[DISCONTINUED] Catnip // Kitty Gang X Agust D

열여덟//18//야간 생각

Night Thoughts

One week later...

Things were more calm than I expected. And when there were police coming, Kitty somehow knew about it five minutes before. Because of him, I was certain the police didn't know we were here.

But his presence was still annoying. I could barely get away from him, but every so often I did.

I sat at the corner of a gas station, a pack of cigarettes and a lighter in my hands. I hadn't had a cigarette since we got to America.

(A/N: ...Forgive moi)

I pulled one out and looked around to make sure Kitty wasn't nearby. Every time I tried to smoke, he didn't let me. I put it in my mouth and lit it.

But I barely had time to breathe in before I felt arms wrap around my waist. I froze, knowing it was Kitty. He giggled, taking the cigarette out of my mouth. "Trying to get away from me again?"

I grabbed his hand and snatched the cigarette from him. "Jesus Christ, will you leave me alone for five minutes?" I put it back in my mouth and took a drag.

"I don't want to kiss someone that's been smoking." He whined, putting his forehead in the crook of my neck.

"Eh..." I stood up, taking another drag. "Too bad for you." I mumbled.

He took out the cigarette and pushed the end against my neck. I flinched and smacked his hand away. "Fuck! You psycho!"

He threw the cigarette at my chest. "Don't fucking smoke." We glared at each other for a few seconds before he turned around, towards the front of the store. "While we're here let's get something to eat."

I rubbed the side of my neck where it was burned. "Sure."

Kitty and I couldn't risk staying at hotels anymore, so we basically stayed on the streets. It wasn't as bad as you'd think. Just a little uncomfortable at night, and Kitty kept complaining about it.

Nevertheless, I started to become homesick.

One night in an alley I asked him a question that I had been pondering for the day. "Kitty, should we fly somewhere else? We're stuck on this small island, cops everywhere—"

He sighed loudly, basically telling me to shut up. "Agust, we're fine." I looked down at him. He was sitting against the wall, so I did too. "Jeez. You're paranoid."

"If someone finds out we're here, they'll close the airports." I continued. "They'll close the docks. We won't be able to escape. We'll be stuck, Kitty." I looked away. "And you're the last person I'd want to be with when I die."

He just giggled and straddled my crossed legs. I stared at him with half-lidded eyes and he licked his thick lips. "You have pretty eyes."

"Are you high again?"

"Of course."

I rolled my eyes and he pressed his lips against my forehead. Then he touched our foreheads together, staring at my eyes. "They're dark and pretty... I want your eyes."

I decided not to read much into what he said. "We have the same eyes."

He tilted his head. "The same?" I made a face and he shook his head. "Yours are different. Yours are dark and soft."

Soft eyes?

"Why are you obsessing over my eyes?"

He kissed in between them then took a breath. "I obsess over more than your eyes."