A Cat and A Bird

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The days breezed by. Same thing every day. Sometimes they were constantly busy he got no breather. Other times the farm was so quiet it was like no one existed and he was on a zombie farm about to fight for his life. But every day, Sambok crowed outside his window. Still, he jerked awake surprised.

Damn rooster.

Almost a month had gone by and still he hadn't found a thing he liked about the farm. He only liked tagging along to the orange farm for the fresh air. Eating some tangerines when no one was looking. Most of the time he didn't even go but told Namjoo to bring some fruits back for him. She hardly ever did. Telling him, "You should have just gone and stuffed yourself." She was still irritating to no end.

Saturday morning after shredding some hay apart for Klairs to have for breakfast he heard a voice. "You must be the new volunteer."

The sun blinded him the moment he turned around. Sehun flinched clamping his eyes shut, raising an arm to shield his eyes. The tall shadow hovered in front of him.

"You are?" he asked blinking dark orbs out of his eyes.

"Ah...right, we've never met," the guest said. Extending his arm, "I'm Shin Jun. I own the orange farm."

The tacky boyfriend.

"Right," Sehun said disinterested.

"Excuse me?" Jun asked confused. Blinking at his extending hand he lowered it when Sehun didn't take it. "That's right. I brought over some oranges for Namjoo and her father. Of course, you have some, too."

Without warning the heavy bag landed in his arms with a grunt. Sehun shot the man a sniping glare.

"Jun!" Namjoo called out walking toward them from the gate where she was picking up their next visitors. Some special needs people, was what Sehun caught at the breakfast table.

There was a small child. A teen in a wheelchair and their parents. Something furry wriggled catching Sehun's attention. Namjoo too concentrated on her man didn't notice.

"I bought some tangerines," Jun explained. The lanky man jutted a thumb toward the questionable bag in Sehun's arms.

"You didn't have to," Namjoo shyly said.

Sehun could have rolled his eyes at the couple to be, but his eyes were hard on the white thing wriggling in the child's arms. Not a stuffed animal at this point.

It was alive.

Sambok clucked urgently. Pacing erratically but Namjoo still absorbed in flirting didn't take notice.

"Is that..." Sehun started. The high-pitched screech of the cat cut him off as it jumped from his owner's arms. Scampering after Sambok. The bird jumped alarmed. Fluttering his beautiful green-blue, brown, and red wings as it sprinted away in fear. Clucking crazily as he dashed into the distance toward the high trees.

First to react, Namjoo screamed running after her best friend, "Bokbok!"

Sehun hesitated between the crying child over his runaway pet, the oranges in his arms, or Namjoo and the damn rooster. Groaning, he shoved the tangerines back into Jun's arms and ran after Namjoo. Entering the thick woods kicking at the leaves on the ground. Nearly tripping over tiny branches that had fallen off long ago. Spotting Namjoo in the distance screaming for her friend.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," she muttered to herself spinning around in all directions before panting. Leaning down with hands on her knees to calm herself. "I lost him. I lost him." Then straightening and screaming, "Bokbok!"

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