Work Text:
₊˚⊹♡ ─ ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎
one.
There is a weight on Seungkwan's chest.
In his dream, things feel fuzzy, syrupy slow. For some reason, there is a bookshelf slowly and gently falling on him as if time has slowed to a complete stop. Despite this, he feels the weight of the bookshelf falling on him. But he doesn't get crushed. He’s suddenly enveloped in a bright light and a warmth on his face, enough to stir him from his slumber. Eyes squinting open, Seungkwan finds that the afternoon sun is shining right in his eyes. It's so bright.
With every second that passes, Seungkwan slowly drifts back to reality, especially as the sunlight becomes a little too overbearing for him. But as soon as he even attempts to move, he feels that same heavy weight laying right on top of his stomach and trapping one of his arms against the couch. Using his free hand, Seungkwan blocks his eyes from the light, only to find…
“Huh?”
There is a black cat laying on him, staring at him with half-lidded eyes that are a beautiful shade of yellow and green.
Seungkwan does not own a cat, and neither does his roommate.
“Hello?”
The cat doesn't respond. Instead, its eyes flutter shut as it attempts to fall asleep.
He really should be more startled about this situation. It’s not every day someone finds a random animal in their apartment, much less laying on top of them like they’ve lived in this apartment for years. Who knows where the animal has been? He’s seen stray cats in the most random and grittiest parts of the city.
Except… the cat has a collar on, with a small heart-shaped pendant that reads Jiji.
“Jiji…” Seungkwan says. The cat opens its eyes again, staring at him like he just ruined her slumber with his voice. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to disturb you.”
Using his free hand, Seungkwan slowly moves to pet Jiji, wary of how finicky cats can be. With bated breath, he gets closer and closer to her head with no reaction from her. As his fingers are about to scratch her ears, Jiji opens her eyes once again and does something that he’s seen many times but has never experienced before.
She lifts her head towards Seungkwan’s hand, bumping her head against his palm.
“Cuuuuuuute!” Seungkwan couldn’t help it. He squeals as quietly as he can, overjoyed at how affectionate this cat is. She’s so beautiful, too. Her shiny black coat turns a honey brown in the sunlight (just like Seungkwan’s!) and there’s a little heart-shaped tuft of white fur on her chest that only serves to melt his heart even more. “Jiji, you are the sweetest!”
Jiji also seems to be a cat who knows what she wants. She pulls away from Seungkwan’s pets, only to rub the side of her face against his fingers. He happily obliges, finding that Jiji loves being scratched on the underside of her chin.
“Baby…” he coos.
Eventually, Jiji gets tired of all the pets. She pulls away from Seungkwan’s hand, yawning and stretching out her body. Her legs extend out towards his face, uncaring if her paws are fully pressed up against his cheek, claws and all. As she burrows deeper into the crevice between Seungkwan and the couch, her eyelids flutter shut once again.
“Oh my god,” he mutters. He needs evidence of this.
With his free arm, he reaches for his phone on the coffee table, careful not to disturb Jiji. As best as he can, he opens his camera app and takes a bunch of pictures of her.
[IMG.png]
Jeonghan: ?????
Jeonghan: WHO is that baby
IDK but shes soooo nice
She let me pet her
Jeonghan: i want to pet the cat :(
Go pet your puppy dog boyfriend idk
Jeonghan: Ok but seriously whose cat is that
I have no clue. I just woke up from a nap and she was here
Jeonghan: seungkwan
Jeonghan: cats just don’t appear out of nowhere
Jeonghan: unless you got the cat distribution system ㅋㅋ
What is that
Jeonghan: just look it up. mingoo and i are going to dinner <3
Ugh have fun and eat lots of pasta for me
Suddenly, the doorbell rings, and Jiji immediately wakes up. She sits up ramrod straight, neck craning towards the door with wide eyes and thin pupils. Despite her small appearance, the pressure from her paws pressing into him is enough that it’s almost uncomfortable.
“Jiji, what—”
Jiji proceeds to launch herself off the bed, using Seungkwan as a human launchpad. In the second she stands on her hind legs, the force of her tiny paws practically knocks all the wind out of stomach, leaving him clutching at his waist for a moment.
“Oww,” he murmurs. “What the hell…”
The doorbell rings once again.
“Coming!” Seungkwan yells out, voice cracking as he hoists himself back up on his feet.
Walking towards the front door, he does a quick scan of his apartment, trying to find Jiji to no avail. She has completely disappeared.
(He does check one more time before he opens the door. He can’t have her running out into the hallways!)
“Hello?” Seungkwan greets.
A beautiful man stands on the opposite end of the doorway. It’s the kind of effortless pretty that almost annoys Seungkwan because it makes him aware of the fact that he’s only in a shirt and boxers and that his hair is probably a mess from the nap.
“Yes?” Seungkwan asks.
“Hi,” the guy responds. As soon as the initial wave of attraction fades away, Seungkwan notices how he fidgets with his hands, movement tense and flitting.
It reminds him of Jiji, actually.
“I’m Hansol,” the guy continues. “I just moved into the apartment next door. Have you, by any chance, seen a black cat around? She has a pink collar with a heart.”
“Jiji?”
Seungkwan is maybe a little flabbergasted, just short of his jaw dropping to the floor. While it answers a lot of the questions he has, the concept of this hunk of a man raising a sweet little black cat makes him that much more attractive.
Goddamn it.
“Me-ow. Mew."
Seungkwan turns around at the noise. Emerging from his bedroom, Jiji trots over to the front door with her tail straight up and curled at the end like a hook. She passes by him without even acknowledging him (rude!) and rubs up against Hansol’s shins, the tail wrapping around his leg.
Hansol, on the other hand, scrunches his face. Seungkwan can practically feel the anxiety deflate from his shoulders as Hansol keels over.
“Aish, Jiji!” he wails, scooping her up in his arms. “You stressed me out so bad.”
“Mrow.” Jiji latches onto Hansol’s shoulder as she settles into his arms. She doesn’t look or sound apologetic in the slightest.
The image is too much for Seungkwan to handle. Is he still dreaming?
“I’m really sorry for all the trouble,” Hansol says. “I don’t even know how she got into your apartment but I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
And he’s sweet, too!
“It’s really okay,” Seungkwan replies. “Did she walk in through our balcony by any chance? I left my door open for some air so she might have hopped over the divider and walked into my place while I was napping.”
Hansol grimaces again and facepalms. It’s incredibly endearing.
“I must have left my door open enough for her to go through. Again, really sorry.”
“I’m serious, you’re fine! She’s the nicest cat I’ve ever met.”
“I know, right?” Hansol beams into a gummy smile. “Jiji is such a sweetie. I’m glad she didn’t give you too much trouble.”
“Not really. Actually, it’s nice to wake up to a cat laying on you.”
“Oh god, was she, really?”
“Yeah.” Seungkwan pulls out his phone, showing the picture that he sent Jeonghan earlier.
“Jiji!” Hansol pokes Jiji’s nose, eyes shining bright. “You're so greedy.” He glances up at Seungkwan with the same expression and he tries his hardest not to fall to his knees in despair and anguish and cuteness aggression. “Seriously, thank you, again, uh… what's your name?”
