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M/N WAKES UP later that night, smacking his dry lips.

'I'm so thirsty,' M/N thinks, pushing the blanket off of him.

The teen keeps his eyes trained on the cats sleeping side-by-side next to him, careful to not wake them up with the rustling of the sheets, and slips off of the bed. The kitten had snuggled up next to Yoongi sometime during the night, and M/N never bothered to move her despite knowing how the adult cat is about his personal space ('what's yours is mine, and what's mine is mine'); she just looked so comfortable. M/N knows he'll probably get an earful about it from Yoongi later, but all the teenager was focused on was quenching his thirst. 

M/N stalks out of his bedroom with a silent purpose, his footsteps barely audible against hardwood floors, and creeps into the kitchen. He carefully opens a cabinet, takes out a glass, and crosses over to the sink. M/N's tongue pokes out of his mouth in concentration as he slowly turns the cold tap until the smallest trickle of water pours out, and hurriedly places the glass underneath. After the cup fills, M/N gulps it all down, wiping the corners of his mouth when he's finishes, and puts the glass in the sink; he'll wash it later. 

The teen then realizes he's also a bit hungry, but he decides to leave his late-night adventure there in fear of making an absolute racket because, for some reason, every sound becomes much louder when all is quiet. 

The teen yawns, stretching his arms over his head, and softly groans in satisfaction when he feels his joints crack. 

Feeling his eyes burn in exhaustion, M/N begins the trudge back to his bedroom. On his way, he passes by his parent's closed bedroom door, and he just about catches the faint sound of whispering. M/N stops, unsure if he heard correctly, and silently walks back up to his parent's door. 

"No," M/N hears, "that's out of the question!"

M/N furrows his brows, and presses his ear against the door to hear the conversation better.

"I'm just saying," M/N makes out his father's patient voice, "it doesn't seem like a bad idea."

"I don't have a good feeling about it, F/N."

"I know you don't," there was the sound of rustling blankets, "but it wouldn't hurt to try. You know that."

M/N was beginning to wonder if this conversation was a bit too intimate to be listening in on, (as if them whispering wasn't an indicator enough), and begins to move away from the door when he stops at what his mother says next.

"Can't we at least ask M/N how he feels before doing it?"

M/N blinks, his face scrunching in annoyance.

'What the hell are they talking about?!'

M/N's father sighs.

"We both know he's not going to like it."

"...Well," the woman pauses, "it wouldn't hurt to try, would it?" She giggles.

M/N hears his father chuckle.

"Touche."

There was more blanket rustling, and M/N was able to distinctly make out the low noise of smacking lips, and he cringes in disgust before hurrying to walk away. 

'Gross.'

Coming back into his bedroom, M/N pushes the door up behind him, and turns around, however, the teen is unable to utter a sound when he sees Yoongi sitting up on his bed in the dark and he jumps in fear. 

"Where were you?" Yoongi mumbles, his blue eyes seemingly glowing in the dark.

M/N shuffles nervously at the creepy sight, but answers Yoongi anyway.

"I was getting some water..."

M/N walks up to his bed and sits down on the mattress. Yoongi yawns, M/N slightly recoiling at the feline's breath wafting through his nostrils, and stretches his limbs. 

"Were you," Yoongi pauses to straighten himself back into a sitting position, "just going to leave me with this little ankle-biter all night?"

As if to prove Yoongi's point, the now-awake kitten latches onto the back of Yoongi's hind leg with her fangs, her tiny claws sinking into the older's backside. Yoongi pays no mind to her, and only tiredly glares at M/N. M/N shrugs.

"Maybe."

Yoongi hums, too tired to rebuttal fully, and jumps off the bed. With the kitten being too small, she can't follow after him, and M/N tuts in disappointment. 

"You can't do that to her, Yoongi."

Yoongi saunters over to the cracked bedroom door, and just before he leaves, the feline utters, "Watch me." And, he leaves.

M/N shakes his head, and looks over at the kitten who now chose to entertain herself with a piece of loose string hanging from the comforter.

"Well, it looks like it's just us two for a while."

M/N scoops her up into his arms, not paying attention to her 'ferociously' biting at his fingers, and lies back into the pillows, sighing as the back of his head touch the soft material. The teen lays there, staring at the ceiling with his mind reeling back to his parent's conversation earlier.

'My opinion? For what? What the fuck's going on?!'

M/N was beginning to wonder if he will ever find out.

(A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while! My birthday passed a few days ago, so I was doing a bunch of things and stuffing myself on birthday cake, ya' know?)