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I always update at night, I'm sorry ya'll 

Jisung was able to coax Minho into some clothes. 

Took a lot of work but either way Jisung was able to do it. He carried the male back to the couch, ignoring the way Minho would swing and punch at his back to get free.

He thrusted a fruit cup into the hybrid's hands to keep him busy for a little while. "Here, eat it while I clean up the mess you made."

Minho ignored him, now more fascinated by the vibrant fruit. His eyes were wide, swishing the contents around just for fun. He took one of his claws and punctured the lid out of curiosity. After that Minho continued doing it with more enthusiasm and a smile on his face.

"Uhh.."

As cute as the male looked, it was a bit scary that he was so content with stabbing plastic. "Let me just-" Jisung grabbed onto the flap and peeled the lid of the cup back for him. "Now i'll get you a spoo-"

Minho stabbed one of the floating cherries with his nail and popped it in his mouth. His eyes brightened up at the taste, enjoying it more than he thought he would.

"Never mind." Now that he was preoccupied, Jisung got to work cleaning the house. He was also able to use that time to try and sort out his thoughts.

The hybrid was definitely bratty. Minho already seemed like the type to cause trouble just for the fun of it...but on the other hand he was very 'child-like,' in his actions and a bit mentally as well. He definitely needed guidance.

Should he allow Minho to stay? Hybrids weren't a thing in this society and anyone that saw Minho would probably bring a lot of attention to Jisung. But he wasn't sure if he had the heart to actually kick him out.

"When I said I wanted a cat this was NOT what I meant."

"I'm not yours." 

Minho huffed out air from his nose, taking his finished fruit cup and throwing it at Jisung's head. "Either way you'd be glad to have me." He said it with a heavy attitude, eyes turned up in a glare.

Jisung closed his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath in and out to calm himself. He had a lot of patience but it looked like he'd need even more with Minho. "Look..." He picked up the cup then handed it back to him.

"If you're going to stay here, you can't just keep disrespecting me and the house like this." 

Minho just stared up at the male with those wide eyes of his, Jisung's words going through one ear and then out the other. "Please go throw that away in the kitchen like you're supposed to."

Minho shook his head, a pout and sparkly eyes being shown to the human. "But I can't walk, it hurts too much." He held his wrapped foot up, wiggling it around. After he raised the fruit cup, shaking it for the younger to come take.

Jisung groaned out in frustration, snatching the cup back and stomping over to the waste bin. Things would definitely not be easy.

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"I'm hungry, human."

Minho kicked his legs out, hitting Jisung square on the shoulder from where he was sitting on the floor.

He was trying to vacuum out any pieces of glass that were still inside of the carpet. "Minho. Stop it." Jisung turned and placed a hand on the male's knee, a disapproving look on his face. 

"We don't kick people, it's not nice."

Minho stuck out his tongue, blowing a raspberry in his direction. "I don't have to listen to you." He hummed, nodding his head like if he was enforcing what he had just said.

"Alright then." Jisung shrugged, grabbing the remote and turning the TV off. He ignored the outburst from the hybrid and placed the remote on the shelves.

"Hey! Why'd you do that?!" Minho's pout returned, whining about the fact that his show was cut off. He didn't even know what he was watching but it was colorful and interesting.

"Because you're being rude." He dusted off his pants, taking slow steps to the kitchen. "Anyway, I think I'll go eat by myself then...since someone has no manners."

"No!" Minho cried out, raising his arms for Jisung to come pick him up. He didn't like how far he was getting without him.

Jisung hummed, tapping his foot on the floor as he thought about whether or not to give into Minho's tactics. "Oh? You want me to pick you up? I don't think so... " He had a sweet smile on his face, opposed to Minho's irritated and slightly sad look.

He took an experimental step away just to see how he'd react.

When Minho's bottom lip started to quiver was when he caved in. Jisung leaned forward, the hybrid clinging onto him just like before, like he was used to it already.

"You're so cute." Jisung booped his nose to which Minho hissed and tried to bite his finger off.

"Fuck off." 

His arms dangled off to the side and legs stopped holding onto Jisung to try and make it seem like he wasn't enjoying any of it. Despite that, Minho's chin was hooked on Jisung's shoulder and tail wrapped tight around his arm.

Jisung placed Minho on a chair, scolding him when he pushed him away again.

"I think I have leftovers from yesterday..." Jisung trailed off, walking about two steps to the fridge and immediately. He went to this buffet thing with Jeongin yesterday and brought a whole bunch of food back.

When the staff wasn't looking he basically packed about three of those containers and rushed out of the restaurant. Could you blame him? The food was good and Jisung had no idea how to cook...it was a no brainer.

"Oh! I do-" A loud slap resonated through the kitchen. Jisung straightened up and flipped around to face the hybrid, hands clasping over his bottom. "Did you just slap-

Minho held a hand in front of his face, full on laughing at the male's red face. He brought his other hand up and made a squeezing motion before dropping it. "Go make my food, human."

Jisung rolled his eyes, awkwardly shuffling back into the fridge in an attempt to hide his backside from Minho. "My name's Jisung...by the way." He picked out a random container and threw it in the microwave.

"Yeah well, I don't care."

And when Jisung set the plate in front of him, he immediately started eating, using his claws to shred the pieces of chicken down and shove the rest of the food into his mouth.

Jisung watched him totally stressed. Just something about him eating so messily on his clean countertops gave him anxiety. He would have given Minho chopsticks but figured that would be too difficult considering he only ate with his hands.

And so Jisung spent the rest of the night teaching Minho how to use a fork. 

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Do you want smut in this book? Or should I keep it brief if I do add it? 

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