I am back again! Still way too excited to stop writing at the moment. On to chapter 6 ~~

I do not own MM. (Because of mention of the movie, I'm gonna add that I do not own The Lion King either lol)

I gnaw at my lip, massaging it with my teeth, fighting the nerves in my stomach. I let out a breath, reaching for my phone despite my constant worries, dialing Yoosung's number. I lifted the phone to my ear, listening to the ringing, relieved when his voice comes through.

"Saeran? What's up?"

I shifted my weight on my feet, scuffing the ground with my toe.

"Um, well... I was wondering if... You wanted to come over..?"

"What? Really?! You're inviting me over?!"

"Yeah." I spoke quickly, worried that if I tried to say anything more I would backpedal on instinct. I felt some of my nerves calm down as I heard Yoosung exclaiming excitedly that he would be there soon, happy that he wasn't bothered by the idea.

Roughly a half hour passes, which I spent nervously pacing my room, tempted to reconsider, at some point in which Jade came and reassured me everything would be fine, and not to stress out about it. A knock came from the front door, and I let out a couple slow breaths, willing myself to answer it. When I opened it, I couldn't help but smile a bit as I saw Yoosung bouncing on his heels, beaming at me.

"Saeran! Hi!"

I stepped aside, letting him in, closing the door gently. He inhaled deeply, having caught the smell of the brownies I had baked earlier. He glanced into the kitchen, gasping at the sight of them.

"Wooow, those look really good! Did Jade make them?"

I blushed a bit, looking at the ground, crossing my arms over my chest.

"I did." My voice barely came out as a whisper, causing Yoosung to turn to me, tilting his head.

"Huh?"

I cleared my throat, the burning in my cheeks growing deeper. "I said, I did. I made them."

His eyes light up like a fireworks display, bouncing on his feet excitedly all over again.

"What! You can bake?! I always burn cookies whenever I try to make them- that's so cool, Saeran!"

I hold back a laugh, rolling my eyes.

"Why am I not surprised?"

He pouts at me, his shoulders curling inwards.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

I shrugged, fighting the urge to smile at him. I see a small grin curve onto his lips as he turns back towards the brownies, playing with the hem of his sweater.

"Can.. Can I have one?" His gaze turns back to meet mine, eyes bright and pleading, and I nod automatically, unable to refuse. He squeals happily, practically skipping over to them, picking one up gently in his nimble fingertips. He stares at them with appreciation, his smile never breaking for a single moment.

"Wow, they even have powdered sugar sprinkled on them!" He lifts it to his mouth, taking a small bite. I watched as his eyes fluttered closed, a moan escaping his throat. My eyes widened, heat blasting across my face. I looked at the ground, desperately trying to forget the sound of his melodic voice moaning in front of me.

"Oh my God, Saeran," I flinched as he spoke, his tone of voice practically dripping with ecstasy, though I don't think he knew how it really sounded, "These are amazing!"

I continue looking at the ground, too embarrassed to look at him. "...Thanks."

"Can you teach me sometime?"

I find the strength to look up, and he looks genuinely excited about the idea- I nod, eliciting a giggle from him as he finishes his brownie. He licks his fingers clean of the powdered sugar, and I felt chills run up my spine as his tongue flicked out, swirling around the tip. My focus broke as he opened his mouth to speak again.

"So, what do you want to do?"

I cleared my throat, shrugging gently.

"We could... Watch a movie.."

"In the living room?"

My hand lifted to my neck, rubbing a knot there.

"I have a TV in my room... I don't really like spending much time outside of it, usually..." I looked up at him, his eyes patient as I explained, "But... We'd have to sit on the bed."

He nods, his shining smile back on his face.

"Okay! What movie?"

I lead the way to my room, pointing at the cabinet below the TV.

"You can pick. These are all the ones Saeyoung gave to me."

I sat on the edge of the bed, watching as he scoured through them, before triumphantly holding up the Lion King. I shrugged, fighting the urge to laugh- I really wasn't surprised by his choice; it was almost expected of someone as pure as he was. I set up the DVD, settling back down on the bed as it began. We exchanged small conversation as the movie went on- I was slightly embarrassed watching a kids movie, but Yoosung's reactions were enough to deal with it.

It got to the part of the movie where Simba was trapped in the stampede, and Mufasa dies at the hands of Scar- Yoosung suddenly grasped my arm, burying his face in it. I looked down at him in surprise, shocked as I see he is crying into my shoulder. I freeze for a moment, unsure of what to do, so I gently lift my arm, putting it around his upper body. He nuzzles himself closer to me, crying harder as I do this, so I just stay there, using my other hand to awkwardly pat his arm- comforting others was something I never really learned how to do- I could hardly comfort myself as it was.

After a couple minutes, he pulled back, hiccuping softly, wiping his face on his sleeve, a soft blush tinting his cheeks.

"S-Sorry.. I just get really emotional about stuff like that... This is embarrassing.."

I shook my head, playing with my hands gently.

"...We all cry sometimes."

Yoosung nodded slowly, then sighed, laughing softly at himself.

"Maybe... I do it too many times, though, I think."

"It's okay," The speed at which I replied surprised him- hell, it even surprised myself- but I continued on, smiling a bit, "You can cry with me."

He sniffles, wiping his eyes again, blinking up at me.

"..Really? You mean it?"

"...Yeah."

He grins at me, then begins laughing out loud, clutching his stomach as his giggles wracked his body. He wipes away a tear, grinning at me, at which I couldn't help but return the gesture with a small smile of my own.

"Isn't it funny how we went from talking about crying and now i'm laughing? Thanks for making me feel better, Saeran."

He leaned his head on my shoulder again, and although I blushed at the action, I did not move or flinch away. I swallowed gently, looking back up at the TV.

"...Anytime."

YOORAN YOORAN I LOVE YOORAN FUUUCK

EEP I hope you're enjoying this as much as I enjoy writing it~

~Pixil-8