Henry and Zhoumi were in the park, lying flat on their backs as they gazed onto the blue sky hung with fluffy white clouds that Henry dubbed as 'cotton candy paradise' moments ago. Zhoumi tried to reason with him that they were not cotton candy and certainly not edible.

"They're so fluffy!" Henry argued, his lips pouting in a way Zhoumi deemed adorable. Everything Henry did was adorable. Case closed.

"Fluffy things aren't exactly made of cotton candy," Zhoumi told the younger boy. Henry only put his hands over his ears and shook his head.

"You're wrong," Henry took off right after, laughter carrying into the air. Zhoumi giggled and ran after him, abandoning his parents by the park entrance.

"There they go, off to venture freedom," Zhoumi's mother sighed happily, putting a hand over her chest dramatically.

"Sentimental," her husband chuckled, "wait until he grows up and starts earning money on his own. Then you'll regret not putting a leash on him sooner."

"Is that a way to describe your son?" The woman gasped in horror and smacked her spouse's forearm.

"You'll agree with me someday."

"You can't eat clouds, everybody knows that."

"They said pigs can't fly."

"They still can't, Henry."

"Oh," a frown took its place on Henry's face when he registered the slight smirk Zhoumi had on.

"One day, I'll make sure pigs can fly with birds! Just you wait," Henry nodded persistently. He rolled over twice and landed on top of Zhoumi, pushing the wind out of his lungs. Zhoumi groaned in pain as Henry's elbow dug into his hip and struggled to weasel his way out under Henry.

"Ger'off," he mumbled, pushing at Henry's shoulder. The boy who had yet to lose his baby fat mustered a sinister smile that could put Heechul's to shame.

"No, not until you say that clouds are yummy and sweeeeeet!" He made sure to squeak in a high-pitched tone at the last word, placing his lips right next to Zhoumi's. The latter clamped a hand over his left ear and winced.

"I won't say something that's not true."

"Just for once!" Henry pleaded with puppy-dog eyes. Quivering his bottom lip for more effect, he grabbed Zhoumi's collar (why did he always wear collars) and shook him gently.

"Sure," Zhoumi smiled mirthlessly.

"Really?"

"No."

"Oh come on! It's just one silly white lie..."

Silence ensued. Henry still lay half atop Zhoumi, staring pitifully down at him. His knees were in between Zhoumi's parted legs. Zhoumi had one leg bent and the other straight. He positioned himself upwards with an elbow, the other wrapped around Henry's petite waist. Nope, no one found this weird. They were kids. Kids were affectionate.

"Why?" Zhoumi asked all of a sudden.

"Huh?"

"Why would you need me to say that? You can just believe it yourself," said Zhoumi. His curiosity grew when the tip of Henry's ears turned pink. Eheh. Pink. Henry. It suited him.

"Because..."

Zhoumi raised an eyebrow, urging Henry to continue whatever he had to say.

"Becausewhatyousaymatterstome," Henry was blushing in full mode now. It took every fibre in Zhoumi's body not to coo at the cuteness.

"What?"

"Because- because what you say is important to me," Henry blurted and shot forward, knocking them two onto the grassy ground. He buried his face in the crook of Zhoumi's neck, hands now around his neck. Zhoumi beamed happily at the mention of his importance towards Henry and patted the boy on his lower back. He hugged Henry tightly around his waist, nuzzling his nose into Henry's soft tuft of hair.

"Henry..."

"Y-yeah?"

"As much as I like this, you're getting heavy."

"Way to ruin a moment, Mimi."