Death of The Cat Ch-2
Summary: Jaehyun was pretty set in his ways, living up to his frat boy stereotypes with pride and a lot of pleasure. But his fatal flaw came in the form of two things; a girl and curiosity.
She walked into the house after a long class of a subject she didn’t enjoy. She had a short lunch break and an agenda in mind. She noticed Johnny sitting with two kids she didn’t recognise. Johnny turned around and smiled at her.
“Come here.” He said. She had other things in mind but didn’t want to say no so she went to him with a smile.
“These are the new kids, I thought I’d introduce you.” He pointed at two boys who sat awkwardly.
“You need to know who she is because she’s a very insistent house guest.” Johnny spoke and laughed when she hit his arm with her bag.
“This is Mark and Haechan.” He pointed at the boys who waved at her shyly, “They’ll live here now so you’ll see them while you sneak out.” She hit him again. Sitting on the arm of the sofa he sat in.
She stood by as he explained the dynamics of the house and shower schedules. She offered helpful input on what classes to take. After a while Johnny sat back with an epiphany, turning to her.
“He’s in his room sorry, I got carried away.” He laughed.
“How kind of you to remember.” A voice from behind made everyone turn their attention to Jaehyun at the edge of the stairs, walking towards them.
“Didn’t you have classes today?” She asked, pointing to his sweats.
“I have only morning classes today.” She nodded, remembering his schedule. He came and stood behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder almost instinctively.
“Do you want to come upstairs?” He asked naturally, drawing circles at the back of her neck with his thumb.
“Can’t. I have another class in ten minutes. Johnny here hogged up my entire lunch.” She stood up and he stood in front of her, nodding like he empathised. She looked up at him and suddenly combed her fingers through his hair, he was somewhat surprised by the gesture, his eyes fluttering shut unconsciously.
“I don’t think I can get used to you Blonde.” She said seriously, Jaehyun’s eyes shot open, letting out an incredulous sigh. Johnny held back a chuckle in the back.
“You’re just going to have to try harder.” He tugged her hand out and she giggled at his annoyed expression.
After she left and Jaehyun went back to his room, Mark hesitantly opened his mouth.
“Jaehyun’s girlfriend is nice.” He just wanted to make conversation.
“Oh they aren’t dating.” Johnny dismissed his words.
“Oh, they just looked like it.” Mark retracted, embarrassed.
“Yeah, they do it sometimes.” Johnny said casually again and Mark blushed at the personal information.
“So are they like friends with benefits or something?” Haechan asked, a little curious about the state of affairs at his new house.
“Well they aren’t exactly friends.” He looked back at the staircase, his voice showed that he was deep in thought.
“That’s kind of weird.” He wondered loudly and Mark tried to shush Haechan’s curiosity.
“Yeah, it is. I guess I never really thought about it.” His voice still sounded far away. He snapped out of it thereafter, getting up.
“You’ll get used to it really. She’s this house’s unofficial resident. Even if she never stays over.” He explained before walking off to get ready for another class.
Jaehyun walked into the kitchen one morning to make some coffee. Haechan was sitting there with Doyoung eating cereal.
“Will you help me with my chemistry assignment?” Haechan asked Jaehyun, confusing him.
“I’m a Business Major.” His spoke like the flaw in his request was obvious.
“Yeah, but don’t you like remember something? It’s just a basic class anyway.” He explained to him.
“Why would I work so hard? Just ask someone else.” He spoke dismissively.
“You’re a terrible dad.” He mumbled. Jaehyun’s eyes blew out in shock and Doyoung choked on his cereal.
“I’m sorry what?” Jaehyun asked, unsure of what he was insinuating. Haechan looked at him confused, like he wasn’t the one who said something so absurd. He mumbled her name which didn’t seem to explain anything. He sighed.
“Doyoung said she’s like our mom when she left Mark and I this pasta she made and we liked a lot. I just assumed since she’s the mom, you’re the dad.” Doyoung’s milk dribbled down from his mouth.
“Yah! Don’t pull me into this. I just want to eat my cereal and go for class.” He shoved food into his mouth quicker wanting to get out of this uncomfortable situation he was thrust into by the outspoken new kid.
“She and I aren’t connected. If anything Taeyong is your dad, isn’t he the one taking care of all of us?” His words were clipped.
“I just meant that-” He started, trying to explain.
“Like I said. She and I aren’t tied together like that. I hope you understand.” He finally finished brewing his cup of coffee and went away.
“It’s very late just stay.” Jaehyun sat up on his bed one night watching her put on her clothes clumsily, “You’re very tired.” He sighed.
“I’m fine.” Was all she said. He got out of bed, combing his hand through his hair in obvious frustration. He grabbed the back of her shoulders and turned her around, halting her motions.
“It’s past midnight. You’re so tired you put both your legs into on side of your tights.” She looked down when he spoke, embarrassed that he was right, “We have the same morning class tomorrow, just stay. I never stop you but you’ll end up running into a pole, that’s if you’re lucky.” She laughed at his words. Slipping her arms around his waist and embracing him. Jaehyun didn’t expect this, neither did he expect the heat creeping into his cheeks.
