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Jeongguk wakes up with a bang.
Quite literally so, because in the process of detaching his dead ass upper body from the wooden surface of below, he successfully manages to knock the table lamp over.
Fucking shit.
He quickly chastises himself because one: he knows for a fact that he needs to tone down his habit of excessively cursing like a sailor which may or may not have to do something with a certain cousin of his and two: he doesn't want to hear the moral speech of his mother who'll most probably fly the very next flight all the way from Busan to come get him and (metaphorically and literary) knock some sense into him.
He's dizzy from being rudely woken up from the nap he was peacefully indulging himself on his history textbook, (fuck that shit because what's the point of learning about the ancient Inca civilizations and goddamn Pharaoh mummies when all he wants to do is to own a tattoo parlor and maybe set a new high score record in Piano Tiles don't judge him) and his body and mind don't cooperate for a good fifteen seconds as usual.
Moving on, he hears the loud knocks on the door again which could easily pass on as merciless banging and Jeongguk scowls because it's too early for this shit and he's sure as fuck there was a doorbell somewhere.
Rude as fuck.
He stands up, precariously holding onto the chair as he gains the balance on his feet and curses yet again when he registers that he's only wearing his boxers.
Today's going to be a one heck of a cursing fest.
After hastily shrugging one of his many over sized white tees and sweatpants on, he marches all the way to the door flying it open in a swift motion, all ready to teach the motherfucker a lesson of how to ring a doorbell.
The words just die on the tip of his tongue as he freezes on the spot.
There's a girl standing on his doorstep.
A girl.
Holy shit.
The Girl, who looks up from the screen of her phone seems caught off guard too for whatever reason.
Jeongguk on the other hand, wills his utmost inner-teenage-rebel-power to get his shit together and to calm down from his panic attack so that he looks less like an idiot and takes a peek at her from the corner of his eyes.
Rule number one: never look at a girl eye-to-eye in less than a safety distance of three meters.
The Girl (as he has nicknamed), is almost as same height as him, but has a small yet petite frame. Her shiny dark brown bangs fall past her shoulders and Jeongguk has the sudden urge to run a hand through them to know whether they feel as soft and smooth as they look. For scientific purposes of course. She’s wearing a white top matched with a red and black checkered flannel shirt which compliments her tan skin so well, finishing off with light blue jeans and red converse shoes.
So effortlessly gorgeous.
She has a great taste of fashion, Jeongguk gives her that. (Mostly because he saw red and black everywhere, his most favorite colors.)
The Girl is also eyeing him up and down and Jeongguk thanks whatever deity for reminding himself for putting actual clothes on because iron man boxers doesn’t exactly sound appealing.
He cringes at the memory of his cousin’s girlfriend catching him while he was giving a pep talk to his iron man figurine, clad only in basketball shorts.
How fucking embarrassing.
She never let it go, much to Jeongguk’s mortification.
Rule number two: always dress properly when answering the door, cue Yoongi hyung’s (short and annoying) girlfriend’s random visits.
The Girl clears her throat and Jeongguk snaps out of his thoughts because fuck, did he look like a creep checking her out?
The Girl takes a one step closer (she has a nice vanilla scent, not smelling like godawful perfumes which makes him gag, like whenever the girls in his school pass by him) and her words make him frown in confusion.
“She’s pregnant,” she says, her surprisingly deep voice solemn, face blank.
Who’s she talking about? Why is that person pregnant? And most importantly, why is The Girl telling him about that?
“And you are responsible for that.”
Jeongguk promptly chokes on thin air.
There’s a moment of deafening silence, his mouth rapidly opening and closing like a fish pulled out of water, The Girl staring right back at him, and Jeongguk distantly hears the disbelieved voice of the old woman next door saying ‘kids these days,’ and Jeongguk takes it as she probably heard the words “pregnant” and “responsible.”
He wishes to just flee the place and throw himself into an active volcano.
What a perfect timing for his neighbor to walk her dog to the park. He won’t be able to look her in the face again, like never.
He looks at The Girl dead on the eyes, because what the ever-loving fuck did she just say?
“What the hell!”
He screams, censoring himself because, manners and shit.
Rule number three: never curse in front of a girl.
He’s just a fifteen year old high school freshman who never ever had a girlfriend, never even kissed someone let alone making a girl pregnant.
What kind of false accusation is this for a boy like him, he has yet to watch porn for the first time even. So much for I’m-an-emo-badboy-cursing-like-a-sailor aesthetic.
“It’s all your fault that my cat is pregnant!” The Girl screams back, shoving some bundle in his face.
