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thelegendstexts · 4 years

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ADELRUNE & SIRIUS (002)

Rune: Still alive? Rune: It's half ten here. I shouldn't have slept.

Sirius: Breathing? Yes. Thriving? No. Sirius: You are a horrible influence. Drinks and late nights, very dangerous. Sirius: Good. You can keep me company tonight too then.

Rune: Are you still at work? I am rubbish with timezones. Rune: Next time we can skip the drinks, but I cannot promise it won't be a late night. Rune: If only.

Sirius: Yes, but only for a little longer... unless something comes up. Sirius: Something often comes up. Law enforcement is not a 9-5. Sirius: A terrible influence. Keep it up. I wholeheartedly approve. Sirius: It is much more entertaining when I'm in bed with you, but texting will do.

Rune: Weekends too? Rune: Ideally with nowhere to be the next morning. Rune: A poor substitute after last night, I'm afraid. Rune: But I will take what I can get.

Sirius: Sometimes. Especially when a big case comes together. Can't have the bad guys getting too comfortable. Sirius: And when one of us isn't just about to leave the country. Sirius: Very. But you promised me pictures when you get to Miami. That might help ease the loneliness.

Rune: I wish you luck then. Hopefully you are off soon and can enjoy the evening. Rune: I return next week. This was a special occasion. Rune: As soon as I land, I promise them.

Sirius: Doesn't really matter tonight. I don't have dinner planned with a beautiful woman. Sirius: Yeah, why are you back in England anyway? Sirius: A promise, huh? Can't wait.

Rune: I am sure you could find one if you tried. Who could say no? Rune: My grandmother’s birthday. All family is required to attend. It will be a busy week. Rune: You kept yours, so I will be sure to keep mine.

Sirius: Maybe, but you wore me out last night. I'm hoping there's more of that to come. Sirius: So not much time to daydream about me, huh? Too bad... Sirius: You'll be in Miami and I can't be there. Talk about bad luck.

Rune: Make time for me between the crime fighting and we will find out. Rune: I can wait for the real thing. Rune: Truly a shame. I trust you know all the best places.

Sirius: Yes, ma'am. Sirius: I can tell you where to go, of course, but it won't be the same. It'd be far more fun if I was there.

Rune: And you are busy all of next week?

Sirius: Yeah, with work. So I guess I won't be daydreaming about you either, Rune. Sirius: Which is too bad, because I'd very much like to reflect on our post-dinner outing last night.

Rune: I hope the pictures will make up for that then. Rune: I would rather re-live than reflect.

Sirius: ... It's a damn good thing that you weren't texting me all day. I don't think I'd have gotten anything done. Sirius: But reflection is all I've got for now.

Rune: And here I thought we were behaving. Rune: Shall I let you work then and text you once I make it to Miami?

Sirius: Behave? Nah, I did last night for the first time in ages and I already regret it. Sirius: Ah, shit... Yeah, might be fore the best. I'm needed for an interrogation. Sirius: I know you'll be busy with your family this week, but if you've got time feel free to shoot me a message in the meantime.

Rune: Me too. Go. I will text later.

[sent a week later]

Rune: Right on the water. It is a beautiful city.

Sirius: Have I ever steered you wrong? Sirius: Well? What do you think?

Rune: I have only just arrived. But i have high expectations. Rune: Where do i start?

Sirius: Lucky for you, I've got recommendations. What are you in the mood for... Swimming? Culture? Food? Want to check out the touristy areas? Sirius: I'd always recommend the beaches.

Rune: I have a confession. Rune: I do not know how to swim. Rune: But I will make time for the beaches. And anything else you recommend. Rune: It is still a shame you could not show me in person. Rune: The hotel's view is gorgeous.

Sirius: The beach, see Ocean Drive (just once, it's a must do), and check out little Havana. Versailles Bakery is delicious. Sirius: Actually... Sirius: I was going to surprise you, but what the hell? Work needed someone in the Miami office for a job. Sirius: And since this is my old headquarters, I was asked to come. Begrudgingly. Sirius: It's not for a few days, but I was hoping that I'd see you. Sirius: Damn! Nice place! You're doing these gyms in style, huh?

Rune: When? Rune: I want to see you too. Rune: Will you have the time?

