Your Lover's Hair

5. january twelfth

"Jimin..." I groaned from my room with my pillow encasing my ears, "PLEASE COME GET YOUR CAT!" I practically demanded.

"Alright, alright!" I heard him nag as he left his room and entered mine, "I don't know why you hate him so much," Jimin cooed, lifting the kitten and perching it on his shoulder, "He's so cute!"

"I never said he wasn't," I reminded, "He's just very, jumpy in the mornings. You know, super energetic."

"He is small!" Jimin declared, pouting, "He just wants to play outside, but he can't, because he needs to stay inside," he whined, guilting me.

"It's not my fault the apartment doesn't allow cats. At least he has a home," I mumbled.

"I think I want to bring him to a park," Jimin said sternly.

"It's not a dog!" I laughed.

"You're telling me there's no such thing as a cat park?"

"Yes, I'm saying exactly that."

"Well... can I borrow your car and take him for a drive?"

"He'd be miserable in that death trap and you know it. How about you leave him here, and go out and buy him a leash," I suggested sarcastically, "Then, you can walk him down the block!"

"That's a great idea!" Jimin grinned wholeheartedly, dropping the kitten into my lap and running to my desk, swiping up my car keys, "I'll be home soon. Where do you get a cat leash?"

"I was KIDDING!" I reminded him.

"I'm not!" he answered, running out and not even waiting to find out which place he needed to go.

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"Well," I mumbled, lifting up the orange cat over my face and shrugging as it looked down at me, "I'm sorry I even brought it up."

"Meow."

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I heard our front door slam, and that could only mean one thing.

"I'm home!" Jimin shouted, as I heard him bolting to my room, "The pet store didn't have leashes, but the Target next door had this!"

I glanced up half-heartedly, and then, promptly, my jaw hit the floor.
"You've gotta be kidding me..."

"I mean, I know it's a bit big, but it was on sale, and now he won't get tired!"

"Wasn't the point of the leash for him to drain his energy outside?"

"Oh...oh yeah," Jimin said, looking down into the baby stroller that he has manages to roll up the stairs and into my room, "Well, put him in."

"Absolutely not."

"I didn't just waste thirty dollars for nothing!"

"This cat is going to be humiliated," I said standing up and trying to pull the cat off of my bed, latched to the duvet by his claws.

Once he let go, I gently placed him into the carriage, and on top of a blue blanket with colorful trains on it.

"You bought him a blanket..." I muttered, my eye beginning to twitch.

"Isn't it cute?" Jimin cooed.

"I...I guess!?" I shouted, "This is just so painfully ridiculous. I can't even wrap my brain around it!"

"Well, your brain doesn't need to be wrapped around it," Jimin insisted, wheeling it out of my room and down the hall as I followed in awe, "Now if you'll excuse me, I am going to take my son for a walk."

"I can't believe you," I chuckled, throwing my head back and opening the door for him, "Don't be home too late. You have a lecture tomorrow."

"Okay, husband," he said poshly, "Make sure dinner is warm for your son and when we get home," he added, blowing a mocking kiss.

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January 12th

Dearest,
He's so daft, and an absolute loser. It makes my heart hurt. Everything he does is so pure, and so fulfilling for himself. He drives me crazy. I'm amazed by him every day.

Yours, Taehyung.