One Shifty Boi | k.th (discontinued ?)

12 | Home Alone

What kind of mischief does Taehyung get into when he's left by himself?

The morning sun has already risen, spilling warm yellow beams into your apartment and your groggy face. Immediately you notice that you are still on the couch instead of in bed, and groan at the realization that your "nap" had lasted longer than planned.

The fluffy silver cat on your lap snoozes soundly, and you briefly marvel at the fact that there is a cat in your apartment, brain barely catching up to remind you that you just got him recently. Yesterday? That seems so long ago.

Absentmindedly you scratch behind his ears and he purrs softly under your gentle touch. Your sleepy eyes squint under the morning light, failing to focus as you try to remember what day it is.

Today is Monday. You have work.

Your eyes snap open.

"I HAVE WORK."

The cat spits a short, surprised yowl when you throw him off your lap and race through the hall to your room. On the way, you pass the clock and your heart nearly flies out of your throat. You only have five minutes.

A strangled cry of either fury or despair or a mixture of both thunders from the very being of your soul and bounces off the walls of your cramped apartment to whack you right back in the face.

Taehyung watches curiously as you disappear from view, panicked and still screaming, then reappear shortly and nearly fall over while struggling to put on your shoes.

You nearly barrel right out the front door, but managing to remember that you have a cat, you skid to stop and retreat to the kitchen. Throwing open a cabinet, you fumble around for a can of tuna, open the can and clumsily place it on the floor while the cat watches with something akin to fascination.

"I'll be back soon!!"

The door slams shut and quiet descends upon the apartment.

Taehyung blinks, looking at where you once were and then to the tuna. With a twitch of his whiskers, he shifts, and then shivers when the cool air touches human skin.

Looking around, he retrieves the white shirt that had been discarded the previous night and pulls it over his head, with a bit of difficulty.

He huffs, disgruntled, when he tries at first to shove his head through one of the sleeves but successfully wears the shirt after a few attempts. Smoothing a few wrinkles in the white fabric with a pleased hum, he decides to leave the pants where they are.

Your discarded chopsticks on the coffee table then catch his eye. He takes them and tries to mimic the way you had held them, not understanding how humans manage to eat using little sticks.

Soon enough Taehyung is sitting on the kitchen floor, repeatedly stabbing the two sticks into the open can of tuna.

"Impossible," he mutters to himself, glaring at the pair of chopsticks with narrowed eyes. Taehyung tosses them over his shoulder to clatter onto the floor.

Pouting, he scoops up the snack and stands, bringing the can right to his lips and happily eats while prancing away to find something to occupy his time.

Taehyung's nose leads him to your bedroom. Here, your scent is stronger than anywhere else in the apartment, concentrated especially on what he believes to be a bed.

Setting the now empty tuna can onto a nearby side table, Taehyung hops forward and grabs at the corner of the bed's blanket. Pulling hard, he drags it off easily, effectively ruining your bed in the process. Not like it was that neatly made in the first place anyway.

Giggling, he pulls the blanket over his head and wraps himself up, becoming one big happy kitty burrito.

Round golden eyes peer around from underneath the plush cocoon and then land on your closet.

Taehyung has always been intrigued by all the different and interesting clothes that humans love to wear so much. He can hardly contain himself at wanting to see what else you have.

With a little bit of difficulty, (still being wrapped up and all) he shuffles towards the closet but stops in his tracks when his ears perk up to catch an out of place noise. A soft tapping against the window.

Taehyung whips around to see, sitting on the window sill, a tiny orange cat with intense eyes boring right into his own.