Sirius: I wouldn't have told you if I couldn't make time. Sirius: The guy in charge down here is a lot more relaxed than my current boss. Sirius: I'll do my interviews and I'll have time to kill. Should be there for a few days. Sirius: I thought I'd fly down Friday night, that way I'd have the weekend and get to work on Monday. Sirius: Through Wednesday, maybe? Sirius: So the question is, will YOU have the time?

Rune: The gym is only open in the evening. Aside from that night, I can spare the time for you. Rune: I am surprised you will have the weekend off. Rune: Show me around a bit in your free time? Rune: Where are you staying?

Sirius: What kind of gym is only open in the evening? Sirius: Gladly. I haven't told you about one of my favorite spots, because I wanted to show you myself. Sirius: I... haven't booked anything just yet.

Rune: One based in a club. It seems the gym challenges are part of the entertainment. Rune: Do I get to know what it is? Rune: My bed is more than big enough for two

Sirius: That is the most Miami thing I've ever heard of in my whole life. Sirius: I LOVE IT! Sirius: No rush or anything, but I'd love to check it out if you challenge while I'm there. Sirius: If only because I'm looking forward to dancing with you after your win. Sirius: And going to bed with you after. ;) I was hoping you'd offer.

Rune: I will hold off until you get here then. Rune: And do come along. I never mind an audience to my victories. Rune: I spent much of this week thinking of our night in Washington. Rune: I look forward to you being here.

Sirius: I get to see you battle for myself? Sirius: Just as long as my presence isn't going to make you nervous... Sirius: I thought you weren't big on reflection, Rune? All good thoughts, I hope? Sirius: Me too... Though we're going to have to work something out if you can't swim. That was a part of my plan.

Rune: I do not get nervous about Pokemon battles. I do not lose them either. Rune: Is it reflection to think of the things you could not show me last time? Rune: I have a Gyarados, if that helps. Rune: Things got in the way of me learning as a child. Rune: Beautiful.

Sirius: Well then, I look forward to celebrating your victory. Champagne and dirty dancing? Sounds like my kind of night. Sirius: Yes. I'm... thinking that showing you won't change our friendship? Sirius: It's not what I had in mind, but I can still make it work. Just, tell me that it knows Surf. Sirius: There are no better sunsets anywhere in the country than the ones in Florida.

Rune: This is the final stop in the Atlantic. I believe a celebration is fitting. I will be a bit further than Washington after this. Rune: That night changed nothing. I have no regrets. Rune: Of course. It is my only water transportation. Rune: I am learning that. Is there a best place to see them?

Sirius: You couldn't have challenged the Pacific League first? You know, for convenience sake? Sirius: I have regrets, but none of them have to do with you. Sirius: Perfect! We can still make this work! You've got to come surfing with me. Sirius: Probably on your Rayquaza. The city looks beautiful from above.

Rune: I did not know you when I began my challenge. Maybe if I had, I would have. Rune: May I ask what? Rune: Actual surfing? On boards? Rune: See it with me.

Sirius: And to think that you were in Baltimore and you didn't even stop by to stay hello... Sirius: I... am not sure how to say it without sounding like an asshole. Sirius: I don't regret making sure that you were comfortable, it's not that... but I regret that I didn't show you what I can do. Sirius: It's been sort of hard to focus this week. Sirius: Yes on boards. That was my plan, but you can surf on Gyarados. Sirius: In a few days! I know places where we can let Kyogre and Rayquaza out.

Rune: I was not in Baltimore for long, if that makes you feel better. Rune: Show me here. Rune: Ok. I look forward to it. All of it. Rune: Do you still want pictures?

Sirius: Friends first, no second guessing? Sirius: Is the sky blue? Yes!

Rune: Yes. No regrets. Rune: I have not had a drink yet, so understand alcohol does not affect my decision.

Sirius: Then sleep well before I come, Ms. Adelrune. We've got catching up to do.

Rune: I think I am starting to like these tequila drinks.

Sirius: Wow. Sirius: Just wow. Sirius: I was expecting another skyline picture. This is much better...

Rune: I promised pictures of Miami. I did not promise the city itself.

Sirius: I'd requested pictures of you, I just didn't expect them to look like that. Sirius: I can't get to Miami soon enough. Ugh.

