo had touched me, was a smiley grinning at me. I laughed slightly and turned back to Nemo who was still standing there looking startled. I smiled widely at him showing thumps up. “I'm happy, too, Nemo.”

Hey guys,

I hope you had a merry merry Christmas and you got into 2015 without complications. Happy new year, everybody , even if it's a bit late.

So I guess this is the next chapter though. I imagined this scene of Niel sitting onto Minsoo and I HAD to include it, because it was cuteness overload. (Hopes it came out like that)

So for now: I wish you all a successful new year. What are your goals for this year, anyway?

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