And there is, a snow white cat draped in a blanket, wrapped up in The Girl’s arms.
Oh, it makes some sense now. How could he not notice the cat earlier. (You were busy ogling at her, his brain helpfully supplies but he decides to just ignore it.)
“How the hell is it my fault that she’s pregnant? I’m not a cat, am I?”
Is he really? What if he’s some cat hybrid in some fucked up logic? Wait what the fuck is he even thinking, maybe he should stop watching too much anime.
“But that black and brown Toyger cat is yours right? So of course it’s your fault. I’ve seen your cat flirting with my baby past month. But I just shrugged off it as nothing but when I brought her to the vet last week you know what he said? Boom, she’s pregnant! You should have taught your cat better! Like, how to take things slow and to show some sense of responsibility!”
The Girl rambles on, impatiently tapping one of her converse clad feet on the floor and Jeongguk doesn’t really register what she’s saying because fuck, does she look so cute and adorable like this.
And then a wild Toyger cat decides to appear from the his living room, meowing, stealing all the spotlight.
The snow white cat makes a pleased noise at this, trying to wriggle free from The Girl’s hands, and she lets it go, partly surprised, partly amused.
Both of them looks in fascination as the black and brown cat licks a stripe up at the snow white one’s face, the latter purring at that.
Jeongguk’s lying if he said his heart didn’t melt a little from the scene.
“Oh my god they’re so cute!”
The Girl’s excited voice makes him turn his head towards her, she has both her hands resting atop her chest, eyes crinkling into crescents, a wide smile on her lips that showed all her teeth and Jeongguk’s knees go weak at that, his heart trying to leap out of his ribcage.
What the fuck is this weird fluttering feeling in his stomach?
“Yeah they are,” Jeongguk agrees in a dazed voice, eyes positively dreamy.
The Girl looks at him, seeming a bit nervous and guilty, fiddling with her hands.
“Um... I’m really sorry for the earlier. I know I’m a bit dramatic and all that, yeah I was a little mad that she was pregnant without me knowing but, honestly I just wanted to see your cat and maybe... you?”
Him? She wanted to see him too? What’s the reason? Does she know him? But he’s never met her before.
He puts all the raging questions aside and smiles at her, maybe later will do.
“It’s okay... I don’t mind.”
“Really?”
She asks, voice hopeful.
“Yeah, really.”
The Girl flashes a bright smile at him and Jeongguk thinks he’ll die from a cardiac attack considering the rate his heart is beating right now.
“So... how about this, wanna raise this little kitty family?” she asks, grinning wider, mirth dancing in her eyes.
“Yeah, sure. Jeon Jeongguk.” he says with a grin matching hers, stretching his hand out. And she grabs onto it, so familiar, like she’s always been holding it, the contact making a sudden warmth in his heart, spreading throughout his entire body.
“Kim Taehyeon.”
♦
A door flings open and then slams shut, and an orange haired girl looks up from her math homework, one eyebrow quirking up at her best friend’s not so questionable behavior.
“Are you on a sugar high, Tae? And what’s with that stupid smile it’s so fucking creepy.”
“You won’t believe it Jiminnie, I just met the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my life!”
Taehyeon unceremoniously drops herself onto the couch, sighing dreamily and Jimin just rolls her eyes at that, 567% done with her shit.
“Was it a cat or a dog this time? And please don’t tell me it’s a fucking squirrel.”
“Oh Jiminnie, my dear summer child, you know you’re in too deep because you’ve started cursing and you sound exactly like your boyfriend now.”
Taehyeon dodges the pillow directed at her face, laughing at Jimin’s blushing face.
“And no, it wasn’t an animal. It’s a boy.” Taehyeon says, scratching the back of the ears of her cat who has seated itself on her lap.
“A boy? Wow that’s new. Wait, what happened to your mission of finding the mysterious Red Beanie Guy whose cat is responsible for Soonshimmie’s pregnancy?”
Jimin asks, bit lost at the whole situation, making her way around to the couch.
“I found him. The Red Beanie Guy is also the Cute Boy I’m talking about. Isn’t that amazing? And now that you’ve mentioned it, he looks like a bunny. With cute bunny teeth and all.”
Jimin promptly halts on her steps. Why does this sound familiar.
“What was his name again?”
“Jeon Jeonggukkie.” Taehyeon says, squealing right afterwards.
Oh, it definitely sounds so fucking familiar, like a certain raven haired brat; the cousin of her boyfriend.
“Jeonggukkie? I see.”
Jimin can’t help but to smirk knowingly at her now confused best friend.
This is definitely gonna be interesting.