One Shifty Boi | k.th (discontinued ?)

11 | Ramen

I was going to say "thank you for 5000 reads!" but before I updated it was already at 6000 uh

The door to your apartment creaks open and you nearly collapse with relief at finally making it home.

While you had expected Taehyung to simply take the money and leave for good, he had seemed more to be toying with you than trying to make a run for it, making you chase him all around town while he cackled uproariously.

Figures.

Even before you've stepped foot inside, the awful creature has slipped by you to get in first and is already making yet another request.

"I am hungry. Please feed me," he says with a stunningly bright grin that you want to smack right off of his pretty face.

"We just ate like ten minutes ago, brat..."

You mutter grumpily to yourself and watch Taehyung with narrowed, burning eyes but he looks like he hasn't got a care in the world, skipping right into your home and immediately kicking off the black sandals that you had forced him to wear. One of the shoes goes flying and strikes something inside the room, sending it clattering to the ground.

"Hey, watch it!" you screech, scurrying to the far side of your living room after hastily slamming the door behind you. Taehyung ignores you with a yawn and plops himself onto the couch, leaning on the side to peer lazily out the window.

A grumble leaves your lips as you set a fallen lamp upright.

He wants more food? What is this guy, a black hole? You ain't feeding him ANY thing else today.

With a satisfied huff and a nod, you spin on your heel and head to the kitchen to go make yourself some ramen.

You drag your feet over to the couch and practically collapse on it, cradling the wildly unhealthy yet oh so delicious snack to your chest.

Upon catching wind of the mouthwatering smell, Taehyung's head whips from the window to focus on your precious ramen. You glare scathingly at his hopeful face from over the cup.

"No."

He pouts.

"Get lost."

He sniffles quietly.

You throw your head back with a frustrated, throaty groan. "Fine." Sitting up again, you wrangle enough noodles for a (rather generous, how utterly kind of you) bite and offer it, over the cup, to Taehyung.

You could care more about sharing your chopsticks with him but right now you're too tired to bother.

Excitedly, he leans closer with sparkles in his eyes but yelps when the steaming ramen touches his tongue. You bark out a laugh and call him an idiot.

Mourning your unfortunate loss of noodles as Taehyung slurps them up noisily, you slump into the plush couch cushions to finish what's left while the boy beside you swivels back to the window. His tail sways easily back and forth over the edge of the couch.

"What are you looking at out there?" you ask with chopsticks between teeth, voicing your faint curiosity without really caring if he even answers or not.

His only response is a low hum. Rude.

The two of you sit in silence until you finish your ramen and toss the sad cup and chopsticks onto the coffee table, being to lazy to get up and throw it away right now. A puff of warm, artificially-flavored breath escapes your mouth when you yawn and relax further into the couch.

A nap sounds great right about now. Slowly, your eyes begin to close.

Suddenly a weight falls onto your lap. Your eyes shoot back open to see, not Taehyung, but a fluffy silver cat sprawled out on your thighs.

He blinks familiar golden eyes up at you before settling down comfortably, nuzzling his nose into the folds of your shirt.

You sigh, lifting one heavy hand to run across his furry head and allow your eyes to fall shut.