“I’m Seungkwan.”
“Seungkwan. Awesome. It’s really nice to finally meet some of my neighbors.”
“Me too. I was wondering who was gonna grab that unit. The last person was there for a while.”
The conversation flows freely from there, which deals the final blow to Seungkwan’s attraction to this man. Hansol is friendly, attentive, and easy to talk to. In the couple of minutes they talk, Seungkwan learns that Hansol just moved in a day after Jeonghan left for his romantic getaway with Mingyu, they’re the same age, and Jiji is two years old (or as Hansol says, “still a little baby.’)
Once Seungkwan is back in the apartment, he closes the balcony door that was left open from earlier, and he throws himself onto the couch, staring at the ceiling as he thinks about his new neighbor.
It seems a little too good to be true, Seungkwan thinks. Hansol is too nice and a perfect combination of hot and silly and sweet.
That is dangerous. He shakes his head, sitting upright. He can’t be this down bad for a boy, no matter how pretty he is. Maybe whatever Hansol has got going on is a facade and he’s secretly a serial killer. Maybe he’s in a committed relationship. Maybe he’s straight.
That certainly helps him manage his expectations.
₊˚⊹♡ ─ ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎
two.
Seungkwan’s arms are practically shaking as he approaches his apartment door, dropping the heavy bags of groceries onto the floor (of course, making sure the eggs are safe!) What started as a simple grocery trip to restock the kitchen became an accidental arm day as Jeonghan texted him more and more items to buy until his cart was filled to the brim. With several heavy bags he has to carry for several blocks, Seungkwan is sweaty and out of breath by the time he’s back at his apartment.
And maybe on any other day, he might have made the trek from the market to his apartment no problem, except for the fact that he went right after a particularly intensive pilates class. He may be athletic, but even he has his limits. Once Seungkwan is on his floor, he places his grocery bags down and opts to take several trips from the elevator to his apartment. In hindsight, it might have been a pretty unsafe idea to keep his apartment door open to transfer the groceries into his kitchen, but he’s trying to be efficient here.
On the second trip, Seungkwan is carrying a particularly heavy bag of milk, a jar of kimchi, a carton of ice cream, frozen dumplings, and eggs into the apartment. His eyes are cast down, making sure that the carton is upright and not at the risk of falling and cracking every egg (which, unfortunately, has happened before.) But when he looks up, just about ready to haul this bag onto the counter like an Olympic weight lifter, he gets frightened by the sudden pair of yellow-green eyes on him.
“Oh my god!” Seungkwan yelps, hand clutching at his chest to calm himself down.
Seungkwan’s loud and sudden yelp causes Jiji to jolt back, eyes wide, ears completely flat like they're folded downwards. Before he knows it, she jolts off, accidentally knocking over the pot of green onions that he and Jeonghan keep trying to regrow from trimmed roots. She speeds through the living room and back into Seungkwan’s bedroom, looking like a frightened, fluffy shadow.
While very cute, Seungkwan feels like he just lost five years of his life. He glances at the poor, green onions and the dirt sprinkled on the counter, and at the bedroom.
A series of knocks snaps Seungkwan back into reality. He glances towards the door, still slightly ajar. Right, his groceries!
“Hello?” Seungkwan asks.
“Seungkwan,” Hansol says. “Hey.”
He opens the door wider, revealing his neighbor on the other side holding his last set of groceries.
“Oh,” Seungkwan says, resisting the urge to close the door in his face and move out forever. Maybe Mingyu can take over his lease. “Hansol, thank you. I appreciate it.”
“Is everything okay? I heard you and I wanted to check in.” Hansol hands the grocery bags towards him. “I assume this is yours?”
Maybe Seungkwan can go under witness protection and change his name and identity forever. Seriously, of all times to interact with the hot neighbor, did it have to be when he was gross and sweaty post-pilates and grocery hauling and within earshot of hearing him getting scared the life out of him from a cat?
“Yes, thank you!” Seungkwan grabs the grocery bags, placing them on the counter next to the spilled dirt. “I’m okay, I’m more embarrassed than anything that you had to hear that. Are you looking for Jiji, by any chance?”
Hansol glances at Seungkwan and then the potted plant and his face contorts in distress.
“Was that Jiji?” he groans. “Seungkwan, god, I’m so sorry. She practically bolted out the door when I came home. I didn’t realize she would sneak into your apartment again.”
“It’s fine. She just took me by surprise.”
“Can I at least help you with the groceries or your cleaning up your plant? I feel partly at fault for it.”
If Seungkwan squints, he’s pretty sure he catches just a hint of a pout on Hansol’s face. Cute!
“You really don’t have to,” he replies. “But you can come in and try to get Jiji’s attention?”
“Yeah, definitely.”
While Seungkwan starts to put away his groceries, Hansol walks up to the potted plant, shaking his head. “Aish… I’m really sorry again, Seungkwan. Let me at least sweep this up for you.”
“Are you sure?”
“I insist.” Hansol gestures to the roll of paper towels next to the sink. “Can I…?”
“Go ahead,” Seungkwan replies with a nod. “Feel free to just dump it all in the pot. My roommate and I still buy green onions from the market anyway.”
“Gotcha.”
The conversation lulls to silence while Hansol sweeps up the dirt and Seungkwan puts away his groceries. It feels weirdly domestic for a neighbor he’s known for a little bit, but he’s way too exhausted to even entertain the idea.
“Mro-ow-ow.”
Seungkwan and Hansol’s heads turn towards the sound, finding that Jiji, once again, is trotting up to them like nothing happened. She has her tail straight up, curling around Hansol’s leg while she leans into him.
“Jiji-yah,” Hansol whines in a high-pitched voice that Seungkwan would never expect to hear. Placing the plant pot off to the side, he leans down and picks Jiji up, holding her right in front of his face and chastising her like she could understand him. “You can’t keep running into this nice man’s apartment and knocking down all his stuff. That’s just rude!”
Seungkwan can’t help but smile. He is so charmed by this man.
“Mow,” Jiji replies, staring blankly at Hansol.
“Is this your way of asking if you want to move out?”
Seungkwan puts away the last of his groceries and leans against his kitchen counter. “Jiji-yah. You better listen to your appa, you're giving him such a fright…” Hansol glances at Seungkwan with wide eyes, so suddenly that he’s taken aback. “Sorry, did I say something wrong?”
“No.” Despite this, Hansol’s voice seems strained, but Seungkwan can’t really read much into it. Even with his expressive face, it’s hard to tell what his neighbor is thinking. He barely has any time to unpack what just happened when Jiji starts grasping at Hansol’s chest, hoisting herself up so she’s sitting on top of his shoulder.
“Jiji,” Hansol whines.
“She’s so cute.”
“She really is. Anyways, thank you again Seungkwan. I’m sorry for the trouble, I owe you a lot.”
Seungkwan shakes his head. “It’s really nothing! It’s always a good time seeing Jiji.”
“Just Jiji?” Hansol asks with a pout. This does something funny in Seungkwan’s stomach.
“Both of you,” he replies, feeling his cheeks flush.
Hansol grins, seemingly satisfied with the answer. “We’ll get out of your hair right now. Thank you again, Seungkwan.”
