Xiumin thinks that he can get used to it. 

These sundays when Jongdae comes to spend the whole day with him. 

And sometimes he comes under the week too. 

They don't do much.

Except for Jongdae. He talks about a lot.

And Xiumin loves it to listen. 

Because Jongdae's voice is so angelic. 

Maybe Jongdae is an angel? 

Xiumin wouldn't be surprised if it's the case.

But he even wouldn't be surprised if Jongdae had left him. 

Jongdae must have finally come to know how dangerous he is, after the incident when he freezed the whole road.

But still,  he stayed. 

"Xiu!", Jongdae poked his shoulder. "You're daydreaming?"

He blinked. "Sorry."

"So what are you thinking about?", Jongdae asked. 

You...

"Me?" 

did he say that out loud?

"Yes you did", Xiumin heard Jongdae laughing. But his laugh wasn't mean. 

"Sorry", Xiumin said again. 

"Why do you apologize? Why are you sorry? You don't need to?, Jongdae grinned at him. "I like that you think about me. I think about you too. "

You think about me?

Why? And what are you thinking?

Are you telling your friends about me? And about my powers?

Are you playing with me?

Should I really trust you?

"Don't be so tensed up", Jongdae said and smiled at him. "Do you want me to sing to you?"

"There aren't any thunder storms now", Xiumin