The Adventures of Cat and Kitten

Chapter 5

"...cause you can touch, touch me..." the music beat through the large studio. Soonyoung, up on a ladder, watched his dancers carefully as they moved through the choreography. It was part of the mid-year showcase, thus the need to do it where a stage could be mapped out with tape. It was going well though, everyone seemed to have the steps under control and the younger ones didn't blush at the suggestive choreography anymore, just rolled their bodies like they were professionals... which was the point of the showcase in the first place.

The Performing Arts department was going all-out with the showcase too. Between his Jihoonie and the other composers, they had a three-hour block filled with music, both vocal and rap, and his own department had been told to hop it with the choreography.

He had to fight a smile as he thought of his Jihoonie. It had been a week since that night when everything finally clicked, and it was the nicest he had ever had. They hadn't had another opportunity for fooling around, both being too busy, but there was still the odd hug, the morning coffee dates, enough that he had a lingering trace of Jihoonie's scent on him. It was enough.

Well no, not enough, but it was the best they'd get until they got a breather.

"Hyung!" Channie called from the door, waving a large paper in the air as he stormed in. "The costumes got... oh, sorry, hyung."

He paused the music with the remote. "Ten minutes break guys, it's looking really well. Remember your water." Instead of climbing down he just jumped, ending next to his favourite dongsaeng. The kid was in his first-year group, could dance like there were ants in his pants, and had a healthy fascination with Michael Jackson. Not only that, the kid could rap pretty well. "It's okay," he soothed; the kid was barely nineteen, fresh out of his secondary change into a lovely young alpha, and had to deal with everyone babying him despite that. "You checked all of it against the list that the stylists gave us, right?"

Chan straightened proudly. "Yes, hyung, and I double-checked with Jun-hyung's team as well. I've also got our separate performance outfit for 'Thirteenth's Month's Dance', but the stylist noona refused to give me your 'Touch' outfit because she said it was sinful or something. I am literally a man already and she wouldn't give it to me. She said you had to go and get it yourself. Oh, and I picked up Jihoon-hyung's 'With You' outfit as well, it's in a separate bag."

"Thanks, Channie," Soonyoung said as he looked at the paper, fighting the impulse to pat him on the head. The kid was a wolf as well, but so far he was an absolute honey, with none of the more obnoxious traits. He was also part of Seungcheol's pack, which was all the better as far as he was concerned. It would keep the kid safe until he grew into his frame. "I'll take it to him."

"Seungkwan-hyung is still bitching that he's not in a dancing song as well," Chan tattled on heartlessly. "You should have heard him in music theory earlier, hyung. We rappers have it with them, you know? Anyway, some utter tool told him he was too fat to dance, and I wanted to punch him, but Vernon-hyung stepped in and dealt with it. But I wanted to! If Jihoon-hyung had been there he would have. Oh... and a box came for you? It wasn't marked or anything except with your name, so I didn't want to open it, but it was pretty heavy. Looked like an internet order."

Soonyoung nearly blushed. "No, that's good, Channie, thank you. I'll go get it just now. Who's this Vernon though? Is he a good guy? He must be, if he's standing up for someone like that."

Chan whistled between his teeth. "He's cool. He's some kind of mix, I'm not sure what, and he's very quiet, but he's deep too, right? Good lyrics. And he's not the tallest I've seen, not like the rest of his rap group, but he's got presence. He stood and told the guy that if he wasn't intelligent, because clearly he wasn't if he thought Seungkwan-hyung was fat and couldn't dance, that he should shut up so that we didn't have to listen to him because he didn't want to catch that kind of stupidity."

"Wow," Soonyoung said, impressed. "That's pretty nice."

"Yeah, Seungkwan-hyung was looking at him like he was the second coming of Christ or something."

Soonyoung ticked off the last item. All of it was done. He didn't regret recruiting Chan as his undergrad gofer. The kid was energetic enough for ten, asked when he didn't understand anything, and had what had to be the world's most open mind. Even Seungcheol's fifteen thousand girlfriends didn't faze him one bit; in fact, he teased him so badly about them Seungcheol wanted to squash him like a bug at times. "And what did our diva do after that? Or was he shocked to silence for once?"

Chan's smile brightened. "He was so quiet! But he was blushing almost as red as his hair, and he kept on sneaking glances at Hansol-hyung for the rest of the day, and he even slipped him his number. I wish someone stands up for me like that someday."

Soonyoung laughed. "Listen, I'm going to go and deliver that outfit and get my package, okay? You know this routine, just run everyone through it once or twice more and then call it a day."

Chan beamed and mock-saluted him, running to clamber up the ladder.

Soonyoung shook his head and went to shower, swinging by to get Jihoonie's outfit and the package from his office. Ambling over to the Music building, he found his boyfriend in his studio (no wonder his skin was so pale) and sighed as he entered. "Afternoon, Jihoonie..."

That was as far as he got. Between one step and the next Jihoon slammed to his feet, somehow got him into a half-Nelson and dragged him to his chair. Soonyoung had to let the package fall and barely got to drape the outfit over the sofa before his boyfriend cued a song.

"It's done!" Jihoon called excitedly. "That song I was telling you about, the ballad? It's done and I submitted it, and oh my god they want it! Listen, Soonie, listen!"

Soonyoung clicked his tongue and reached out to drag his kitten up onto his lap as Jihoon cued up the song, then spent the next three minutes with his chin hooked over his shoulder as he listened to the honey-smooth, sweet voice. Lee Jihoon might have no problems with decking people, might be one of the scariest omegas he knew, but he had the best voice ever. This song titled 'Simple' really showcased it, and it made him think of all the dreams he once had about falling in love and being in a storybook romance. Not in a sugar-sick way, but half-melancholic.

I have it now, even though he doesn't know yet.

"It's lovely," he said when it finished. "But it's also kind of sad and melancholy almost? I don't think anyone's going to sing this as well as you can."

Jihoon sounded like the cat that got the cream when he cackled. "It was just a demo of my work so they can't take it, I'm not going to sell it. But they liked it enough that they asked for more samples of my portfolio, and that I come and audition for them."

"Nooo," Soonyoung teased, kissing his neck. "They don't deserve my kitten." He paused. "Your package is here. The one you ordered on my laptop."

"Idiot," Jihoon shivered, and clambered off, returning with the package. Moving his keyboard away, he leant to the side to casually retrieve a knife from a drawer. The package only last five seconds more before he had it sliced open cleanly, and delved inside, pulling out the contents. Lubricant samples, dildos, a series of sized plugs, all of it a compromise because Jihoon wanted sex and Soonyoung didn't want to hurt him. At the bottom of the package, carefully wrapped, some lingerie, and he knew his tiger approved of the lace when he felt him harden just a little. Okay, a lot.

"Do you want me to help you put one in later on?" Soonyoung asked softly. "Or we can try some of the other stuff? I got your outfit for your piece as well, Channie picked it up."

Jihoon snorted. "The sooner the better," he said, wriggling free to stand and pile everything back into the box. "You're done for the day, right? Come on, we can go back to your place so I can wash up and we can finally start working on this. My dick's gonna fall off if we don't get working on this."

"Your dick?" Soonyoung teased. "What about mine?"

"Your dick would live through the fucking apocalypse, you mutant!" Jihoon called over his shoulder as he stormed out eagerly. "Come on!"

Chortling, Soonyoung stayed behind for a moment to get Jihoon's outfit and his bag, then scooted after his demanding omega.