“Of course! Let me open the door for you.”
As Seungkwan passes by Jiji, she reaches a paw to bat at his shoulder, only for one of her claws to get stuck in his cardigan sweater.
“Oh!” he exclaims. “Hi, Jiji.”
“Jiji Skywalker Chwe,” Hansol chides. “Stop bothering our very nice and kind neighbor.”
He’s talking to her like she’s his child. Cute. Cute cute cute! Seungkwan can’t handle it. No one should be allowed to be cute and hot at the same time.
“It’s okay. I don’t think a cat’s ever liked me this much before.”
“Really?”
“I don’t think cats really like me. I’ll admit I’m more familiar with dogs.”
“Makes sense. Sometimes cats are hard to read. Once you gain their trust, their bond is so special. Honestly, it looks like she’s already taken a liking to you.”
And you? Seungkwan resists asking. Have you taken a liking to me?
“My roommate mentioned the cat distribution system once. Does that apply here?”
Hansol raises an eyebrow at him. “Not unless you’re planning to steal her away from me.”
“Huh?” Seungkwan can’t tell whether he’s being serious or not. On one hand, his suspicious gaze looks playful, but at the same time, he seems pretty serious about his cat.
“The cat distribution system is like this meme that’s been going around online. It’s like when a cat suddenly enters your life without you expecting. People always like to say that you don’t adopt cats, cats adopt you.”
“Ahh,” Seungkwan nods. The concept seems foreign to him, but with the little he knows about cats, it makes sense. “Well, don’t worry, Hansol. I promise I won’t steal her away from you.”
Where there should be a response from Hansol, there’s a beat of silence. He has an expression Seungkwan can’t pinpoint. Did he mean to say something? Did Seungkwan say something wrong?
“You're always welcome to visit her,” he ends up saying. “Well, unless I’m at work.”
“Who’s to say she won't come visit me while you're gone?” Seungkwan asks with a smirk.
“Then I guess I’ll have to run into you again.”
“Not a problem for me.”
Hansol smiles, ducking his head almost shyly. “See you around, Seungkwan.”
As soon as the door shuts behind him, Seungkwan leans against it, pressing his hands over his burning cheeks. It’s both delightful and distressing, the former because there’s a cute boy with a cat and a shy smile that he gets along well with and the latter because, well, there’s a cute boy with a cat and a shy smile that he gets along well with.
Seungkwan pulls out his phone, opening his messages app.
Hey does that cat system apply with cute boys too
Jeonghan: Boo Seungkwan if you get a boyfriend by the time we come back from this trip i’m going to scream
who said ANYTHING ABOUT BOYFRIENDS
Jeonghan: Seungkwan.
Mingyu: wait seungkwan u have a boyfriend??
Mingyu: cat system? what?????
Mingyu: does that mean we can double date????????????
Seungkwan has left the chat.
₊˚⊹♡ ─ ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎
three.
Rainy days mean that Seungkwan is going to curl up on the couch and watch Netflix all day. He doesn’t mind; as much as he loves going out during the weekends, he also loves being able to bundle up in his coziest sweater, wrap himself up in a fuzzy blanket, and listen to the rain outside his window. He’s up pretty early, so he figures he could be a little productive before he lazes around. After getting some chores done, he decides to set up a mat on his balcony and do some yoga. Between the crisp, cool air and the sound of rain hitting the balcony overhang, it’s very calming. As he sinks into the stretch, he takes deep breaths, giving every pose a minute or two to stretch out his muscles.
Seungkwan is deep into a downward dog pose when a noise interrupts his meditation.
“Mrrp.”
Opening his eyes, Seungkwan glances through the window of his legs and finds an upside down Jiji staring right back at him. She’s standing on the divider separating his and Hansol’s shared balcony, tail swishing behind her (he looked this up the other day; apparently it ranges from relaxed, excited, or annoyed. He really can’t tell which one Jiji is at this moment, though.) She stares at him with her big, beautiful eyes, pupils round in a way that reminds him of boba.
“Jiji!” Seungkwan greets in a high pitched voice. “Hello!”
“Mroow.”
This cat never ceases to amaze him. He’s never encountered such a friendly, chatty cat before. She responds to him like she understood his greeting.
Wait, can she understand him?
“What are you doing here?” Seungkwan asks. “Shouldn't you be inside with your appa?”
“Mroooooooow,” Jiji practically screams. Suddenly, she lowers her body and squats down, pupils dilating so much he could barely see the yellow irises outlining her eyes. She wiggles her butt, putting her weight on her back legs like–
Oh no.
“Jiji!”
She launches from the divider and hops right on top of Seungkwan. Except, she doesn’t even make it to the peak of his downward dog pose, hanging onto his ass like Mufasa about to die on the cliff at Scar’s hands. Except, the only Scar there is are the ones left by her incredibly sharp claws. They poke through the fabric of his shorts, digging into his skin like thorns.
“Ow– Jiji, my god!” Seungkwan wails. Jiji is relentless as she climbs up the curve of his ass, the weight of her body almost tugging his shorts down in her attempt to not fall to the ground. “What the fuck?!”
Jiji doesn’t stop until she’s at the top of his downward pose, sitting right where his lower back meets his ass. The pressure is heavy. How can such tiny little paws hold so much weight? Seungkwan closes his eyes, feeling the rush of blood to his head from being upside down for a while.
Seungkwan hears a balcony door open, followed by a huge crash and what sounds like several items falling to the floor. Once again, this loud noise startles Jiji, and she hops off Seungkwan and bolts into his apartment.
Hopping off of Seungkwan means that Jiji’s weight is now concentrated in her two back legs, pressing exactly at the spot where his lower back is tense.
“Owww,” Seungkwan wails. He stands back upright, arching his back in the opposite direction to relieve the strain from his muscles. “Chwe Hansol, your cat is something else.”
At first, no response.
“Hansol?” Seungkwan asks, turning around to find his neighbor frozen in a wide-eyed stare, hands white-knuckling the divider that Jiji was just on just moments ago. He’s staring into space, eyes cast down where Seungkwan’s yoga mat sits. “Is everything okay?”
As if he gets snapped out of a trance, Hansol perks up and meets Seungkwan’s gaze, nodding.
“Yes!” Hansol exclaims in a voice louder than Seungkwan’s ever heard him. If Seungkwan squints, he swears his face and the tips of his ears are tinged red. “Yeah, I’m good. Are you?”
There’s a tension to Hansol that Seungkwan has never seen before and when he glances into the other balcony, he notices one of the chairs knocked over.
“Are you sure?” Seungkwan asks, gesturing towards his balcony.
Hansol glances at the fallen chair as if that was the first time he noticed it.
“Oh yeah. That’s fine. I accidentally ran into it. Y’know. Because of Jiji.”
Seungkwan senses that there’s something up with Hansol, but he figures it’s the stress caused by Jiji being an absolute menace.
“Right.” He glances into his apartment with no sign of Jiji. “She ran into my apartment again.”
Hansol ducks and shakes his head.
“God, I’m so embarrassed that this keeps happening. I'm so sorry, Seungkwan.”
“It’s fine, really.” And it really is! Hansol is so sweet and considerate.
