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"ALRIGHT, COME HERE."

M/N sighs, picking Yoongi up off of the pavement. Yoongi's limbs wiggle about in protest, but the piece of hotdog in his mouth prevents him from verbally expressing the feline's distaste for his interrupted meal. M/N wraps a hand under Yoongi's front paws and (making sure to avoid his stomach since he just ate) under his backside, the boy walks back inside the house.

"You can't keep eating stuff you find outside, Yoongi," M/N softly chastises while he shuts the front door. "It's going to make you sick one of these days."

M/N lets Yoongi out of his arms when he starts to squirm around, and lets him land onto the couch.

"I've done it my whole life," Yoongi retorts. "I'll be fine."

The boy places his hands on his hips, and looks down at his cat with a stern gaze.

"I'm serious. It's not good for you!"

Yoongi's tail flicks behind him, and his ear twitches, but he says nothing else and only rolls his eyes at M/N's paternal attitude.

"Honestly," Yoongi grumbles as he gets up to walk away, "people wouldn't know I'm way older than you with the way you speak to me..."

"People wouldn't believe it if they saw how you act either." M/N calls after Yoongi, watching the cat turn into the hallway with incoherent mumbling coming from the feline's mouth until he's out of sight and earshot.

'Probably something sarcastic,' M/N rolls his eyes. 'I would expect nothing less.'

~

Everything was fine; Yoongi being his aloof, sarcastic self and M/N ignoring him for the most part.

Until...

Later that Saturday evening, M/N startles from his short nap (when it was actually a medium sleep) at the close sound of muffled...hacking?The teen blinks groggily, and he yawns while he sits up on his bed, the blanket falling into a pool of cotton around his waist.

'What the hell...?'

The boy looks over the edge of the bed, his blurry eyes blinking to adjust to the darkness of his bedroom, and he sighs when they finally do.

'I knew it.'

Yoongi's ears twitch in M/N's direction, but he was too focused on emptying the contents of his stomach on M/N's bedroom floor to pay attention. When the cat is finally finished, he gingerly licks his lips, and swallows.

"See?" M/N kisses his teeth while shaking his head. "I told you."

"It was a bad hotdog," Yoongi grumbles defensively. "It happens."

"Yeah," M/N kicks the blanket off of himself, "sure."

M/N gets off of the bed, carefully stepping around Yoongi's vomit, and scoops the cat into his arms. Yoongi doesn't do or say anything in protest, and simply lets the teenager carry him on his back as if he were an infant into the kitchen. After setting Yoongi down on the floor, M/N reaches for something on top of the fridge, and pulls it down to reveal a jar filled to the brim with green, fish-shaped treats.

M/N had to convince his mother to buy Yoongi some dental treats because the feline hates having his teeth brushed, (M/N has the bite marks to prove it) so these were the best option. They would also get the taste of vomit out of his mouth.

"Here," M/N tosses a treat onto the floor in front of Yoongi's paws.

"Hm..."

Yoongi's nostrils flare up and down as he sniffs at the minty aroma blended in with the roasted chicken, and he finally takes it between his sharp teeth after a moment. M/N places the jar back onto the fridge, and walks out of the kitchen, leaving Yoongi to eat the treat by himself.

With his arms full of paper towels, a plastic bag, and multi-purpose cleaning spray, M/N walks back into his room and kneels on the floor to clean up Yoongi's mess. He cleans at the spot wordlessly, occasionally stopping to let out a yawn, and scrunching his nose at the feeling of chunky remnants from the hotdog Yoongi had eaten a few hours earlier beneath the many layers of paper towels in his hand. Yoongi strides into the room as M/N is done cleaning, and he only waits by the doorway quietly, tails sharply flicking behind him.

Now, M/N would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy not hearing Yoongi's drawling, passive-aggressive comments every now and again, but it wasn't that concerning  to hear him so silent.

The teen knew that it was his own way of expressing that he was sorry.

"You alright?" M/N asks, tying the plastic bag closed after throwing the soiled paper towels away.

Yoongi slowly blinks, and utters a low, "Yeah."

Throwing the bag away in the trash can in the corner of his room, M/N climbs back under the covers, sighing contently when the back of his head meets the soft pillows, and he turns to look at the feline still idling by the doorway.

"Come here...you big baby."

M/N chuckles the last part to himself, and watches through tired, half-lidded eyes as Yoongi approaches the bed. M/N raises the cover to allow the cat to go under, and Yoongi curls into M/N's side.

"This is only for tonight, M/N." Yoongi declares.

M/N nods, already half-asleep, and yawns.

"Yeah, yeah..."