cat napping.
@mibomin
it’s getting a little late and he’s on the way back to his dorm. for some reason, he decides to take a rather different route by a much less lit walkway. bomin isn’t one to believe in ghosts, but when he begins to hear high pitched noises getting louder and louder, he can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, he’s got himself in some weird horror movie.
though it’s then when he spots a tiny kitten through a glass door, stuck inside a store.
bomin loves animals. or well, he loves most animals. some are cute, some are creepy (toads) and some were just odd (owls). still, he’s got a soft spot for animals and it isn’t something he’s afraid to admit.
he contemplates for a minute. was it the owner’s cat? but then again, the cat didn’t look as though it wanted to be there. he walks towards the glass and tries to peer into the store. he doesn’t spot anything for the animal to eat and he comes to the conclusion that the cat had been locked in the store by mistake. shit.
“i’ll get you out of there,” he says, “i’m gonna get you out of there.” he looks around to find anything to break the glass door with. bomin isn’t afraid, he could always just delete any cctv footage later, he’s sure he’ll find some way to deal with it. he grabs a nearby rock but is stopped by a voice.
“what is this scene i am witnessing?”
shit (again). he pauses, turns around and his eyes meet those of a stranger’s. “i…” he begins, “i’m trying to save a cat,” he replies honestly.
jinah doesn’t go on late-night walks for no reason. by tomorrow, someone will have found another target of hers in a dark alley, dressed up as a homeless person, supposedly sleeping soundly on a piece of cardboard. it’s inconspicuous. he could have died from dehydration, or choking on his own vomit. either way, jinah didn’t want to make it messy, so she walked down the street to throw the bottle of poison away in some public bin.
she’s walking back to her car when she passes by a suspicious man. jinah can let a lot of things slide, but if he’s trying to break in to kill a cat...
well – not that many people will immediately jump to murder, but far it be from her to judge a book based on their seemingly innocent cover. she knows better than most people that everyone’s capable of killing anything or anyone. “sure,” she replies, suspicious as ever, narrowing her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest.
she must look like a sight now: wearing full black, with the only shade of colour the red on her lips. she must’ve looked like someone straight out of a noir movie, but that doesn’t matter, because she’s just about ready to beat this man to the ground for even thinking about using a rock to break in and potentially harming the cat he’s claiming to save. “if you use that rock, the shards will go all over, you’ll scare the cat away, cause property damage, and a bunch of other things. all to save a cat? at least do it right.”
but she doesn’t lift a hand to help. “have you even broke into anything before?”