“I swear she likes you more than she likes me at this point.”
“Are you sure?” Seungkwan knows that's not true. “I’ll be honest, I’m not too experienced with cats. I thought all of them hated me until Jiji.”
“Maybe you just needed to run into the right cat.” Hansol leans against the divider for support, glancing up at Seungkwan with a small smile. From where he’s standing, Seungkwan can see the long curl of his lashes.
“What, like the cat distribution system?”
“Yup.” Hansol grins with that gummy and boyish smile that has Seungkwan’s stomach doing flips.
“Okay, how does that work if you've adopted her already? I thought you said you didn't want me to steal her away from you.”
Hansol shrugs but doesn't say anything. Instead, he opts to just stare at Seungkwan, his smile softening.
At this point, Seungkwan should say something to fill in the gaps in this conversation. It’s something he can proudly say he’s good at: being a generally conversational and outgoing person. But somewhere in Hansol’s gaze turns darker, a little more intense. It feels like a black hole, pulling him in, eager and willing. Despite the cold weather and his shorts, Seungkwan feels himself running warm. Did Hansol always have this effect or is he reading into things too much?
And then, his gaze flits down for barely a second before meeting Seungkwan's gaze. The movement is so subtle, he almost misses it.
Oh… very interesting.
“Raaaaaooooooooo!”
Whatever haze they were in dissipates in an instant. Jiji walks back out into the balcony. She circles Seungkwan, bumping into his leg and curling her tail around him.
“Uh oh,” Hansol says. “She’s mad.” She walks towards him, looking up with those same round boba eyes that could melt the coldest of hearts. Between that and hearing the tiniest, highest pitched meow that he's has ever heard from Jiji, Seungkwan would do anything anything for her. “What’s up? Can’t go a couple minutes without needing attention?”
“Raaooo.” Jiji hops up onto the divider, extending her neck out to bump into Hansol’s hand for pets.
“She’s so greedy.” Hansol glances towards Seungkwan with a smile while he pets all over her face and chin.
“She really is! Is she like this with everyone?”
“Surprisingly, no. I thought she didn’t do well with strangers. She’s really shy and skittish, especially with loud things. That’s why she keeps running away from the doorbell. And all my other friends.”
Seungkwan beams. “So that means I’m special?”
“I guess so.” The same intensity returns in Hansol’s gaze, but only for a moment. Has he always looked at Seungkwan like that, or is this something new?
He can’t really think too much about it because Jiji’s eyes are closed in the bliss of pets and Seungkwan can’t help but join in. He follows what Hansol is doing, giving Jiji tiny scratches on the top of her head and under her chin, less intense than how he would pet Bookkeu but enough for her to lean into his hand for more.
“Her fur is so soft,” Seungkwan says. “What a sweetie. How did you adopt her?”
“I kinda had my own cat distribution system moment.” Hansol stares at Jiji with a soft look full of love, affection, and tenderness. It doesn't bode well for Seungkwan's heart. “I found her next to a dumpster near the studio I work at. She was so tiny and frail and hungry, I couldn't not take her in.”
“Oh my god. Who would abandon such a sweet girl?”
“I know. It broke my heart seeing her in that situation. So I brought her home, took her to the vet, and officially adopted her when she didn’t have any microchip in her.” Hansol takes a deep breath. “I was kinda in a rough point in my life so she came at the right time.”
“I'm so glad you two found each other.” Seungkwan wants to cry and hug him. “Where did you get the name Jiji? It suits her so well.”
“I know right?” Hansol beams. Jiji then bats her paw towards his face, meowing at him again. As he hoists her back on his shoulder, he adds, “Have you seen Kiki’s Delivery Service?”
“I haven't!” Damn, he should have joined the Studio Ghibli marathon that Jun and Jisoo hosted a while back. “I've been meaning to, though. It looks really cute.”
Hansol perks up. “You should! It’s a really great movie. There's a black cat named Jiji that I love so that was the name I decided on.”
“Aww,” Seungkwan clutches his chest, using his free hand to pet Jiji some more. “So sweet.”
“Would you want to watch it sometime? I have pretty much all the Studio Ghibli films on DVD.”
Like a date? Seungkwan can't deny the little flip that his stomach makes at the thought.
“I would love to,” he says.
“Are you free this weekend?” Hansol asks, eyes brimming with the same intensity as before, only more softer, almost pleading. Seungkwan thinks that he could ask him anything with that look. “I’m a little busy with work this week so I don’t have a lot of time until then.”
“Where do you work?”
“I produce music. There’s some huge deadlines coming up so I’ve been holed up in the studio this past month.”
“Oh woooow,” Seungkwan says, moving from Jiji’s head to poke at the arm holding her. “Hot shot producer?”
Hansol drops his head, a small and shy smile gracing his features. “I don’t know if I would call myself that…”
“You do look the part,” Seungkwan says.
“Oh, really?” Hansol tilts his head. “And what does a hot shot producer look like?”
Hot, Seungkwan thinks, eyes sweeping over his figure.
“I mean, if the cool leather jacket and band tee wasn’t any indication…”
“But what if I’m secretly a loser?”
“I don’t think a loser would raise Jiji to be the sweetest cat ever.” Seungkwan reaches over to pet Jiji, who’s slowly blinking her eyes asleep.
“I’m really glad she’s taken a liking to you. She can be very picky sometimes depending on the person.”
“I understand, Jiji,” Seungkwan says to her, leaning forward so he could run his hand down the soft furs on her back. “Sometimes you just don’t vibe with everyone and that’s okay!”
“And me?” Hansol asks. “Do you vibe with me?”
The question throws Seungkwan off. He looks up at Hansol, finding himself closer to him than he expected. Having a man so beautiful this close, looking at him with those dark eyes and fluttering lashes, the air between them thick, Seungkwan could barely handle it.
Hansol’s hand smooths down Jiji’s back until his fingertips bump into Seungkwan’s hand, the light touch almost electric. Except, neither of them pull away. Seungkwan feels suspended in time and if he even dares to move, this moment will slip away from his grasp like Jiji constantly running into his apartment.
Again, Seungkwan catches movement: Hansol’s eyes breaking contact, jumping down to his lips.
It’s undeniable. The first time Seungkwan caught it, he passed it off as a one-off thing, like maybe Hansol was distracted thinking about something else. But they’re standing much closer together, and there’s no way he didn’t look anywhere but Seungkwan’s lips.
A wave of giddiness and confidence rises in Seungkwan. Maybe he’s not the only one that feels whatever this is between them. Maybe if he just hooks his finger over Hansol’s…
“Ra-raaaaaoooo.” When Jiji’s mouth opens to meow, it quickly transforms into a yawn before she snuggles back into Hansol’s arms.
“Oh my god,” Seungkwan coos, gently scratching her chin. “Did she just meow and yawn?”
“Yeah,” Hansol replies with a smile. He gently pokes at Jiji’s nose. “It’s so adorable, isn't it?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen that before.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I mainly grew up around dogs. I really thought cats just hated me for some reason.”
“I don’t think they hated you. Some cats are just very particular about their personal space.”
“Except Jiji, apparently.”