Rune: Only a few more days. Rune: I will continue to send pictures in the meantime.

Sirius: This hardly seems fair...

Rune: Perhaps you are right. Cityscapes it is.

Sirius: No, no, that’s definitely not what I want. Sirius: I definitely want more pictures of you. You look great.

Rune: I was joking, Sirius. I suppose that did not come through well over text. Rune: But thank you.

Sirius: It's hard to tell when I don't have you here smirking at me.

Rune: Is that what you want me there for?

Sirius: Are you really asking me that? Sirius: Or is the joke not coming through text well? Sirius: I'd absolutely like you to be here for other reasons. The smirking is just an added bonus.

Rune: Teasing over text is really not going well. Rune: I shall have to wait until you are here.

Sirius: But in the meantime, more pictures...? ;)

Rune: That I can do.

Sirius: A great view. Wish I was there. Sirius: Enjoy your night. I'll text you when I get to Miami...? Sirius: Feel free to keep sending me pictures in the meantime though. I'm living vicariously through you.

Rune: Please do. I'll send what I can.

Rune:

Sirius: Just got off the plane! Sirius: Any chance you want to meet me at the beach? I've got to hit the water before I do anything else. Sirius: It's a time honored ritual.

Rune: Tempting as that sounds, I have only just gotten up. Rune: Meet me after? Rune: I have a surprise. Rune: Beaker & Gray

Sirius: Exactly! You're up! You can meet me! Sirius: But, if you insist, I'll meet you after. Sirius: What kind of surprise are we talking about...? Sirius: We can't misbehave at a cafe.

Rune: I insist. I am not even dressed. Rune: I thought you liked it when I did not behave. Rune: But no, not that kind of surprise. It’s something good though, I promise.

Sirius: ... Sirius: Listen. I don't know if you're trying to tease me, but that is definitely not fair. Sirius: But the ocean calls, and I must go. Sirius: True, but this is my city. People here know me. I have a reputation to maintain. I only misbehave at night clubs, bars, beaches, lifeguard towers, and... maybe a cafe would be alright after all. Sirius: Can't be better than that, but I'm looking forward to seeing you again.

Rune: Finally it comes through over text. Rune: Though that does not make it any less true. Rune: Tonight the hotel. Then we can work down your list. Rune: Me too. Enjoy the water. I’ll be waiting.

Sirius: Surf's up!

Sirius: The waves were too good to resist!

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jungnoir · 7 years

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funny habits;

⇢ summary: "You’re my new neighbour and wow man, you have some really weird habits." ⇢ this wasn’t what you were expecting to find out over an exchange of homemade cookies. for this request from this prompt list.

⇢ relationship: chae hyungwon/reader.

⇢ genre: cat hybrid!au, supernatural, fluff.

⇢ words: 3.9k

⇢ warnings: prehensile tails. cat hybrids.

a/n: I really wanted to try my hand at a hybrid au at least once in my life, and this prompt screamed something cute so~ originally this was a drabble request but then i almost hit like 4k so!!!

You really liked living in the apartment at the end of the hall. Ever since you’d moved to the not-so-shabby complex in the middle of your college career, you had found it funny that not once had anyone occupied the only apartment next to yours. You had been living in that very building since you were nineteen years old, and here you were now at the ripe age of twenty-three, still enjoying that almost impossible luxury. Your rent wasn’t terrible, your neighbors across the hall were quiet, and you could be as loud as you wanted without fearing the tenant next door would hear. It came in handy some nights, when you lost yourself in a marathon of nostalgic music or “ooh”’d and “aw”’d watching Your Name for the hundredth time. You never got noise complaints from anyone else on the floor anyway.

Of course, all of this had to change sooner or later, and it seemed it would be the former when you awoke to something thudding against the wall adjacent to your bed, the thudding continuing long until you’d been roused out of your fitful sleep and into a grouchy mood. At first, you had wondered if the sound was misplaced and instead coming from the hallway, but there was no denying that there was someone in the room on the other side of your wall, and your grouchiness melted into a dramatic panic. Someone couldn’t possibly be moving in, could they?

