the alley puppy.

bond | 5

When we reached home, Jake immediately felt sleepy and stumbled his way to my bedroom, flinging himself on my bed. I chuckled at the sight and shook my head.

I got my laptop and sat on my bed, wanting to research something. Whether dogs can turn into humans. Well, they definitely can but I wanted to know if it was common. I found a reddit post asking the exact same question and i read the comments.

"Dogs might turn into a human if their bond with their owner is strong enough..", I mumbled to myself.

"There are evidence that they are smarter than normal dogs and will exhibit human-like behaviour if taught."

So if I taught Jake how we function in a day, he'll become more like us? That's great!

"You can just be you."

I remembered what I said and shook my head. You dumbass! You just promised you wouldn't force it on him. I know that! Stop nagging me! I felt a stinging pain in my head as I clutched it, trying to calm the headache.

This hasn't happened in months. Why now? Why did the voice in my head decide to come back now? Because we are meant to be, Sunghoon. We are your only family. Well, after your mother died because of you. Shut up. It's your fault.

Shut up.

It's your fault she died.

Shut up, it was the drunk driver.

She was going to visit you and you just ignored her calls. Poor mommy..she wouldn't have died if you just had picked up the call!

"Shut up! It's not my fault!", I screamed, not being able to handle it anymore. My hands twitched, desperately wanting a shiny razor to be in it's grasp.

"Sunghoon?", I snapped my head to Jake as he looked at me with concern. An emotion I didn't know dogs could show.

His eyes widened slightly and I knew it was because my eyes were bloodshot and I was sweating bricks. I whimpered and tucked my knees towards my chest, hugging it. I tried so hard to not cry.

"Sunghoon, what's wrong?"

I let out all my tears. I felt a nudge on my arm and I looked up to see Jake nudging his nose on my arm. He looked at me with wide glistening puppy eyes. My eyes widened at that.

"Don't be sad. It makes me sad too. I don't like seeing Sunghoon sad.", I cried out and pulled Jake into a hug, crying into his shoulder.

"It's not my fault. It's not my fault.", I whispered like a mantra, trying not to fall into that depressive episode again.

Even though Jake did nothing, he managed to calm me down every time. He was like my drug. He made me feel high. I can't count how many times I had to hug him just to not fall into my depressive state.

I've been going to my therapist a lot less lately, mainly because my condition had been getting better but I might have to come back if the voice in my head is back. It used to taunt me everyday. Saying I was the reason my mom died in that car accident. That's not true and I knew that but it always reminded me that I hadn't picked up my mom's call when she was driving over to my house. If I had picked it up, she would be alive. It kept saying that. I knew that was bullshit. That drunk driver would've hit my mom's car either way.

I will not let it control me. I let go of Jake and took a deep shuddering breath in and out. Jake kissed my cheek. My eyes went wide as I looked in his eyes.

"Are you okay now?", he asked innocently. I smiled and nodded, kissing his cheek back.

"I am and I'm also hungry. Let's get some food.", I suggested and got up from my bed.

Jake followed me to the kitchen and I had a sudden thought.

"Do you still have an appetite for dog food?", I asked him, curious.

Surprisingly, he shrugged.

"I can eat meat too. I still can't eat sweets like chocolate and sweet drinks."

"Ah, of course. That makes sense..."

I thought about what to feed him and just decided on eggs and steak. As I told him, his eyes lit up and he nodded eagerly making me chuckle. I hummed to myself as I cooked the steak to a medium rare so it'll be easier for him to chew since he doesn't have those dog teeth anymore.

I heard growls from beside me which startled me but it was just Jake drooling over the steak. He sniffed aggressively, getting closer to the sizzling steak. I laughed and softly pushed him away.

"Relax baby, be a good boy and sit at the table.", The pet name slipping from my mouth before I realised it.

Jake nodded and went to the table, sitting on the table. I laughed my ass off at that.

"Not on the table Jake!", I said, still laughing as I went over to get him off the table. I slid a chair out and sat him down on it.

"Here. When I say at the table, I mean sit on the chair near it, okay?", Jake smiled and nodded. I returned it and ruffled his black fluffy hair.. or fur?

Either way, I loved doing it and our bond had gotten stronger.