“Well, Jiji is special. Sometimes I wonder if she’s actually a real cat.”
Suddenly, a phone alarm goes off. Jiji wakes up at the noise and, as if she wasn’t snuggling up to Hansol a second ago, she squirms around and jumps down into the balcony, running inside. Luckily, she actually makes it into the correct apartment this time.
“Okay, that’s my go-to-work alarm,” Hansol says, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “I’ll see you around?”
“Yup!”
“Wait, before I go…” Hansol hands Seungkwan his phone. “Did you wanna exchange numbers? Y’know… just in case Jiji gets into more trouble and you need to reach out to me.”
Seungkwan smirks at Hansol. He decides to test the waters, throwing out his line. “Just Jiji?”
Hansol ducks his head once again, flashing that shy smile that Seungkwan was hoping to see.
“I mean… if you want to text me about other things, I wouldn’t mind.” When he looks back up at Seungkwan, he can see Hansol’s cheeks and ears tinged red.
Seungkwan’s smile stretches wide across his face, unable to stop the giddiness bubbling up inside him.
“Will do. See you around, Hansol.”
When Seungkwan heads back into his apartment, he flops onto his couch, the same couch where he met Jiji and consequently, Hansol for the first time. He covers his face with his hands, feeling the burn in his cheeks. He feels like a damn love-struck teenager, heart racing and unable to stop smiling.
His phone buzzes. Seungkwan glances at the screen, finding a text message from an unknown number.
Unknown: hi it’s hansol
Unknown: [IMG.png]
Unknown: loaf
The picture is Jiji, sitting on a leather couch and staring up at the camera. She’s sitting in a way where he can’t see her legs at all.
She does look like a loaf
Hansol: burnt loaf
Hansol: ㅋㅋㅋ
ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
I didn’t know cats could do that
Hansol: really?
Hansol: wow ur in for a treat
Hansol: there's a whole world of silly little cat things for u to discover
Hansol sends several more photos of Jiji loafing in different parts of his apartment. Seungkwan giggles at the screen, cheeks straining from smiling so much.
He is way too far gone.
Maybe Hansol is too.
₊˚⊹♡ ─ ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎
four.
Seungkwan stumbles into his apartment building, singing Jisoo’s verse in Blackpink’s Whistle, paying no mind to the way his voice is echoing through the hallway and it’s pretty late at night. The acoustics sound really great in this space, sue him!
It’s the weekend after Jeonghan and Mingyu came back from their anniversary getaway on the Italian coast. Seungkwan may have gagged at how cute and cheesy it all was but now, he wonders what it would be like experiencing Southern Italy with Hansol, or if he wants to go somewhere different like Hong Kong or Los Angeles…
No! Seungkwan definitely can’t go there.
Well, not yet.
Jiji has been laying low, so Seungkwan hasn’t seen Hansol since the last time they talked, but they’re pretty much texting every day. Hansol keeps sending pictures of Jiji doing the most random things: loafing on his coffee table, holding her back while he’s trying to eat some fried chicken, or catching her mid-meow, probably begging for pets and attention. It’s sweet. It’s something Seungkwan looks forward to every day. That, and this newly discovered silliness he didn't know someone like Hansol was capable of.
You are not a cat you fucking liar
Hansol: then explain this
Hansol: [IMG.png]
No fucking way 😱
You look just like Jiji
Hansol: like father like daughter
ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
He learns little bits and pieces of Hansol as they text. He’s originally from New York City but moved to Korea at a young age, he has a younger sister in college, and his family has several barn cats running around the place, so he pretty much grew up with cats. When it comes to dogs, he’s less familiar with them. He’s a huge cinephile, with one of his favorite movies being Everything Everywhere All at Once.
Seungkwan can’t really put his finger on whatever this thing is between him and Hansol. Does he also feel that tension, the charge between the both of them? Was Seungkwan grasping for straws when he came to the conclusion that, yes, Hansol was checking out his ass during the yoga incident or looking down at his lips? As expressive as Hansol could be, especially with that intense stare, Seungkwan can’t get an exact read on him. What if he’s straight and just super nice? What if this is another hopeless crush?
The thing is, there are times where Seungkwan wonders if this attraction is mutual. When Hansol sends him selfies in the studio, staring down at the camera, Seungkwan wonders if it’s intentional, angling like he’s on his knees looking up at him–
But he doesn’t want to get too carried away.
(And maybe he sends a selfie of him at work that’s a little more pouty than usual, where he stretches out his neck to emphasize the lines in his muscles. Two can play at this game!)
Mingyu and Jeonghan, the nosy couple they are, listens to Seungkwan’s retelling of his past couple of weeks with Hansol over soju and barbecue. Mingyu says that Hansol is totally into him and Jeonghan tells him to send him even spicier thirst traps. It’s not the most helpful, but Seungkwan appreciates their drunken attempts to help him out with this little crush.
(“Hyungs,” Seungkwan says after slamming a soju shot. “If Jiji becomes my daughter-in-law would you two be her godfathers?”
Mingyu perks up, clapping his hands. “Are you kidding me? Of course we will!”
“Seungkwannie,” Jeonghan slurs, waving the empty shot glass around. “Are you sure you’re ready for stepfatherhood? Will you be the dad that steps up?”
“You’re saying that like I didn't practically raise Bookkeu!” Seungkwan says with an eye-roll.)
So now, he’s here: almost wasted at two in the morning and struggling to get into his apartment.
Seungkwan grasps onto the door frame, trying to stop the room from spinning. When were there two keypads? He takes a deep breath and enters his passcode.
Bookkeu’s adoption date. 181106.
Red flashes on his keypad.
“Goddamn it,” Seungkwan hisses, leaning his forehead against the door and closing his eyes. He takes several deep breaths, trying to fight the swimming feeling in his head. Sure, he could call Jeonghan and have him open the door, but he’s either balls deep in Mingyu or knocked out cold. From being balls deep in Mingyu.
Should he just sit down on the floor and accept his fate? He really hopes not because his phone is at three percent and he actually really was looking forward to sinking into his bed and falling asleep. The thought of having to wait in his apartment complex all night is actually sending him into mild distress.
Okay, time to call Jeonghan.
“Mro-ow?”
Seungkwan opens his eyes, hoisting himself off the door to see…
“Jiji-yah!” he wails, squatting down and holding his hand out. Jiji picks up her pace, practically power-walking to Seungkwan like she’s eager to see him. She shoves her face into his hand, purring loudly.
Seungkwan can’t help it… his eyes well up in tears. At the lowest point of his night, Jiji came to comfort him. Like a guardian angel!
“Jijiiiii,” Seungkwan wails, running both his hands over Jiji’s face. “Are you my guardian angel? You’re the best kitty ever. I promise I’ll be such a good dad to you.”
“‘Dad’?” says a voice several steps away. “So you are planning to steal her?”
Seungkwan looks up, finding Hansol approaching him with a smile on his face. Between the spiked hair, jeans that are ripped up so much his legs are exposed, and the jean jacket falling off his shoulder revealing the tank top underneath, Hansol looks hot. Annoyingly hot. It doesn’t help that he’s towering over him while Seungkwan is on the ground sitting on his legs. The same angle from that one selfie.
