joking (not really) but if u can ... a fluffly hao drabble and it's just rly domestic idk?! maybe something w cats and early mornings IDK. i'm crazy i just need him sorry
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Minghao brought Fish home with the notion that this cat would become the light of his life (after you, maybe). But this Scottish Fold's personality would destine another kind of raging emotion.
Fish instead became the bane of Minghao's existence.
When he would buy the most expensive cat toys, climbing walls, collars, and food, all he would get was a private showing of his tail in the air. But when you'd throw a piece of chicken from your own plate, it was all Fish wanted to indulge in.
He doesn't understand where the hatred stems from, losing visions of calm sit-downs with you and your furbaby in between. Reality kicks him with scratches on his hands and knuckles, his presence on your other side where your cat wouldn't need to perceive him.
"Hao, he doesn't hate you" you reason with a particularly fussy Minghao. He's not having it though.
"Any sane person that sees me interact with that demon knows there's a rift in this house. You're just too preoccupied with his...his ass-kissery to notice!"
It takes a moment for you to collect the bubbling giggles in your chest. He was genuinely upset.
"But he's like this with every person, you know he's picky with his people" you try again, even moving forward to put your chin on his shoulder as he leaned against the headboard.
"I'm his father!" he says in a louder voice. "I brought him here and he does all this like I'm— speak of the devil"
Fish has poked the door open with his head to enter your room, bounding up to the bed to curl up on your lap.
"Okay, let's talk about this in the morning, hm? You're tired right now and this is just heating you up even more. Maybe we can get a pet therapist or something to work on your father-son relationship." The snort leaves you before you can stop it, to which Minghao can only roll his eyes.
You watch as he slithers down into bed properly, turning away from you to fall asleep. Moving Fish off your lap, you stroke your boyfriend's hair, leaving a couple kisses on his temple before moving to your side of the bed. He doesn't respond.
Minghao wakes up the next morning to Fish having taken his place, cuddled by your side sound asleep.
As much of an issue he has with your cat, he can't help but admire the scene in front of him, both of you calm as ever. Fish suddenly looks adorable to him, taken back to the day at the shelter when he'd found him as a kitten.
The owners told him he was a shy baby, more reserved than his brothers and sisters of the same litter. Hao thought it was a match made in heaven, the love pouring the second he laid eyes on him, knowing you'd love him just the same.
It wasn't until the cat's apparent disdain for him that the problems began to sprout, appearing to grow colder as he grew instead of the usual playful personality of growing cats.
His huffing and puffing from last night suddenly felt childish, thinking back to your suggestion to find someone who could help with his apprehension towards him.
Hao wonders if he may be the problem.
But right now, as he scooches to your side of the bed, where he belongs, and envelopes the both of you in his arms, he cuddles and kisses to his heart's content knowing neither of you were about to stop him.
