🐈🐈🐈

"Call me oppa."

"No."

"Please call me oppa?"

"No."

"Just once?"

"Fine. Oppa."

"Not like that! Say it cutely."

"Namjoon, have you ever been punched in the throat by your soulmate?"

"...Call me whatever you want." Namjoon pouts, defeated.

I sigh. "Here, I got you something." I reach into my schoolbag and rummage around while he looks on attentively. Then I whip out my hand, my thumb and forefinger creating a finger heart and present it to him. "Just for you."

The next second his face breaks out into a dimple inducing grin. In-guk and Eun-ji, sitting behind us on the grass of the school courtyard both produce gagging noises.

We're too cute, and I'm aware of it. I've always hated couples like this so I can fully understand where my friends are coming from. Do I care? Nope. This feeling of liking someone and them liking you back, it's too hard to contain. Really, it's the best feeling ever.

It's been nearly three weeks since he 'kittynapped' me. That night after I'd arrived back home he'd called and we'd spent almost all night on the phone together. It seems like we talked about anything and everything already but all I've wanted to do since then is talk more with him and spend more time together. It's like I can't get enough of him.

There was only one other relationship I've been in before this but there's absolutely no comparison. Did I used to like that guy? He wasn't a terrible boyfriend. You know, before he told me I was disgusting. Comparing them though...compared to Namjoon, he's trash. Why did I like trash? What does that say about me?

That I hadn't met Namjoon yet, probably.

Over these past two and a half blissful weeks, I've learned more about him. Just like Lucifairy, (the kitten he gave me) Namjoon is very destructive. In fact, he's probably the most destructive person I've ever met.

"Look, Kitty!" After our first date we had gone shopping around the mall and he'd found a section selling headbands. This particular one he showed me was of cat ears. Absolutely was I going to buy this, because obviously it's a vital addition to my wardrobe. He had held it up to place it on my head, stretching it out a bit in the process. But apparently too much as it had split in half.

I'd thought it was just a simple accident but then he broke two more pairs and a snow globe.

Since then he's broken an umbrella, six more pairs of wooden chopsticks, a lamp in our living room (our house is getting darker and darker) and somehow torn the strap on his school bag.

Moving on to other things I've learned about him. I found out that his wolf side was quite literally a wolf that he could speak to in his head. If I hadn't seen the things I'd already seen I would think he was a lunatic.

Learning this information did cause me to question: how come I don't have a cat side? Why am I just me? Although now that we're spending more time together Namjoon has pointed out many things about my personality and quirks that I never realized was me being very cat-like.

My temperament. My preference to being alone. The way sitting in the sunlight can make me sleep. How I can hold a grudge like it's no one's business. My initial distrust and dislike of literally everybody until I get to know them. My appetite for fish and other seafood and how I feel most comfortable and happy when I'm spending time with my cats.

Not only that, but I'm more cat like than ever now that I have a new name. Out of the blue everyone began calling me by Namjoon's pet name for me. It started with Eun-ji, who thought it was adorable, then Carl, who for some reason thought that was my real name. Then the next day everyone forgot all about Y/n and I was Kitty. The high point of this insanity was when one of my teachers asked me if it was short for Katherine. Having given up at that point, I just said yes.

Also...sometimes...I've always held myself back, and damn it, I always WILL. But...sometimes I get the urge to just...rub my head all over Namjoon.

It's weird. But it's no weirder than his habit of sticking his face in my neck and inhaling deeply.

We're definitely a weird pair but he's continuously caring, loving and attentive to my feelings and needs. I'm more on the teasing side and I know it frustrates him but he's never snapped at me or even showed any sort of a temper.

There are times when his cuddling can go overboard, to the point where he won't allow me to move from room to room without his arms wrapped around me tightly like a koala.

Then there are times where he's over protective. This is usually during school hours when I'm interacting with In-guk, or Taehyung and Jimin or my new bff Carl, and he'll want to stick close by me, constantly keeping a distrusting eye on the other male or males. These are the moments where I feel he's more reminiscent of a guard dog than a boyfriend. A guard dog I don't need. Not that I mind too much.

In addition I've found out that Namjoon is smart, like super smart. Sometimes he'll say the most beautiful and poetic things that make my heart pound and cause me to question life.

But I'm nowhere near as smart or as good with my words as he his so usually I'll respond with: "Bruh, that's fucking deep, yo."

He always smiles at this, rather than putting me down for my less-than-intellectual reply.