It’s a little too on the nose.
“No.” Seungkwan shoots Hansol with a look just short of an eye-roll. “I’m planning to become her stepdad.”
Hansol looks like he’s about to retort back, but then his eyes flit over Seungkwan’s face and his expression softens.
“Seungkwan, are you crying?” He crouches down at the floor, eye-level with Seungkwan. “Is everything okay?”
“It’s fine.” Seungkwan sniffs and wipes his eyes. “She just came to me at the right time. Thank you, Cat System!”
Hansol breaks out into a chuckle. “You mean the cat distribution system?"
“Yeah, yeah, something like that.” Seungkwan sighs. “I can't get into my apartment. It’s really hard to put in my code right now. I was about to resign myself to a long night in this hallway when she came by and comforted me. How did she know?!” More tears of gratitude fall down Seungkwan’s face.
“I stepped out for a bit to throw away some trash. She ran out as usual but I heard your voice so I figured she was in safe hands.” Hansol thinks Seungkwan is safe enough for Jiji to be around! “Maybe she sensed your distress.”
“Augh! My wonderful daughter.”
“Eh?”
Seungkwan looks up. Hansol looks… shocked? Surprised?
“Sorry. My wonderful daughter-in-law.” Seungkwan makes sure to emphasize the in-law part.
“So, um… you’re okay, then?”
Seungkwan pouts. “I went out drinking with my roommate and his boyfriend but Jeonghan went home with Mingyu and they're probably bonking right now so I’d rather not call him. And I'm really drunk and it's hard to look at the keypad.”
“Ahh,” Hansol replies. “Do you need help getting in? I can input the code for you.”
“Listen, you may be hot but I don’t trust you or anyone with my code. Except for Jeonghan, of course. No offense.”
“None taken. I'm flattered, actually.”
“You should be. You've been driving me crazy since you moved in.”
“Me?” Hansol smirks, which makes Seungkwan even more frustrated. He ought to wipe that off his face. With his face. “What did I do?”
“You know what you did.” Seungkwan crosses his arms. “Now leave me to rot in the hallway until the morning.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to crash at my place? There’s no way I’m leaving you out here. I have a really comfortable couch.”
Seungkwan huffs. The stubborn part of him wants to retort about how he doesn't put out on the first date but the truth is: 1) he’ll cry (again) if he actually had to sit on this dirty apartment floor for the rest of the night and 2) he definitely would put out if Hansol asked him out. He isn't ashamed to admit it!
“A couch does sound nice,” Seungkwan murmurs.
Hansol holds a hand out, helping Seungkwan to get back onto his feet and he follows him to his apartment.
As soon as they step in, Jiji squirms out of Hansol’s arms, running off to climb up to her cat tree.
“Aww,” Seungkwan coos as the light turns on, revealing a cat tree with Jiji sitting on the highest peak. She watches with curiosity as Hansol moves around his apartment.
Seungkwan takes a seat on the large L-shaped couch, looking around. Scattered on the walls are various movie and music posters nestled between fairy lights and various paintings straight out of an art gallery. There are shelves of DVDs and little blind box trinkets decorated everywhere, giving the apartment a cozy pop of color that is so much better than the bright, harsh lights of their hallway. Next to Jiji’s cat tree is her food bowl, a small bed and a water fountain.
“Sorry,” Hansol says, gathering some dishes on his coffee table. “It’s a little messy.”
“It’s fine. I like your place.”
“Thanks!” He flashes Seungkwan a smile before walking off to the hallway. “Feel free to get yourself comfortable. I’ll get you some blankets and pillows. Did you want a change of clothes?”
“Yes, please!” Seungkwan flops back into the couch, sinking into the cloud-like leather cushions. “Wow, this is so comfortable.”
“I know, right? It was a gift from my friends.”
“How nice…” The more that Hansol speaks, the more his voice becomes more muffled and far away. Seungkwan’s eyelids become heavier, slowly blinking shut as sleep starts to take him over. The sound of the running water from Jiji’s water fountain is so relaxing.
The last thing he hears is a meow, followed by Hansol’s voice before everything goes dark.
₊˚⊹♡ ─ ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎
+1.
There is a weight on Hansol’s chest.
In his dream, he’s soaked in sunlight. It’s not blinding, but rather, warm to the touch. Cozy like a fuzzy blanket. He can see the wisps of the light dance around him like dust but he is unable to move. The light travels towards a figure in the distance he can’t quite make out, but if he looks hard enough, he’ll catch flashes of honey-brown crescent moon eyes, almost glittering as they smile back at him.
Suddenly, the wisps of light float back towards Hansol, dancing across his face. Except this time, they feel less like the warmth of the sun and more… rough. Scratchy.
Almost like sandpaper? And why does the light smell so fishy?
Something sharp cuts through the haze… almost like teeth?
Hansol snaps awake to a face full of fluff. What was a summer afternoon’s haze slowly morphs into his dark bedroom, tinted blue as the morning starts to creep in. He doesn’t have time to even think about what’s going on when there’s another particularly hard bite to his nose.
“Oww…” he groans, craning his head away from a very hungry and impatient Jiji. He’s victorious for several seconds until she’s licking his face with her rough, sand-papery texture that isn’t too pleasant to experience after immediately waking up. “Jiji, please…”
Hansol wraps his arms around her, trying to see if cuddling will placate her while he wakes up. For once, it actually helps. Jiji squirms out of his arms and actually walks away. It’s almost suspicious, but he’s too sleepy to ponder on it. The last vestiges of his wakefulness start to fade away into the dreamy wisps from before, until…
“Wha- Jiji?” A sleepy voice from the living room wakes Hansol back up.
“Mro-aooow.”
“Why are you yelling at me– ow, hey! Oh my god, why does your tongue feel like that…”
Hansol’s eyes shoot open.
Right. Seungkwan.
He sits up, rubbing his eyes to wake himself up a little bit more, smiling as he hears bickering from the other room.
“Raaaaooo.”
“Jijiiiii,” Seungkwan whines. “It’s so early, what do you want from me?”
“Mrow!”
“No, you mrow!”
Hansol smiles, feeling his stomach do a little flip. He throws his legs over the bed, puts on his house slippers, and shuffles out to the living room.
The image that he walks into is almost overwhelming for Hansol’s sleepy morning brain. With Jiji nestled in his lap, Seungkwan is sitting upright and giving her pets, completely unaware of the fact that she’s doing this for nefarious reasons. Between puffed up cheeks, barely open eyes, and hair sticking out in many different directions, Seungkwan looks like he fits into this apartment a little too well.
His stomach does a flip. When he first moved into this apartment building–a recommendation from Hyunggu–he really wasn’t expecting much out of it. It’s a quaint little building that’s closer to the studio than his previous place and more lowkey than his pretentious high-rise. Plus, he felt like he was at his last apartment building for way too long. There are too many memories there: from a draining depressive episode to a terrible breakup that left him lost and confused for months. He wanted to start over somewhere new.
He just didn’t realize that “new” also came with the most beautiful and charming man he’s ever laid his eyes on. Jiji seemed to agree, too, with the way that she found every excuse to get Seungkwan’s attention. Which… very understandable. But for the first few times, it was incredibly embarrassing. No one likes a random intruder in their home, no matter how cute and fluffy they are.