Pulling on the nearest sweater and pair of pokemon slippers by your bed, you were furiously raking a brush through your hair to make yourself look at least a little less like you’d just woken up before you were out your front door. Your fingers twiddling, you took in the scene to the left of your door, and it seemed all your worst nightmares had somehow decided to come true. There were boxes upon boxes littering the hallway, and you watched as uniformed men took each box and more pieces of miscellaneous furniture through the door to the apartment next door, blissfully unaware of your heart dropping into your stomach when you realized you definitely weren’t still dreaming, and this stuff was definitely still happening.

Before you could even fathom a coherent thought, something tall and lithe began slinking its way toward you, only becoming noticed by you when you heard someone clear their throat.

Oh. Huh. Was it bad you weren’t nearly as opposed to the events happening loudly behind you anymore?

There stood a man, definitely not a mover by the looks of it, with eyes droopy that stared at you with curiosity. His tall stature easily towered over you, but you noticed he was still hunched, and you could only imagine how he might look if you stood him up against a board of wood or something. Aside from his height, he had wispy auburn hair that curled around his head just right, stopping halfway at his ears and adorably looking like it needed a cut, but not so much in an unattractive way like it might’ve looked like on someone else. His whole aura was exuding an alluring appeal, and that wasn’t even including the fact that in the face... he was drop dead gorgeous.

“Ah, morning,” the man started in a groggy voice, sounding very much like he had just woken up, even dressed and styled to the nines in a draping black trench coat that just barely revealed a black sweater and skinny jeans underneath, “I was hoping we wouldn’t have to introduce ourselves until a little later, but I guess they woke you up.”

Nodding slowly, the man smiles sheepishly, and you swear your breath is stolen for a cliche moment. “I heard no one’s lived next door to you for the last few years. I hope you weren’t too fond of that fact before.”

The stubborn girl in you wanted to say yes, I was very fond of that fact thank you, you sleep killer, but you also felt that’d be a pretty horrible way to start off your reluctant neighboring, so you decided instead to shrug and give a half-hearted laugh, “Not at all.” You lied between your teeth.

“I promise I won’t be a bother. I mainly sleep all day, and when I do sleep, I sleep like a rock. I’m sure you could be as loud as you want and I wouldn't hear a thing.” He swears, and part of heartbroken you nearly rejoices at the thought that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have a neighbor, or at least this kind of neighbor.

“I swear I’m not usually loud anyway,” you lie once more, “definitely not a night owl.” “I’m not very good friends with birds anyway.” He answers back quickly, and then pauses as if he’s said something so utterly stupid in his own mind that he can’t believe it. You laugh anyway, though a little confused rather than amused.

“Too loud? Chirpy?” You offer, watching him shuffle a bit in place.

He offers back a small smile, thankful you at least found something of a joke in his words, “Just... I prefer those creatures for food purposes only.”

Before you can share your opinion, a mover walks up behind the stranger and asks for him to point out where he’d like his couch to be placed, and he’s quickly turning to you with a remorseful look, “Sorry, I have to go. It was nice meeting you...” He holds out, letting the mover guide him back to his front door.

“(Y/N)! And you?” You call, catching a glimpse of his hair shuffling a bit on the top of his head.

You think it’s a brush of air from inside his apartment, or maybe just your eyes playing with you, but your attention is dragged back to his face when he smiles and calls back, in an equally loud enough voice, “Chae Hyungwon!”

Moments later, he’s inside his home, and you’re staring after where he once was, a peculiar feeling bubbling in your chest. You’re not sure what intrigues you about the odd handsome man, even when you head back inside to enjoy the rest of your Saturday morning watching cartoons and listening to the voices on the other side of the wall. By the time dinner rolls around, it has settled down and you barely hear a peep from next door, and you think maybe, just maybe, Hyungwon wasn’t kidding about being a quiet person.

You’re in the middle of chopping celery at the stove, a pot of boiling stew’s scent making your stomach growl in want. You're moments from dropping the chopped green veggies into the soup when the news alert comes on TV, the bright and lovely weather woman greeting you and the rest of Seoul with her usually cheery demeanor. Her voice filters like honey through the speakers of your TV, and you listen passively as you begin to stir your dinner.

“...The city enjoyed nice and quite hot weather today with a high of 35C. For all of you who stayed indoors today, it might not have looked it, but it was quite the scorcher...”

