The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 5

874 🩺 His 𝛢𝑐𝘵𝑢𝑎𝑙 Kitten

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'Jesus Christ, calm down,' Yunho breathed in shock as—reclined back on his bed, leaning against the bedhead—he held his wriggling little trash kitten in one hand, and a syringe of milk formula in the other. The animal was frantic, trying to capture the tip with its mouth and legs like it was about to die of starvation. Not at all like it had been fed just two hours ago.

Incidentally, its wild frantic movements ended up pulling the syringe tip out of its mouth over and over again, even as he put it directly in its mouth, and he didn't know whether to laugh, or be irritated with it.

'Stop wriggling,' he gritted through his teeth, and finally, the animal latched onto the tip, and all four of its legs wrapped up and over the syringe, drawing frantic mouthfuls of the milk. 'Jesus, anyone would think I hadn't fed you in a week,' he muttered, rolling his eyes at it. Its grey little paws clutched desperately onto the syringe, as did its grey face, and the rest of its white fur looked more lush now than it had been days ago, finding it in the garbage.

He supposed actually being fed had that effect, and looking at the animal, he sighed. Its eyes were open now. They were deep, baby blue, and they squeezed tight and blinked more slowly as it guzzled milk into its stomach.

He supposed it was cute...

That didn't mean he wanted to keep the damn thing.

'What the hell am I going to do with you?' he muttered, hissing as a claw dug into the side of his hand. He had to go to work soon, and pray that the therapy clinic's receptionist would take her again. His Sonbae, Ikjun, had seen him just yesterday afternoon with the box on his way to his car, and he'd laughed. "Didn't strike me as a cat person," he'd joked.

He'd huffed, not saying a word as the list he'd written over lunch of animal pounds, shelters, and adoption clinics had burned a hole into his back pocket.

Two hours of calling what felt like every damn place in the country had left him with little hope.

Slowly, the kitten's mad draws began to slow, and resting it down into his lap, he let it claw onto the syringe and sighed. He wasn't sure what other options he had...

Blinking out at his bare room, the only belongings lining the surfaces, were his open bag at the door, and his phone on his desk beside him... A phone, that laid next to a small, dark blue box.

His father's wedding ring.

☁️☁️☁️

His mom handing him the box, closing it into his hands... "I wanted to give you my wedding ring, but—... I didn't think I would quite suit Mingi... So your father fished out his."...

☁️☁️☁️

His heart felt heavy in his chest as he pictured the ring inside the box... It was such a small little thing, and yet, the sheer weight of it could have dug a hole right through his desk.