She tried to jump onto the table, scrabbling at the edge when she almost fell off. Being a real cat was harder than she thought.
When she managed to right herself, she padded over to the mug and glanced at the drink. Oh, a latte! I love lattes. She lowered her muzzle towards the brown, foamy liquid, sticking out her tongue.
"NO!"
At that moment, the cat felt two hands grab around her body and lift her away from the coffee. She screeched in alarm and struggled, but Taekwoon set her immediately back down on the ground and crouched down near her eye level. He let out a sigh of relief and shook his head.
"Coffee isn't good for you," he said, his voice soft once again. "It can make you very sick, kitty. I'm sorry." He placed a hand on her back and stroked it soothingly. "Besides, it was still very hot. You could've been burned."
'Gosh, how was I supposed to know that?' she exclaimed, her heart still pounding rapidly from the shock. She shied away from his hand and ran under the table. 'Forget it! I don't want your poisonous lattes.'
"But . . ." said Taekwoon, pursing his lips as he appeared deep in thought. "That would be a good name. Latte." He leaned down further and peered between the legs of the table at her. "Should I call you Latte? Latte Latte?"
'No, I already have a name,' she retorted, but he obviously couldn't understand a cat's meows.
"Yes? Okay, from now on, you are Latte." He smiled from ear to ear.
The cat—now Latte to Taekwoon—sighed. Whatever makes you happy, I guess. She was pulled out of her sulking thoughts when he spoke again.
"You must be dirty," mused Taekwoon. "You need a bath, but . . . will this be okay?"
A bath! Just what I needed after weeks of filth. 'Taekwoon-ssi, I was on the swim team in high school,' said Latte, flicking her tail nonchalantly. 'Water is no big deal, seriously. Let's get this over with.'
But when Taekwoon picked her up and brought her into the bathroom, where he started to fill up the bathtub, she began to feel a strange sense of dread. She did not want to be touched by the water, all of a sudden.
Why am I feeling like this? I shouldn't be scared! Did I get some real cat instincts by chance?
A/N: What do you think's gonna happen with bath time? Success, disaster, or new discoveries? (Leo's "the flower" sounds wonderful, by the way.)
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Latte Latte (VIXX Leo)
Fanfiction*DISCONTINUED Jung Taekwoon is a recluse who lives alone and stays inside all day. No one would ever guess that he is the famous, wildly popular abstract artist Leo, who has never appeared in public. However, Taekwoon has a big weakness for a few th...
