「Wish on the same sky」
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@odjinhyuk
「Wish on the same sky」
Dog Kennel | Open
Jinhyuk isn’t sure how he ended up on the ground in an alleyway. Sometimes, he just set himself up for failure. Animal shelters were dangerous places for him; they were too often filled with hopeful vibes, hopeful but with an overwhelming sadness.
But he often forgot, heading in that direction unconsciously, drawn to the voices. He recoiled the moment he walked by the storefront, as the long-time residents of the shelter recognized him and their voices drowned out his other senses.
It’s Jinhyuk!
Jinhyuk! Did you bring a friend?
Come in and say hi!!
Maybe if I look really happy, someone will come for me today.
Where’s Gina? She’s came in to see me just last week...
Hungry.
Please take me home.
Jinhyuk!
Please.
It was a myriad of excitement and hope and desperation, and Jinhyuk couldn’t take all of the commotion inside his head. He tried to block out the voices, but they kept clambering over one another, pushing against his head until it felt as though his brain was about to explode.
He stumbled along, eyes not focusing on anything, and somehow made it far enough into a side street to collapse onto all fours. His arms were wobbly where they held him up and he tasted bile in the back of his throat.
Coughing loudly, he squeezed his eyes shut to stop the world from spinning around him, muttering a slew of curses into the ground.
sun spots
@odjinhyuk
Saturday early afternoon and the cafe is a chaotic gathering of eclectic characters, human and otherwise. Not even halfway to the counter and he’s nearly stepped on the tails of no less than three cats, almost been bowled over by an extremely enthusiastic Labrador missing its owner, and had to duck out of the way of what might be a parakeet disappearing with the corner of someone’s croissant.
All in all, rather the norm for a weekend at this fine establishment.
Order finally placed, he winds his way over to the booth where a familiar mop of black hair peeks out from between a potted plant and a truly amazingly plush tabby. There’s a strange ease to being around Jinhyuk that he’s come to appreciate, a reprieve in how quiet the other man is compared to the white noise of his every day backdrop.
“Don’t look now, but I think that Samoyed is making eyes at you.”
There’s laughter coloring his words as he slides into the seat opposite Jinhyuk. This kind of casual mischief is still something that sits strange on his tongue, normalcy never a concept he’d had a chance to settle into even before his days as a government dog. He hasn’t decided yet if he likes the role he plays in this new stage, but for now, he’ll go along with the easy pacing of civilian life for however long the trial period runs.
“Or maybe your sandwich, can’t really tell. The girl with it is definitely eyeing you though.”
His coffee arrives with a generous piling of foam for topping, shaped into the head and front paws of a cat peering over the mug rim. He sighs.
“Well now I feel bad about drinking my latte it’s so cute…ah well. So, how are you? Been a while since I came by, hear any interesting gossip lately from the little critters?”
All he had wanted was a quieter day at work. Jinhyuk sighs as he fixed the tabby in front of him with a stern glare. He had gotten maybe an hour of sleep, and had just washed down two painkillers with his morning tea before heading into work, where he was promptly smothered with the aforementioned tabby, her owner pleading for him to help cut her nails.
“It’ll take me less than a minute,” he mutters at the feline. One of the upsides to working at a pet friendly cafe was that nobody really questioned why he was talking to the animals. Most found it more endearing than odd.
I don’t like the way it feels!! She’s indignant, trying to squirm her way out of his grasp.
“Yeah, well I’m sure Rachel doesn’t like the way you scratch up her carpet and furniture either. Besides, it’s just nail clipping. You’ve had it done hundreds of times, and you’ll have it done a hundred more. Now be like this stuffed animal,” he gestures to the inanimate kitten next to the window, “and hold still.” The last bit comes through as more of a demand, and Jinhyuk can feel the pressure behind his eyes as his pupils flattened to that of the tabby’s. She stops moving immediately, and he gets to work quickly.
