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quietly he scoots himself a little closer, eyes on the cat as well as the other. he is really jealous over the fact that the cat doesn’t want to be near him. he keeps his hand outstretched, “i don’t have any food” he adds softly. should he always have cat food with him at all times? is that how you befriend cats? he watches at the cat looks curiously at him but he retracts his hand immediately, fear bubbling into his stomach.
“does he have a name?”
“I don’t know” Yejun answered, looking to the cat’s bare neck. “I’m not sure if he’s someone’s pet or not...” he paused in the middle of his thought and, realizing something dreadful, hunched over further and murmured “this is Keisung after all.” As if tuning into the conversation the cat looked up at them with curious, bright amber eyes, and decidedly began swaying its tail back and forth. Silently, he thought how it reminded him of a feather duster.
He didn’t notice at first, but his heart had finally decided to calm down and with it the heat had begun to drain from his face, hopefully taking the color red with it. It was weird for him to feel this calm next to a stranger, especially when he feared saying the wrong thing; maybe it was the cat that helped? Yejun reached out and poked the tip of the cat’s tail, considering the idea.
“...Oh!” struck by the obvious Yejun gasped and dug into the back pocket of his bag, from which he pulled a half-eaten bag of tiny pork filled buns. He hesitated for only a moment before opening the zip-lock and offering the contents to the boy, their cat companion watching every move intently. “Here, maybe he’ll eat this.”