Your stirring gradually slows until your hand comes to a full stop mid air, hand hovering with your ladle surrounded in a pool of tasty smelling beef and potato stew. Looking over your shoulder and toward the TV in the living room, you find that, truly, there were the numbers “35” in large, bold print on the side of the screen right next to the weather woman.

The only thing running through your mind is why your new next door neighbor was wearing a thick, black trench coat in the middle of scorching hot weather like it was any other winter day.

The second time you see Hyungwon, it’s been three weeks since he moved in.

You find it odd that not once had you been able to see your new neighbor, no matter how often you stayed in on the weekends or how early you left for work on the weekdays. You never caught glances, just heard the door next to you opening and closing, and even with the all the speed you possessed in your body, you were never fast enough to even glimpse the sleepy looking neighbor. The most you’d caught was the tail end of his trench coat, something you were still itching to ask about to this day.

It was only one particularly hot Saturday that you had finally worked up the courage to face your neighbor head on, your curiosity having bested you into making an absurd amount of cookies - all for the purpose of having a good reason to ring his doorbell.

So here you were, standing with your best piece (read: only piece) of china stuffed full with as many chocolate chip goodies as possible, saran-wrapped and picture perfect in front of your neighbor’s door.

You’re quietly rehearsing exactly what you want to say to him besides “I made some cookies! partly because I’m worried you don’t leave your house often enough to get food and also because I’m a nice neighbor!” when a cold breeze brushes your exposed ankles, and when you look from the cookies and up to the door before you, you see it’s cracked a smidgen, allowing a lone brown eye to peek out at you from the darkness of the apartment. You blink, holding the plate that much tighter, and try to swallow the lump in your throat when the eye doesn’t leave your form for a second.

“Can I help you?” Hyungwon’s gravelly voice asks you from the dark, and you start to wonder if maybe you’ve roused him from sleep. He had said that’s usually what he does all day anyway.

Instead of feeling bad, you hold the cookies out and put on your best smile, “I accidentally made too many cookies and thought you might like some. Can I come in?”

You can hear Hyungwon suck in a breath, like he’s seriously debating whether or not to let you come inside, and your suspicions start to gather and pile. You had already been feeling a bit iffy about a neighbor that supposedly slept all day everyday, and his elusive tendencies had begun to make your assumptions grow and grow, and now he couldn’t even simply say “now’s not a good time”?

You’re about to ask him what’s wrong when he abruptly pulls the door open, revealing himself dressed in a pair of baggy black sweats and a cream sweater, one shoulder of it hanging off and exposing his sharp collarbone underneath. His hair is a mess, obviously bedhead, and his expression is nothing if not sleep-angry, but he still steps back and allows you space to move into his nearly pitch black apartment, and you move forward before your mind can tell you to simply leave the cookies and your curiosity at his front door.

When you’re a good few steps inside, the door closes, and you’re encased completely in darkness.

“Uh, H-Hyungwon?” You ask into the darkness, cursing the fact that you could barely see a foot in front of you. Your grip on the plate tightens all the more.

“Mm.” He hums from somewhere to the right of you, a good enough distance away not to make you panic, but you still couldn’t keep track of his whereabouts for your life. In your apartment, every step you took made a definite sound. If a burglar broke in through the kitchen, you’d know before they even passed the fridge. Yet, here, Hyungwon’s steps were miniscule, almost nonexistent, almost cat-like.

“I can’t really see... can you turn on a light or... open a curtain? I mean, it’s noon.” You laugh nervously. Your palms begin to sweat and you’re sure even those with 20/20 vision couldn’t navigate their way around a place this dark and not bump into something at least once.

A sigh fills the room, a little closer than you expect, and then the room floods with lamp light.

For... whatever reason, your eyes are focused on a spot where something long, skinny, and furry wags its way behind Hyungwon’s back, the boy poised over a lamp a few steps away from where you stood in front of his couch. You let out a sudden yelp at the sight and the cookies go flying, your hands losing grip of the plate from your sweaty hold.

It happens at the speed of light, far too quick for you to comprehend even with Hyungwon being so close by. One second your cookies are falling to the floor and you’re falling backwards, and the next, you and the cookies are stopped mid-air.

