My Furry Destiny (A KaiSoo Fanfic)

Chapter 2 | ...Cold Night

To say he was totally alone was a stretch. There was Taemin, the one person he considered a friend. They met in middle school and Jongin never imagined they would even be acquaintances. Jongin, at the time, was more introverted and tended to spend his time being with himself. Taemin was pretty much the opposite and for some reason, he attached himself to Jongin. 

At first, he found Taemin to be extremely obnoxious and the total opposite of the type of person he wanted to associate himself with. Even so, the two males ended up becoming close and Jongin could earnestly say that without Taemin, he would be ten times as pathetic as he already was. But, of course, he would never tell him that.

"Ugh!" Taemin groaned, rolling his eyes as he shut off his phone and threw it on Jongin's black futon. "That fucking bastard. I should pull his tongue out of that mouth of his and hang him with it."

"That's extremely violent," Jongin said, glancing up at him as he dried off the clean dishes with a rag. "Are you talking about Minho?"

"No, I'm talking about the President of the United States," Taemin replied in sarcastic rage. "Yes, dipshit, I'm talking about Minho. The asshole says he'll call me when he gets done with whatever he's doing, which he never does and then two weeks of no calls or texts later, he comes crawling to me thinking that he can win me over with his body."

"Which he always does," Jongin interjected, finishing that sentence for Taemin and getting a lethal glare in response.

"You try having a boyfriend with washboard abs, okay, then you come and say that to me," he said with a roll of his eyes.

"No, thanks, I think I'll pass," Jongin said, drying off the last plate and putting back in its appropriate home. "If I wanted to see a hot body, I could just look at myself in the mirror."

"Cocky douche," Taemin said. Jongin chuckled, laying the last dish in the drying rack. "Anywho, how's your love life been? Still as deep as a kiddy pool?"

"Hey," Jongin said as he pointed at him, his eyebrows raised, "some kiddy pools are pretty damn deep. I almost drowned in one when I was eight."

"That's because you're the idiot who still refuses to learn how to swim," Taemin commented, grabbing a mint from Jongin's candy dish and popping it in his mouth after discarding its plastic wrapper.

"Water is a dangerous thing, man, and I don't trust it or anyone that forces me to go in it."

"Whatever, just answer my fucking question," Taemin said and Jongin glared at him slightly, thinking that it must be his time of the month.

"If you must know," he started to explain as he wiped his hands off, laying the small towel on the counter as he leaned on it, "it is pretty much nonexistent."

"How shocking," Taemin snickered, only earning a small glare from Jongin. 

"I don't know what I do wrong, but every time I try to keep a decent, stable relationship with a girl, she dumps me for some richer, better-looking guy. Like, yeah, I may not be in the best place financially, but I guarantee you that you'll never find someone as loyal as me."

"Bro, girls these days don't care about loyalty or what's going on inside that lonely heart of yours," Taemin said. "They want financial security. Feelings don't mean a thing if you don't have money."

"Oh, really?" Jongin said, standing erect and gazing doubtfully at Taemin, who just nodded confidently. "And what makes you, a gay man, an expert in woman?"

"You and your gay jokes," Taemin said, laughing sarcastically. "They crack me up, they really do." Jongin only smirked. "All I'm saying is that when it comes to men, I know what I want and it has been statistically proven that my standards of a man align with what women want. You can look it up."

"I will," Jongin said as he nodded and creased his eyebrows, fully aware that he wouldn't do that.

"But whatever," Taemin said, batting his hand at Jongin as he stood up from the couch. "You don't have to listen to me. But when you finally realize the truth in my words, be prepared for me to say 'I told you so'."

"Yeah," Jongin said doubtfully. "Okay." Taemin shot him a quick glare prior to checking his phone once more and then shoving it in the pocket of his jeans.

"I'm leaving," he said as he took his coat and plaid scarf off the coat hanger. "I have shit to do that doesn't include sitting here and being harassed by you." Jongin could only laugh as he walked over into the same area as Taemin, throwing on a coat and scarf on and seeing him out to his car. "Later, loser," Taemin said to Jongin once he was in his car and all buckled up, smiling smugly at him.

"Later, homo," Jongin replied as he crossed his arms over his chest in search of extra warmth, seeing Taemin smile and wave before pulling away from his apartment building. Instead of going back inside right away, Jongin decided to stay out for a bit and enjoy the bitter bite of the fall cold. 

As he slumped down on the curb outside of his apartment building, Jongin let out a frustrated sigh and ran his hands down his face before looking up toward the sky. It was a dark purple color and the scattered stars were the only things that lit it up. He kept staring at it with pursed lips and slightly knitted eyebrows as if some part of him was waiting for someone or something to appear.

"Why?" he blurted out suddenly without even looking to see if anyone was around. "Why me? Why does life hate me so much? What have I done that was terrible that I deserve all the shit that happens to me? Why can't I just be happy like everyone else?"

He stopped, realizing that no amount of screaming or words could change his luck. He was doomed for having a terrible life for eternity. He sighed again, this time letting a groan escape with it, and lowered his head. As he brought his head back up, he just happened to glance to his left when he saw that a small dog had appeared out nowhere.

"What the...?" he mumbled, looking around to see if there was anyone around that could be the owner. But he saw no one and then put his eyes back on it. It was just sitting right next to him and its dark eyes were staring up at him, blinking every few seconds. "I don't suppose you're lonely, too?" he said, now starting to talk to it as if it could actually understand me.

Oddly enough, the thing barked at him in a high pitched tone, making him jump a little.

"I'll take that as a yes then," he said slowly, his eyes widened, before bringing his knees up closer to his chest and resting his chin on his knee caps.

"Life sucks, doesn't it?" he said, still talking to the fluffy black and white dog next to him. "It's like it preys on the people who just want the simplest things and insists on making our lives a living hell."

It let out another bark, this one being softer in volume, and he shifted his eyes to it.

"Where's your owner, huh?" he asked in a gentler tone of voice, sitting back up and glancing around again before looking back at it. "You don't have a collar on," he said right as he made the observation, touching its soft neck with his hand. It leaned into his touch and he couldn't help but smile faintly.

"It's pretty cold out here, right?" he said after taking his hand away. "What you say we go inside and curl up by the fire with a warm blanket?"

"Aarf!" Out came an enthusiastic bark, adding in a few wags of its tail this time. Jongin smiled again and let out an airy chuckle before getting to my feet, only to bend back over a second later to pick it up.

"There you go," he said, tucking it inside my jacket partially. He wrapped his red scarf around it for extra warmth and briefly pet its head before stepping up on the sidewalk and walking toward the entrance of the building.

A/N

I don't know if you're technically supposed to put the prologue into an actual chapter, but I felt like the story's progression wouldn't be complete without including this part.

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