careless, careless
@nshajoon
when kangwoo first adopted marx, he really thought he was prepared. after all, he had done so much research a month prior to the d-day, table filled with stacks of books and internet tabs full of articles on how to care for a cat. he’s not one to jump head first into a situation during missions, and neither does he in real life.
if it was the old kangwoo, he would’ve thought it’s too troublesome and canceled the adoption instead. but the shrink insisted that he should find a feline companion. something about helping him channel his emotions better.
but he didn’t expect panicking when he first found out that marx threw up on his carpet. didn’t expect that his worry for the feline’s wellbeing would overwhelm his anger for having a carpet ruined (he hates disorder and messes, okay?). he didn’t expect revving up his motorbike and slipping through the traffic to the nearest pet shop with marx in his arm.
fortunately, kangwoo managed to call someone to accompany him before he lost it.
“sorry i dragged you out here. i couldn’t really think straight back then.” he sighs, stroking the fur on the feline’s head gently. “you were the only one that i could think of contacting, hajoon-ah.”