But despite his apparent lack of knowledge about cats, Jiji warmed up to Seungkwan pretty quickly. As much as he’s caused him so much anxiety for her to be bolting out his door or hopping over the balcony divider, she always went to Seungkwan and no one else. It got to a point where he was looking forward to see him around, even if accidental.
Jihoon and Minghao–the little shits they are–were overjoyed at whatever weird parody of a romcom Hansol had found himself in once he told him about all the random encounters with Jiji and Seungkwan.
("That's crazy," Jihoon says, glancing at Hansol from the other side of the studio. "I've never heard of a Boyfriend Distribution System before."
Minghao bursts into laughter.
"You guys…" Hansol whines, cheeks flooding red.
"I'm sorry, Sollie. But that yoga situation is like, straight out of a porno. You know that, right?"
Hansol answers by chucking the studio's couch pillow to Jihoon.)
"Good morning," Hansol greets.
Seungkwan whips his head behind him, eyes wide like a deer in the headlights. He blinks a couple more times.
"Good morning," he replies. "Holy shit. You frightened me."
"Sorry."
"No, it's fine! This is your apartment anyways."
The conversation lulls for a moment while Hansol grabs Jiji's food. As soon as she hears the rustling of the bag, she hops off of Seungkwan's lap mid-pet to bother Hansol.
"How are you feeling?" he asks, pouring the food into her bowl.
"Ugh," Seungkwan groans. "My head hurts."
"Makes sense." Hansol pads over to the kitchen, pulling out two glasses and filling them with water. "You seemed really drunk last night."
And openly flirting with me, Hansol wants to add. But he’ll get there, eventually.
"Oh, god." Seungkwan's voice from the living room sounds muffled, like he's covering his face with his hands. "I am so embarrassed."
"Don't be." Hansol takes a seat on the couch opposite of Seungkwan and handing him a glass of water. "It happens. I'm just glad you didn't have to end up staying locked out of your apartment all night."
"That would have been the worst. I mean, I was going to call my roommate eventually when he wasn't having sex with his boyfriend."
"I still haven't met him, by the way. I was beginning to believe he doesn't exist until I saw your portraits on your wall."
Hansol will admit that, in a quick haze of irrational jealousy, he thought the guy in those pictures was Seungkwan's boyfriend. That, after agonizing if the cute guy next door with a huge ass was straight or not, his attraction was all for nothing.
Seungkwan laughs. "He's real, I promise. He and Mingyu just came back from their very romantic getaway so you might see the both of them soon. They're really excited to meet you."
"Yeah?" Hansol asks, feeling something bubbling inside of him. "You've talked about me before?"
"Maybe." Seungkwan tears his gaze away, smiling as he takes a sip of his water.
The conversation reaches a natural lull. The first rays of light peek through the windows, hitting Seungkwan's auburn hair, reminding Hansol of the dream from earlier.
It's no use denying the attraction that's been simmering ever since Jiji thoroughly embarrassed him and escaped into the apartment next door. At the time, it was strange. Jiji never was one to be as daring as to just run away like that, always frightened and alert if there was so much as a stranger walking around the hallways. But then again, she always loved finding ways to raise his blood pressure. When he found out she was completely missing, even after trying to coax her out by opening up her favorite Churu treat, he was in a genuine state of panic.
He's so grateful that she only went as far as Seungkwan's apartment. When that door opened, revealing a barely awake Seungkwan with post-sleep hair and boxers that reveal legs for days, Hansol should have known he was a goner. He wonders if Jiji might have known about his attraction with the way she took a liking to Seungkwan and always wanted to see him. Or maybe Seungkwan is just such a wonderful person that she couldn't help but be drawn to him.
Unfortunately for his dignity, she always chose the exact moments that maximized Hansol's embarrassment. His stomach still churns at the moment in the balcony, with Seungkwan bent over in a yoga pose, shorts stretching over the expanse of his ass…
God.
"Do I have something on my face?"
Hansol snaps out of his thoughts, seeing Seungkwan staring at him with a look in his eyes that he can't make out. His glass, now empty, sits on the coffee table and Jiji is nowhere to be found now that she's had her fix of food and attention.
"Sorry," he replies, breaking his gaze and downing his water. He knows his stare can be intense and disarming and hopefully Seungkwan isn't too thrown off by it.
"It's okay! You just seemed to have something on your mind."
Seungkwan turns his body towards Hansol, leaning against the back of the couch and pressing his cheek against the cushions.
"Maybe," Hansol replies, talking slowly as he tries to find the right words to say. A part of him wonders if it's too soon, that getting together with someone so early in his lease could spell trouble if they don't work out in the end, and he's going to have to find another apartment if things get awkward. At the same time, he wasn't too drunk to forget everything that happened last night.
“‘Maybe’?" Seungkwan parrots with a raised brow.
“I guess…” Hansol fiddles with the edge of the blanket. “Do you remember anything from last night?"
"Yeah. I wasn't that wasted." Suddenly, Seungkwan's expression twists up and he brings the blanket up to his face. "I wish I was, though. I am so embarrassed. Fuck."
"It's okay." Hansol tries to fight the smile forming on his face.
Lowering the blanket, Hansol is met with a serious expression from Seungkwan. "We didn't… did we?"
"Hook up?" Even saying the words makes his heart race. "No, we didn't."
"Ah. I was wondering if maybe I did black-out last night."
Did you want to hook up? is the first thing that Hansol wants to ask. But he has a little more tact than that.
"You did mention some interesting things, though…"
Seungkwan's eyes widen even more. The morning sun is hitting him properly in the face and he can see the blush forming on his cheeks. "God, don't remind me…"
"It's okay! It was super cute. You're really dead set on being Jiji's stepdad."
"Noooo! I thought I imagined that!" Seungkwan wails, falling on his back and covering his face with his hands.
"It’s fine, really." Hansol can feel himself teetering on the edge of something. "I'm flattered you think I'm hot, though."
"Fuck." Seungkwan shoots back up to a sitting position, eyes completely wide. "I was hoping you forgot about that."
He's not denying it. Hansol's heart does a backflip.
"If it makes you feel any better, I also think you're, uh, hot."
Damn it. This is not charming at all!
Seungkwan stares at him for a moment, his expression going from that of embarrassment to shock. His eyebrows raise, jaw dropping, and Hansol can't help but glance down at his lips.
"This is crazy," Seungkwan mutters. "Am I dreaming? Are you messing with me?"
"No. I promise. I, uh…" Hansol looks away, his own cheeks burning up. "You've been kinda driving me crazy ever since we met."
"Speak for yourself. Are you sure you're not, like, a secret supermodel or something?"
"Are you?"
Seungkwan doesn't answer. Instead, he stares at Hansol with a calculating look, eyes sweeping over his figure. Hansol feels like every bit of him is being taken apart by his gaze but he doesn't mind at all. The air between them feels more charged, tension thickening the air between them.
"So what does this mean, now?" Seungkwan asks, throwing the blanket away from him and to the loveseat adjacent from the couch. He shifts closer towards Hansol until their legs are pressed together. The contact feels like fire.
