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𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇...
Y/n's puppy ended up being her wingman...

lowercase intended.
TW: cringe

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Who knew walking a puppy was so difficult. Maybe it's just the anger emotion controlling my buttons in my head right now.
Nothing could tire my dog, he's like that one machine that never stops sweeping. The one that went viral and made almost everyone feel bad for it.

So I always take him on his daily walk cause he needs it like I do. He somehow got off his leash and now currently making me run after him like a lunatic.
Well, actually I lost him, so now I have a leash with no dog, so whoever is looking out their window is probably thinking I'm a schizophrenic.

This is gonna be a long one.

My feet were dragging me over the entire neighborhood trail until I finally see the little rat heading to the neighborhood park.

He waddled his way to a boy sitting on the park bench, with a cat at his feet.

'Wow... so much for stranger danger.'

I hear the cat hiss as my puppy reach his way to them.
The boy looks down to see my puppy. He was panting with his tail wagging, earning some pets from the boy.

The cat was in its guard mode, but regardless the puppy barks to be picked up.

I was shocked. Utterly flabbergasted. A bit jealous too cause what the flip. I'm the one that spoils him like crazy. No treats for him when he gets home.

I approach the little trio. The cat eyeing me suspiciously.
I look at the boy and all I can say is:
'Dayum.'

Maybe mr. tinklebottom will get treats his after all.

I cough to get their attention.
"Uh- excuse me?"

My dog, mr. tinklebottom, looks at me with his tongue out still panting. The dude looks at me and I can confirm that he is really cute.

"Oh, is he yours?"
The dude holds his arms out with mr. tinklebottom.

"Yeah, he is. It seems like he likes you,"
I sigh with a smile.
'Me too, lowkey.'

The cat comes to my ankle as it rubs its fluffy body on my leg, purring softly.
"Seems like we got the wrong pets,"
he laughs, settling my dog down on his lap.

I laugh with him.

"Wanna take a seat?"
He looks at me, sensing that I was tired from running around to find mr. tinklebottom.

I smile, embarrassed as I take a seat next to him.
The cat jumps onto the bench and onto my lap.

"So who's the little guy,"
he smiles as he continues to stroke my puppy.

"mr. tinklebottom."
- "i'm sorry?"

It was silent until we couldn't hold in our laughs.

"that was not what i was expecting,"
he lets out a final laugh.
"That's rosie."

I smile as i pet his cat.

"You know how they say the owner's pet looks like their owner? Well, Mr. tinklebottom does look like you."

I look at him with a straight face.
"Bruh."

"I'm mason."
- "y/n."

We spent the next hour just talking and laughing till I notice mr. tinklebottom now fallen asleep on his lap. lucky you.

But can't be mad at him because now i get to be close with this cute guy.

"I guess that's our cue to go home,"
I say as we exchange pets.

"Probably so."

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The next week was like clock work.
Take Mr. tinklebottom on a walk in the afternoon.
He would run up to Mason and Rosie.
And we would talk for at least an hour.

However, today was different.
I was exhausted from work.
Fast food place is not for the weak.

Mr. tinklebottom dragged me by his leash to the work bench.
Pulling me to the familiar duo.

Mason's smile drops in concern as he sees me.
"Everything good? Is Mr. Tinklebottom giving you trouble?"

He picks up him, earning a tail wag and licks.

"Unfortunately, it's not him. I wish, but it's just work."

He pats the spot next to him.
"Oh, it will get better I promise. I'm going through the same thing."

Talking to him makes me feel better. Gets me energized and clear.

Clear enough for me to notice his outfit.
He's wearing a nicer shirt and pants than his usual outfit. His hair looks more styled up and definitely cologne that I can smell.

He smiles at you awkwardly.
"Does it look bad?"

My eyes widen,
"oh- no. no. You look great! What's the special occasion?"
I say pretty quickly.

"Oh that's good. Thanks."
he says in relief.
"uhm... i wanted to ask—"
Mr. tinklebottom interrupted him as he started barking for pets, making us chuckle.

My eye is mentally twitching.
"You were saying?"

"Yeah, i was wondering if-"
He gets cut off again.

This time it was rosie meowing to get my attention and rubbing herself on me.
I start to pet her, to satisfy her.

Laughing at the situation, he musters up the courage and speaks before anyone else interrupts.

"Would you like to go out sometime? On a date?"
He quickly says, with a nervous look on his face like i was about to shoot him with a paintball gun.

I sit there stun. I was not expecting that.
All I did was ask why he was dressed nice...

"Yeah, obviously."
I chuckle as I got the courage as well.

He smiles at me with a calmness to him.

"So why are you dressed up anyways?"
I bring the topic back.

"Oh I was just in a talk show earlier, so I was more presentable. I didn't wanna miss our daily meetup, so I didn't had much time to change or anything."
He explains.

"Oh. Talk show?"
"Yeah, i'm an actor."

I feel myself levitate.
"Come again?"

All he did was laugh.

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