Hyungwon’s appeared before you with a soft huff of effort, arm wrapped securely around your back and holding you as close to his front as possible in fear you might fall and hit your head on the wood floor below. His eyes are wide with surprise and fear, and in the moment, you swear your mind is playing tricks on you because Hyungwon’s pupils look way different than they had the day you’d first met him and even when he had opened the door to let you in. What once were warm, brown, human eyes were now bright green (almost glowing?), and his pupils were practically slits as they focused in on your surprised expression. The longer you looked into those green eyes, the pupils evened out once more, and the green irises darkened until they were the brown you remembered. On top of his head, between the mess of strands, you swore you could see two very small, cat-shaped ears poking out from underneath, twitching this way and that as you caught your breath.

If that didn’t freak you out, the fucking tail balancing your plate of cookies behind Hyungwon’s back sure did.

With another squeal, you push yourself away from Hyungwon, his arm retracting without a fuss, even if the panicked expression he wore spoke volumes. You took the quickest strides you could to get to the front door, shooting Hyungwon (and that tail!) one more terrified look before slipping out of the apartment and slamming the door behind you.

For the rest of the day, you could feel the ghost of Hyungwon’s arm around your hips, mind unable to shake the look of those feline eyes no matter what you did.

The next time you see Hyungwon, you’ve accepted that maybe, somehow, you had hallucinated the tail.

He’s ditched his trench coat when you catch him uncharacteristically before he can disappear from sight one day. He still dresses loosely, with baggy sweats like the ones he wore that day, but he’s traded in his sweater for a white tee, and he looks pretty normal from where you’re standing, keys clutched in hand, coming home from work a little late.

He stands in his doorway as if he’s waiting for you, eyes finding yours the moment you’ve exposed yourself down the hall. He doesn’t move from his spot leaning against his doorframe, just watches you with a lazy look as you tentatively make your way toward him. The window at the end of the hall lets in the orange, fading light of the sun, and it makes the tawny hair on his head look red as you approach. It looks so soft, so... familiar.

Images of the tail flash through your mind again, and you shake your head to rid yourself of them.

When you’re within reaching distance, eyes locked with his for the majority of your journey to your door, he smiles minutely and speaks, “Coming home awfully late.”

“You know when I come home?” You don’t hide the suspicion in your voice when you ask, much too concerned with trying to locate that certain odd appendage of his, if it was around anywhere.

Hyungwon shrugs, “I have good hearing when I’m awake. I just so happen to hear you rustling around next door at five everyday, so I’ve come to memorize your schedule.”

“Is that how you manage to avoid me?” “Partly.” He doesn’t even try to lie, lips pursed with a look that tells you he’s only a little sorry, and that little bit isn’t enough to be satisfied with.

“If it makes you feel better,” he says, “I avoid everyone in the complex. Comes with being a hybrid.”

His admission halts any of your doubt and leaves you staring wide-eyed at him, mind somewhere between “oh shit” and “I told you so”. Hyungwon seems to notice too, because he politely smiles just as something moves behind him, something under his shirt lifting the fabric even as his arms lay still at his sides. The familiar auburn colored tail sneaks its way out from behind his back and bends as if waving at you in its own way, and his ears follow suit from underneath his hair, curling in your direction. The fact that you’re seeing both again, clear as day, makes you instinctively reach out to touch, and surprisingly his tail meets you halfway, brushing just along your palm before retracting.

The fur around it reminds you of the cat you’d had back in high school, only much softer than her fur had been. When you look back at Hyungwon, his smile is still there, but it’s more timid than before. Almost... worried. “You’re a... cat hybrid. I didn’t know such thin- people existed.”

Hyungwon raises an eyebrow at you, “We’re usually pretty good at keeping it a secret. Unless we’re startled out of our concentration to conceal our hybrid sides. What you see everyday... if I concentrate hard enough on it, I can look like a human, like I would if the other side of me didn’t exist.” He says, and as he speaks, his eyes casually shift from brown to green, green to brown, the pupils changing shape and size with every other word, hypnotizing you with the beauty of it. “But unlike other hybrids, I’ve never been quite good at hiding the bigger things, like my tail. Which is why-”

“-the trench coats,” you finish, “...I don’t know what to say Hyungwon... if you guys keep it a secret, why did you let me into your house that day?”