"We can go on a date…" Hansol replies, placing a hand on Seungkwan's thigh. "But it's so early in the morning. We'll have to wait until restaurants open."
"Yeah?" Seungkwan shifts forward until he's half on Hansol's lap, his hand running further up his thigh. "How do you suggest we pass the time?"
Seungkwan runs his tongue along his bottom lip. Hansol follows the movement, entranced and unable to pull away. With the hand that isn't caressing Seungkwan's thigh, Hansol cups his jawline and he leans in.
Seungkwan meets him halfway, his hands settling on Hansol's neck as their lips press together. Hansol sighs into Seungkwan's mouth, thumb caressing his face. The kiss is soft and chaste, the both of them testing the waters.
Hansol loses himself in Seungkwan's touch, mind turning into static with every angle of their kiss. Pleasure simmers in his gut, making him feel lightheaded with every turn of their heads.
The kiss tapers off and Seungkwan pulls away, their faces still close enough that the tips of their noses touch. His eyes look glassy, breathing labored as his hands trail down from Hansol's neck to his collarbone, fingers dancing along his skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
Hansol isn't faring well, either. His entire body feels warm, pure bliss pulsating in his veins. His eyes almost roll over when Seungkwan runs his hands through his hair and rests at the nape of his neck, his fingers idly tracing his ears.
"How was that?" Hansol asks in a low voice, hands settling on his waist.
"Great way to pass the time," Seungkwan murmurs, already leaning forward once again. “We should do it more.”
Their second kiss starts out as innocent as their first, but then Seungkwan starts biting down on Hansol's lower lip, causing him to gasp. Seungkwan uses this opportunity to deepen the kiss, head tilting to the side as their mouths open up to each other. He can taste the morning breath on his lips, but Hansol couldn't care less. The first slide of their tongues seems to unlock something in Seungkwan, because now he's fully climbing onto Hansol's lap, pressing their bodies together.
Hansol fully moans in Seungkwan's mouth, his hands running up and down his waist. Their teeth clank, breaths hitch, desperate to kiss each other even deeper than before.
"Jesus," Seungkwan mutters, pulling away to trail kisses down his neck. "You're so hot. I can't stand it."
"Yeah?" Hansol throws his head back against the couch, giving him more space to kiss and bite along his neck. His voice is gravelly, even almost fucked out as if they spent the entire night in bed together. He soaks in every touch, every kiss, every moan that Seungkwan gives him, greedy for more.
Seungkwan's lips suck on his pulse point and Hansol's eyes roll over, mouth open with a staccato of moans spilling out his mouth. His hands start trailing up Seungkwan's ribs, riding the shirt up as he feels the toned skin underneath. He wants more. He needs more. He—
"Mrooow!"
Jiji jumps onto the couch, startling both Hansol and Seungkwan.
Seungkwan yelps, detaching his mouth from Hansol's neck and clutches his chest.
"Jiji-yahhh…" Seungkwan whines, leaning in and burying his face in Hansol's neck. "Don't scare us like that."
"Mroooooooow," she yells.
"Poor baby," Hansol says, his fingers threading through Seungkwan's hair. "She hasn't gotten attention in minutes."
"I get it." Seungkwan pulls back, hands reaching over and fiddling with Hansol's earlobe. He leans into the touch, even pressing a kiss along his wrist. "It's nice to have all your attention."
Hansol's heart skips a beat. The desire he feels deep in his stomach morphs into something more tender. More affectionate.
"You always had my attention," Hansol murmurs, looking up at Seungkwan through his lashes. "From the first time we met."
"Me too." Seungkwan presses their foreheads together. From Hansol's periphery, Jiji moves towards the opposite end of the couch and onto the loveseat, momentarily distracted as she does biscuits on the blanket.
Hansol steals a chaste kiss, eager to feel Seungkwan's lips on his once again.
"Let's keep passing the time, yeah?" Seungkwan asks, shifting his hips to move against Hansol's groin. His eyes flutter shut at the shot of pleasure that courses through his body. "Maybe somewhere away from Jiji?"
"God, yeah."
With entwined fingers, Hansol leads Seungkwan towards his bedroom. Before he closes the door, he looks back at the living room and catches Jiji sitting straight up and staring at them.
"Aww, Jiji!" Seungkwan exclaims. "I'm so sorry baby! We'll give you all the attention you want later."
"She can wait a little bit," Hansol replies, closing the door to keep her from walking in.
He turns to Seungkwan, placing his hands on his waist. "Is this really okay? We can stop if you wanna take things slow."
"Hansol," Seungkwan replies, pushing him onto the bed. Hansol lets himself be shoved around, body heating up at the pure strength in his arms. He crawls backwards up the bed as Seungkwan towers over him, settling into his lap once again. "I'll be honest, I've been wanting to get in your pants for ages."
"Fuck, yeah. Yes, you can definitely do that."
Their lips meet once again, and the morning fades away in the back of his mind.
They didn't even end up fucking. As soon as their clothes came off, all they could do was make out and grind against each other, lost in a haze of pleasure and desperation. Hansol commits every gasp, every moan, every kiss in his memory. The sound that Seungkwan makes when he comes is like music to his ears. He wants to record it in his studio and hear that song every single day.
Hansol doesn't know how much time has passed but by the time they're done and satiated, the sun is high in the sky. Seungkwan is on his back, his arm wrapped around Hansol while he curls up against him. They definitely should start moving before the cum on their bodies starts drying up and feeling uncomfortable.
"Wow," Seungkwan breathes out, hands idly carding through Hansol's hair.
"Yeah," Hansol murmurs, voice muffled as half his face is pressed up against Seungkwan's chest. "Wow."
Before he could say something else, there's a loud meow from the other side of the door, followed by scratching noises.
"Jiji…" Hansol murmurs, fully pressing his entire face into Seungkwan. "Are you sure you're ready to be her stepdad? She's very greedy."
"I get it," Seungkwan giggles, the vibrating on his chest reminding him of Jiji's purrs. “Sometimes I want you all to myself.”
Hansol feels his cheeks burn. He's so far gone.
"You have it," he says. Pulling away from the cuddle, he looks down at Seungkwan. "Should we shower and then get some breakfast?"
"Yes, please! I’m hungry."
"Mrooooooooooow." Jiji yells, her voice sounding less like a meow and more of a yowl.
"Oh no," Hansol says. "That's her impatient meow. We should definitely give her some attention before we go out."
"Sounds like the perfect plan." Seungkwan cups Hansol's neck and pulling him in for a kiss.
Jiji has changed his life in so many ways. She came to him at the right time, during a very lonely time in his life. She brightened up his life in so many ways that he didn't expect and for once, he's grateful that she decided to be a menace and barge into Seungkwan's life, loud and begging for attention.
With their clothes back on, Seungkwan opens the bedroom door to let Jiji in. She marches into the room, meowing up a storm.
"Jiji," Seungkwan says, squatting down to pet her. She bumps her head against his palm, eager for pets. "We've only been gone for a little bit. You're so impatient!"
For once, silence. Jiji's eyes are closed as she soaks up the attention and from Hansol's bed, he could hear her purring.
His heart soars. He could definitely get used to this.