“Thanks.” She whispered and he realised she was too tired to move when her weight slumped onto him. He laughed and smoothed her hair and maneuvered both their bodies to the bed.
After a while he had come to realise that she was rather affectionate when she was tired and sleepy. Unwittingly, he found himself looking for excuses to make her stay the night a lot more. One morning he woke up to find her moving around in his room in the t-shirt he was wearing the day before. He didn’t make a sound and just closed his eyes back with a smile, deciding he really liked the idea of her in his clothes.
When he walked downstairs in the morning in a new shirt she was in the kitchen with everyone who was awake sitting there.
“Taeyong looks like he’s about to cry.” His voice made everyone focus their attention on him.
“She’s using my expensive bread for breakfast.” He looked wronged and Johnny put a hand on his shoulder to calm him down.
“Who spends that much money on bread?” Ten asked scratching his head.
“It’s artisan.” He cried.
“You’re making breakfast?” His eyes were shining.
“It’s a little sad to see all of you have cereal everyday.” She said seriously.
Haechan walked in looking like he hadn’t slept all night, walking up to the cupboard to pull out his cereal box.
“There’s warm breakfast.” Yuta turned to him looking concerned at his state.
“I don’t have time, I have to finish a chemistry assignment.” He looked on the verge of a mental breakdown.
“Sit down and have some breakfast.” Jaehyun spoke to him, “I’ll help you finish your assignment after that.” He promised and Haechan’s face lit up.
“Really? Oh thank you so much.” He looked genuinely relieved as he sat down happily.
“You’re a business major.” She turned to him confused as he walked up behind the counter and picked up a nibble of food, shrugging as he put it in his mouth.
Jaehyun walked into the living room one evening to find her sitting on the sofa with Taeyong leaning on her shoulder, pouting.
“Is there something the both of you want to tell me?” He looked thoroughly amused when she looked up confused.
“He’s been like that ever since I arrived. I assume he wants to complain about something, I didn’t care enough to ask.” Her flippant response made Jaehyun laugh. Taeyong sat up, his pout more prominent than before. Jaehyun excused himself to get himself a bottle of water.
“I just wanted to tell you that some girl came hitting on your Jaehyun today.” He crossed his arms on his chest. She didn’t even look up from her phone.
“He’s not my Jaehyun.” There was a sense of hesitation before she turned to Taeyong, “What did he do?” She looked awkward and Taeyong sat back, uncrossing his arms, not expecting her reaction. Jaehyun walked back into the room and Taeyong got up.
“Since you don’t care I won’t tell you.” He stuck out his tongue and went away.
“What was he talking about?” Jaehyun asked as he sat down beside her, placing his hand on her knee and drawing circles.
“I have no idea.” She laughed.
She was sitting in a café with the honourable intention of finishing an assignment an hour before class started. Half an hour later she was still blank on the matter at hand, reaching a point of hair pulling frustration, her mind went back to Taeyong’s words. She sighed and sat back, she was curious to the point of screaming, what did Jaehyun say? She knew who he was and where his reputation stood. She wasn’t stupid enough to get jealous, but she was not beyond being possessive.
No sooner had she written a sentence than an entire glass of iced coffee came crashing onto her table. She looked up in stunned disbelief to see a boy she vaguely recognized mirroring her look of shock coupled with panic.
“Are you okay?” He snapped out of it quickly, apologising profusely while trying to clean her soaked hair with a meager tissue.
“What is wrong with you?” She snapped at him, the sudden situation coupled with the stress of a looming assignment and untrodden matters of the heart making her more angry than he deserved for an accident. He looked up with panicked eyes at her fury, fumbling even more.
“I’m so sorry. I tripped on your bag.” He tried to better the situation.
“So are you saying this is my fault?” She was still gasping because of the ice cold drink that dripped down her neck. His eyes grew wider and he shook his head more urgently.
“No! No It’s my fault I am so sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going.” He clarified quickly.
“Stop it, you aren’t getting anything out with that soaking tissue.” She snapped again, looking down at the table with misery.
“Hey, at least it wasn’t hot coffee.” He tried to joke with a ridiculous laugh that caused her to look back up at him with anger fueled disbelief. He stood back up looking anywhere but at her face.
“You ruined my notebook.” She glared at him before looking at her notebook with distress.
“I’m sorry, I wish I could do something.” He sounded genuinely sorry but she was too preoccupied with her grievances. She looked up at him than at an object he was holding close to his chest protectively.
“Give me your notebook.” She pointed at the object, he held it closer to his chest.
“I-I can’t.” He hesitated.
“You want to make it up to me right? I need to take a notebook to class. This is the only class I have today so I don’t have another.” He looked distressed at the choice.
“Okay, Here.” He smiled sadly handing it to her and walking away before she could even thank him.
She realised after a few minutes of sitting back that she didn’t even ask his name, shooting up in her seat. She opened the notebook, her eyes filling with realisation when she read a name in the corner.
“Mingyu.” She whispered.