At this, Hyungwon laughs a bit, shyly looking away from you, “Ah... to be honest, I wasn’t going to let you in... but I’m a sucker for sweets.”

You’ve got to be kidding me, you think to yourself, he’s adorable.

“I’m not gonna lie, if all it takes to diffuse your resolve is sweets, I’m going to be very concerned for you from now on.” You tell him, biting your lip to hide your blooming smile. You fail, royally.

The cat hybrid hums and his bare foot brushes against the floor back and forth, eyes flickering up to meet yours, the brown fading some as he looked at you, “You’re gonna worry for me? I hope that means you like me, then.”

You quickly turn to hide your face in the crook of your elbow, feigning rubbing your nose as you blame the heat outside for making your cheeks so warm because no, of course not, he’s not making you blush. There’s... there’s no way, right?

A simple touch of your hand to your burning cheek silences your thoughts very quickly.

“I don’t dislike you. I can promise you that.” You say once you’ve regained some composure.

The boy looks at you from underneath his lashes for a few moments before pushing himself off the doorframe (and you try to ignore the attraction you feel when his tall form looms over you, swaying side to side like a sleepy cat. Heh, things made sense now), “I’m honestly surprised you haven’t tried to rip my tail from my body or ran away screaming again yet. That’s usually the general reaction in my case.”

You can see in his eyes, though he tries to hide the gaze with hooded eyelids, that not only had those things happened before, but they hadn’t been painless experiences either. You wonder if maybe the reason he pulled his tail from your grasp so quickly was in fear of the former thing. If so, your heart aches to think about it.

Instead, you close your hands behind your back and sigh, “I don’t think it has hit me yet. Maybe because I’ve had a nine hour work day and missed lunch just to make it home now and not later.”

Hyunwon’s eyebrows knit together in quiet concern, “Uh, fuck, you should go eat. I’m sorry for keeping you.”

“S’alright. I’m actually glad I got to talk to you. My curiosity was killing me-” Your stomach growls mid-sentence and you look down in embarrassment, hand reaching to your stomach as if it would quiet it down somehow. Hyungwon looks you over before gently raising a hand and guiding you toward your apartment door. His push isn’t the only thing; your stomach is calling for sustenance, preferably a frozen pizza in the oven and a bag of potato chips to hold you over while you waited. Your stomach grumbles again at the thought.

“See you, (Y/N).” Hyungwon tells your tired form, your hands already taking out your keys to unlock your apartment door based off muscle memory.

You wave a sluggish hand to him and slip inside, the need for food seeming a priority above all else in the end.

That night, when you’re laying full and in bed, your mind is playing different fantasies over for you, tempting you with what exactly you’ll dream about next. A tail appears in your memory. Your eyes shoot open the same time you utter into the quiet night, “Holy shit.”

Your doorbell rings bright and early the next day, waking you rudely from your well enjoyed weekend sleep-in. Your body is tangled in sheets that provide you little warmth, but you cling to them desperately as the coolness of your apartment settles into your sleepy bones. All you want to do is rest a little longer, but knowing full well a little longer would turn into hours longer, and whoever or whatever was at your door this early would surely be here this early because it was important... right?

Ugh. Screw adulthood and having to get the door.

Tiredly, you drag yourself from bed to slip on your Gengar slippers, rubbing at the sand in your eyes to make your vision at least a little better. You follow the familiar path out of your room and down the hall, taking the turns around your furniture with half closed eyes, expertly avoiding knocking your shin into your coffee table (it had happened many a time before. never got less painful) as you pass it.

You peek an eye out through the peephole, finding no one standing outside or anywhere near your door. You sleepily try to think of what you’d ordered off Amazon within the last week or so, but nothing comes to your memory. You hope to God something is there at least, because if some kid in your building was playing ding dong ditch at eight in the morning, you were going to have some serious problems.

You lazily unlock the front door and peer outside, only to blank at what lays on the floor before you. It takes you a few moments to recognize the pearly gleam of the plate, washed to perfection with a small white paper folded on top of it. Suddenly very awake, you crouch and scoop up your china, picking the paper up and flipping it open to read the dark chicken scrawl inside.

- the cookies were great. call me next time you make another batch :)

And scribbled underneath Hyungwon’s note is his number, the realization igniting that familiar curiosity related to the cat hybrid boy all over again.

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