“Thank you! Sorry for disturbing!” I bow deeply at the dance instructor and turn to run back toward the school cafe.
We had initially wanted to catch up and talk in the dance room but not soon after, a class started piling inside for their afternoon dance class.
Amidst the chaos, Namjoon hyung (quite predictably) left his apparently-super-expensive scarf behind. And only ‘till we made it to the school cafe did he remember the discarded article of clothing and begged me to come run back for it.
Hence my current situation.
Ugh. What now. Does he not know that if he stopped texting me to hurry up, i’d probably be back by now?
I chuckle to myself, “fu.”
Nice come back hyung, real witty.
He always gets left speechless when I mention Nurse Kim.
I shoot him back a meme in reply and pick up my pace to a slight jog.
A hooded figure crouching by the corner catches my eye.
I slow down to a halt to get a better glimpse. Cooing noises were coming from the figure crouching.
Walking a little closer, to see better, I notice the figure’s hand stroking..kitties..?
Oh yeah. Definitely kitties.
I scrunch my nose in distaste.
Why are there kitties in a box?
“They were left here two days ago.” A deep male voice emerges from the hooded figure. He turns his head up towards me and raises an eyebrow. “You were wondering why there’s a box full of kitties right?” he continues, catching my eyes and garnering my full attention.
The man’s features were astonishing. Big huge eyes and perfectly proportioned nose and lips.
Well that’s just not fair.
Suddenly a black little cat obscured my view and pawed at my face. I had unconsciously walked closer to the man and he had lifted a kitty up towards my face.
“Look, I named him Peppero.” He tilts his head and smiled, innocent eyes sparkling.
“Err wow, he’s uh..that’s a..good name.” I stammered, taking a step back. He pouts and looks back towards the box of cats.
Did..I say something wrong..?
“I can tell you don’t like cats.” he murmurs, almost inaudible. “It tells on your face. You probably like dogs don’t you?” he asks, voice muffled by the large hoodie he was wearing.
“Uh..yeah. But..I don’t necessarily hate them..I just .. don’t care much for them..” I reply back in earnest, remembering an orange cat running away with my favorite boxers. “I like cute things though, and kitties are cute.” I found myself wanting to reassure him.
He looks up at me and slowly smiles, “Well good. We can be the parents to these kitties then.” He states, grabbing my sleeve and lightly tugging me to crouch down along with him.
“This is Peppero, Van Gogh, and Bolt. That one over there I haven’t named yet, so you can name him.” he points at the kitties, who reach out for his well manicured fingers. He looks at me and smiles happily, “So..? What’s his name?”
I look down towards the cat in question and watch as the man plays with him, his two fingers clenching and unclenching in a peace sign for the kitty to bat at.
“Uh..V..?” I answer hesitantantly, not really believing I was really in the situation I was in at the moment.
He halts and looks at me in a strange way, “As in..Victory..?” he hums, “That’s a good one! V it is.” he beams and chuckles a dopey laugh. Stroking the newly dubbed cat on the chin and stands up.
“You can take care of them for this week, I’ll take them next week ok?” He states, putting the kitty back in the box and brushing off his pants as he stands.
“Well then, I’ll see you around!” He smiles widely and salutes me goodbye. “Annyeong~” He coos at the box of kitties and turns to walk away. Waving his hand in farewell at my dumbstruck face.
I blink owlishly and end up saying a strangled response of farewell.
I was trying to get my thoughts back in order, when I hear a voice yelling at me from his direction, “Oh! By the way! If we’re parents, you’re the wife ok?” He yells, hands cupped to his mouth in a megaphone type way. “Okay!” he responds to himself and throws a thumbs up in my direction before turning around to run back to where we he was headed.
I look back to the box of kitties in disbelief. The cat’s meowling for attention.
My legs give out from my crouching position to land soundly on the floor, forgotten scarf in tow.
What. The fuck. Just Happened.
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