[Short-Story]
❝What do you mean I can't?❞ Jimin's eyes teared up with pouty rosy lips as he stopped. He whined to the older male because he was being scolded yet still leaned his head over the koi fish tank while his tongue was out.
❝That water isn'...
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Okay, so Jungkook wasn't an expert in taking care of animals that weren't his koi fish, especially sick cats who were actually hybrids. However, he couldn't just leave the poor unconscious hybrid cat alone in the rain. He wasn't heartless. There was a half human boy who offered him a kindness and he was not going to let the hybrid die from hypothermia out there alone.
Jungkook could barely properly walk to the sidewalk to hail a cab without hissing and groaning from muscle ache. He hid the unconscious calico cat hidden between his wet leather jacket to try and keep him warm because it was pretty darn cold. The time of being a masochist was over. It was too cold outside and he didn't want to catch a cold for the worse of his current physical state.
An hour or so later, when he arrived at his apartment, the first thing he did was strip himself of all of his clothes while carrying the unconscious wet cat to his closet where he searched for a towel to let him be warm. After that, he quickly searched for his bathrobe to at least be decent even though he was dirty as hell. He cringed at the thought of dirtying the bathrobe with his blood.
Most importantly, what the hell could he do with the sick hybrid?
Maybe just call an emergency veterinarian? At that hour?
Fuck, what if the hybrid needed some major CPR shit?
He wasn't a doctor. Hell, he hated taking Biology in high school except the part of the course that included childbirth because for him, that was some amazing process. It was his ultimate soft spot.
Hold a fucking minute. I know a hybrid.
There was a sudden vibration coming from the pocket of his black jeans. At first, he was surprised that his phone survived all that but when he searched it up–still hissing at the open flesh–he immediately cursed on all those assholes.
"They cracked my screen? Those motherfuckers," he grumbled and picked up the call on speaker phone because his cheeks ached too much to be touched. He hadn't bothered to check the ID because he was too busy analyzing all the cracks in the screen. At least he and his phone could relate physically.
"Where are you? Yoongi hyung called me, saying you got into a fight but he was on his shift so he couldn't leave. I left my clinic earlier than expected. Are you still out? Do I have to pick you up?" spoke a man frantically.
If it wasn't for the worried voice at the other end of the line, Jungkook would have probably laughed and hung up, but that wasn't something he could do now.
Oh man holy shit. I guess it's real. True friends call you exactly when you think of them.
The man's voice worriedly speaking at the other end of the line clearly reeked of anxiety, something normal between them because for one, the other male was always skeptical about his clientele and how sometimes there was a parrot with a loose mouth coughs also known as famous Jungkook, or JK for short.
