lately, nayoung had to observe sejeong doing random and weird things. she brushes it off at first, thinking everything odd her girlfriend does was just... merely sejeong being sejeong.
the younger has an extreme craving for cuddling, but not for nayoung. maybe, not always for nayoung. the older girlfriend, by chance, would catch sejeong snuggling throw pillows by the couches and barely pays attention to the tv. nayoung turns the tv off. sejeong would still have no clue, focusing on the reality she's created.
"you have a strange obsession with cuddling non-living things lately," nayoung points out. "what was up with you?"
sejeong makes readable facial gestures, signaling her girlfriend a warning that she's about to embarrass herself with her answer.
"well," reluctant, sejeong still starts the topic. "you know, i was getting a little tired— okay, maybe the bored kind of tired— of being the smaller and younger in the relationship. i mean, i am beyond appreciative of you taking care of me but i just," sejeong took a long pause for a dramatic deep breath. "need something to look after."
"a pet." nayoung concludes. "you want a pet."
the former backed off a little. woah. are my intentions in every action i make really that legible?
without further hesitation, sejeong uttered a small "yes." so sudden that she won't be able to take her words back.
a sigh of disbelief escaped nayoung's nostrils.
"we can't afford to adopt one, sejeong."
sejeong winces. "why can't we?"
"can't possibly feed three mouths in the house."
knowing nayoung's unstable occupation, sejeong understood.
♡
days passed almost unnoticeably. sejeong still craves to pour affection onto something. there's nayoung, but she believes the older would always be the one with more love and affection to give between them two, beating her to it.
nayoung always sees sejeong looking defeated, or just really desperate for a small buddy around the house.
"what are you doing?"
sejeong sees nayoung crouching down with cute little cat ears with her hands slightly fisted brought under her chin. is that supposed to be paws?
"meow." nayoung mimicked the usual onomatopeoia for cat sounds. ridiculed, sejeong snickered.
"what are you doing, kim nayoung?"
"aren't you always asking for something to look after?" nayoung, still crouching down, reached for the fabric of sejeong's slightly oversized sweater. "look after me!"
sejeong slipped a giggle out of her lips. "god, nayoung, what would i do without you?"
