•|𝑴𝒆𝒐𝒘✔️|•

𝕥᭙ꪮ

"I DON'T HAVE the patience for this right now."

"Too bad."

M/N puts his hands on his hips, taps his foot on the ground impatiently, and gives a scolding look to the cat lying stretched across the keys to a grand piano.

Yoongi was indifferent to M/N's annoyance, and only stretches his limbs even farther to irk him.

"Yoongi," M/N warns, pointing the feather duster at Yoongi's head, "get off the piano."

Yoongi turns his head away from the boy, "No."

M/N's tongue quickly swipes at his top row of teeth, (a habit when he was annoyed), and he sighs.

"Why are you being so difficult?"

Yoongi's body lightly jerks in what M/N could only guess was a feline shrug, and M/N rolls his eyes.

"Don't make me move you myself, Yoongi."

Yoongi's ears suddenly pull back, and Yoongi swivels around to lowly growl, "Don't you dare!"

"Move then!"

"Stop talking to me like I'm some kind of animal..."

M/N gives Yoongi a look, and waits.

"...Oh."

"Yeah," M/N nods. "Now, can you move so I can dust the keys off, please?"

"Let me think about it," Yoongi hums, his nostrils fluttering. "No."

"Alright," M/N puts the feather duster down on the table, and starts pulling down his sleeves, "you leave me no choice here."

Yoongi, watching M/N get closer with each small step, feels the hairs on his spine rising, and he hisses.

"Stop it!"

"Don't hiss at me! You're the one who wants to be a jerk," M/N steps closer.

Yoongi tenses up into a less-relaxed, now more of a predatory-crouch position on the piano, and growls.

"I mean it!"

"Don't be so dramatic, Yoongi."

"Don't you dare touch me, M/N-"

"Oh, shut up," M/N easily scoops the cat into his arms, and sets him down on the couch, picking the feather duster off the coffee table afterward.

"There," M/N beams after he shortly finishes cleaning the piano keys free of dust and cat hair. "Was that so hard?"

M/N turns to see Yoongi glaring up at him from the couch and his tail sharply whisking from side-to-side. The cat replies with another hiss before he jumps off the couch, and runs down the hallway. M/N rolls his eyes.

"Damn drama queen," he tutted, shaking his head.

M/N returns to his chores, picking up the broom from its position of leaning against the doorway of the living room and beginning to sweep. His throat hums a light tune that gradually transitions into quiet whistling as he swept, his mind drifting off elsewhere. When he finishes, M/N moves to grab the dustpan only to stop in his tracks in seeing the midnight feline resting atop of it, his tail swaying provocatively.

M/N stops.

"Yoongi," M/N begins, "I need that."

Yoongi turns his head, his eyes widening to feign ignorance.

"Oh, this?" Yoongi yawns, stretching out. "I didn't notice."

"Mhm," M/N nods. "Get off of it."

Yoongi casually licks his paw, and drawls, "Do I have to?"

"Yes, you do."

"Okay, but do I want to?"

M/N glares at him. "You do if you want any catnip tomorrow."

At the word 'catnip', Yoongi's ears perk up, and he gives M/N his undivided attention.

"Catnip?" Yoongi asks, glancing away to seem uninterested, but M/N could see right through him.

"Yup," M/N pops the 'p' to insinuate how much weight Yoongi's choice held. "Either you sod off and let me what I need to do, or you can keep screwing with me and I don't give you catnip for a month. Deal?"

Yoongi blinks, his eyes narrowing into slits and a low growl coming up his throat. "If I stop, will you give me catnip today?"

"Right after I'm done. What do you say?"

Yoongi ponders the deal for a short moment, his ears flicking to and fro while he momentarily struggles to decide, and M/N inwardly laughs.

'This must be the hardest decision of a cat's life,' he thinks.

Finally, Yoongi decides with an annoyed mumble that he would leave M/N to his chores, and retreats into M/N's room to, and I quote, "catch up on beauty sleep".

M/N, finally left to finish his chores, plops down on the couch after setting the broomstick aside, and kicks his feet up onto the coffee table beside a Stephan King novel M/N never bothered to go past twenty pages on with a relieved sigh. His back cracks gratefully, happy to be relaxed after being bent over so long to sweep, and M/N cracks his neck as well. 

Only after a few minutes of pure silence, M/N begins to feel like something just wasn't quite right...

Crash!

'I knew it,' M/N closes his eyes. "Yoongi-"

M/N can hear the cat scramble in the other room.

"It was an ugly vase anyway!"