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CLAWFULLY FURMILIAR. hyunsung

Clawfully Furmiliar
(Hyunjin + Jisung)
Wordcount: 9700
Status: ?? exes?
Genre: hallmark™
Notes: I couldn't noT
put a pun as the title
(a play on awfully familiar)
Also formatting is a
biatch and we do not stan

12/26/20

Cats had never taken fondly to one Han Jisung. It never really affected him all that much. With their sharp claws and hairballs, Jisung could go all his life without feeling the need to interact with felines in general.

Life, as per usual, had other plans.

"So you're sure you can watch them while I'm gone?" A worried voice cut through Jisung's staring contest with the little critter on the opposite side of the room; he turned to face Minho.

"Yeah, of course," Jisung said before absentmindedly swirling his small cup of cranberry juice around. Such a Minho thing, to only have sour juice. "I told you I needed a place to stay. Consider this my rent."

Minho cast him an incredulous look over his shoulder as he reached for a glass of his own. "Look, all I'm saying is that it's your first month back in forever. I feel like the shittiest friend on planet earth for abandoning you."

"It's literally my hometown, though?" True enough, Jisung hadn't been able to do anything against the overwhelming nostalgia that hit him as soon as he stepped off the train. "Besides," he said, looking over the man he considered his best friend. "You have a hot date." He lifted the cup in cheers.

Minho bumped his head on the cupboard door in his haste to whip around. "What— no."

Jisung raised an eyebrow at him and lowered his juice. "You're spending Christmas with him and his family." His eyes narrowed into slits. "I deem it love."

"You shouldn't deem shit, Han Jisung."

"Too late, it's been deemed."

Minho rolled his eyes and set a travel mug down on the counter. Almost as if on cue, one of the cats leapt up onto the counter. While his friend simply chuckled and reached for the cat, murmuring something about how it wasn't dinnertime yet, Jisung stiffened. Tomi, a gray and spiteful Cornish Rex -- Minho's childhood pet -- still stood out in his mind's eye. Despite being arguably the two most important parts of Minho's life at the time, Jisung and the cat never got along great. If it were up to Tomi's talons, Jisung would probably be much more rugged in the looks department.

"What? No mug for me?" He said with a laugh, eyeing the cat warily -- Soonie, he was pretty sure, if Minho's hasty introductions were worth anything.

"It's not for me either, dipshit." Minho hissed, rolling his eyes. His undeniable amusement could be found in the slight quirk of his lips that glimpsed before he turned away to slide the thermos under the keurig. Everything about Minho was subtle, from his expressions to his affection. Maybe that's why he liked cats so much. "I'm meeting Chris soon."

"Ohhhhh Chris," Jisung said with a smirk, observing with smugness as Minho's shoulders tensed. "We have a name to match the elusive—" 

Minho shot a noncommittal glare towards Jisung, and opened his mouth to what would have undoubtedly been a snarky response had it not been for a tentative knock. His mouth snapped shut, and he glanced down at the coffee. Jisung saw his lips turn upwards into a soft smile, and averted his eyes -- seeing Minho like that (whatever that was) felt awfully intrusive. Knowing that somehow someone had managed to domesticate his best friend made something in Jisung's chest tighten.

He swallowed and forced a grin of his own in place. "Go get him, loverboy."

Minho twisted around, the smile still playing across his face as he screwed on the thermos cap. His gaze shifted to the foyer, and then back to Jisung. "But—"