True to his word, a minute later, he’s depositing the nail clippings into the garbage can beneath the booth. Free, the tabby immediately jumps off, kicking her hind legs backwards at him as she struts off. He rubs at his eyes, feeling the pressure lift a bit as his pupils round back out, and takes a sip of his coffee before someone’s sliding into the booth with him.
He grins at the familiar face, “How can you be sure she’s not also eyeing the sandwich? Maybe we just make some killer sandwiches.” It’s not too often that he gets friends coming into the store, and he gives his coworker an amicable smile when the latte arrives.
Jinhyuk shrugs, “M’alright, same old same old.” The headache is starting to abate, and thank god the chichuahua had stopped being so fascinated with the husky across the street.
“Apparently there’s talk that the new liver pâté they just stocked at the pet store is to die for.” His head jerks as the husky outside started hyperfixating on a scent trail, but his gaze doesn’t waver from the fixed spot of his friend’s latte cup. “And the sparrows are trying to figure out how to rescue their territory back from the pigeons.” He streches a bit before taking another sip of his coffee, “How’ve you been?”
Empty Homes
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Food.
The thought bounced around inside his skull before Jinhyuk turned his head to see a white pomeranian sit up from it’s spot tied to a bike post, her tail starting to pick up speed as she zeroed in on the smell eminating from his backpack. As he walked closer, the pomeranian jumped up onto her hind legs, tugging at the rope.
The thought had evolved into a loud chorus in his head echoing until Jinhyuk blinked a few times, hard enough to send colour popping behind his eyelids.
HEY ENOUGH.
The loudness abated, but the voice persists, albeit much less demanding and a little more whiny. He kept walking, tapping the pad of his right thumb to his pointer finger repeatedly in his pocket. Mary’s literally inside there, buying you jerky. Calm down.
Before he can hear the canine’s response, he switches to tapping against his fourth finger, tuning into the much calmer mind of a white rat napping in his left coat pocket. It was humming a weird tune, but it was better than the yipping of the pomeranian.
He had ventured out of his apartment with a bag of assorted candies and a large ziplocked bag of raw meat. Perhaps he would use two ziplock bags next time to further mask the smell, although he doubted that it would make much of a difference.
The whole journey took him just over an hour, him having to stop along the way to feed a few mountain lions, a vulture, and a few leopard cats. He also managed to lob two larger steaks up into the cave where he knew an asiatic black bear lived. Jinhyuk had affectionately called the bear Rufus, but wasn’t quite comfortable enough yet to chance hand-feeding.
By the time he had made his way over to the dark abandoned mansion, he had ammassed quite a few creature, ranging in size from the rat still curled up in his coat, to a lynx and a tibetian wolf padding along just behind him. He didn’t mind a larger crowd with wilder animals; they didn’t tend to babble as much as domestic animals, and were generally less curious beings.
Approaching the large building, Jinhyuk let himself in with a light push on the old oak door, grimacing as the hinge creaked in protest. One of these days, that hinge would just give up and there would be no more door. There was a buzz in his head, a slight edge that he could sense off of the wolf who nudged at the back of his thigh before trotting off into another room. He called her Brin, off of her brindle coat, and her senses were arguably sharpest out of all of the animals who had decidedly to join him. She wasn’t too concerned though, having smelled that particular odd scent a few times now. From her thoughts alone, Jinhyuk could almost taste the metallic scent on his tongue.
“Happy Friday,” he called out in the open space, as the animals around him dispersed momentarily for their initial exploration of new smells in the house. Jack roused from within his pocket and clamboured out onto his shoulder, sniffing around, but that was about it.
hi everyone! i’m hasee, and this is my kid jinhyuk, the perpetually sleepy animal whisperer. Here’s his about/bio, and a few plots.
i’m super excited to start writing with all of you, so if you’re interested, feel free to shoot me a message or like this post and i’ll roll on over to your messages :)