My boyfriend is the best.

Well. Actually, I'm really upset with him but trying to hide it.

Everything is great and it's all butterflies and rainbows. There's just one thing wrong here and it's bothering me so badly. I don't want to bring it up because I don't want to fight again when we've barely started dating. This, though. This is bad, and it's something I'm very passionate about. This is so bad, it could threaten our relationship.

Namjoon hates mint chocolate chip ice cream.

Actually, this bastard went so far as to say they should get rid of the flavor altogether.

The first thing to came to mind when I heard him say it was: FIGHT ME IN THE PIT, NAMJOON. But this was last night and everything has been so perfect lately (except for that dark cloud) and I didn't want to spoil the mood. Like he had spoiled mine. No, to be more precise, he broke my heart. How dare he.

"Kitty, are you alright?" My heart breaker is now looking at me in concern.

I really want to throw a fish at his face.

No. No, I can do this. What I'll do is bury these feelings deep inside and wait. Wait till we're in a really good place, maybe even years down the road, then I'll drop it on him like a bomb! I'll have had years of resentment built up at that point so it should be perfect.

I'm not dramatic.

More like an Avenger. I will pick up the torch (yes, there's a torch) for all mint chocolate chip lovers of the world and run with it.

So for now I nod and smile in Namjoon's direction. This appears to appease him and he holds his chopsticks to my mouth, offering the fried shrimp they were holding. Once I accept it, I forget all of these negative thoughts thanks to Jin's cooking.

Speaking of- "You remember the dinner tonight?" Namjoon asks, not bothering to keep the worry out of his voice.

A week ago Jimin and Taehyung had let me know that Jin had been wanting to have me over for dinner, but Namjoon had always said no. I'd already met them all aside from the youngest. Even still, I remain an unsociable person and I'm not very keen on going out and having dinner with his friends, but I thought it might be important to Namjoon. Because of that, and because I really wanted to see the kittens again, I told them yes, to go ahead and pick a night.

Namjoon's eyes had bugged out when I told him. It was the exact opposite reaction I had expected to receive. I'd imagined he'd be happy that I wanted to know his friends, or maybe even be proud that I was being sociable. No, instead he was anxious and his voice came out in a panicked whine.

"Why? Why did you agree? You don't have to agree! I'll tell them you changed your mind."

After a lot of confusion and a lot more prodding, mostly in the form of all the aegyo I'd thrown his way, I finally pried the truth out of him.

"It's because they're wolves." he had explained. "They haven't found their mates and it makes me anxious to have them around you."

"Why?" I had questioned, always so lost on this wolf stuff. "You don't trust them?"

"It's not a matter of trust. I know they would never do anything like that. I know their wolves wouldn't but...you don't..." It was at this point that I'd started to realize he was holding something back from me. We'd promised not to do that anymore, so for him to hesitate must have meant it was something that would potentially cause me to look at him different. So I waited until he could find the proper words. He finally did, but was very reluctant.

"You know the way your cats will rub their heads on you sometimes?"

An odd way to start but I nodded and listened attentively.

"That's called scenting. They do it so that other cats will smell them on you and know that you belong to that cat." Namjoon had averted his gaze while he explained the next part. "Wolves also have a way to do that to their mates."

I had rolled my eyes hearing this, figuring it was something else about smells. To tell the truth, I still don't 'get' the whole thing with scents but it seems to be really important to Namjoon. So with that thought in mind, I said the first thing that came to me.

"Fine, so if you do whatever it is wolves do then I'll smell like you? Just do it then."

Of course I didn't know what I was saying. Namjoon's face had burned up as if it was on fire and he then started choking on...well...the air. After his coughing fit was done, he had turned to me with wild, fierce eyes that lit up a part of me I didn't know was there.

"Don't agree to things you don't understand. I might just do it." his voice had been laced with a hunger that scared and excited me at the same time.

That was as far as this conversation had gone. A good thing since a) we were still on school grounds and b) whatever 'it' was I, to quote Namjoon, 'might just' let him do it if he kept talking and looking like that.

Since then he'd neglected to bring the subject back up until now. Namjoon was clearly nervous about it while Jimin and Taehyung had expressed their excitement in between classes.

I wanted to ease his worries so the entire walk home from school I held his hand and tried to distract him with the latest In-guk and Eun-ji relationship drama.

"But I thought Eun-ji likes Carl now?"

"Eun-ji doesn't actually like Carl like that, but she flirts with him to make In-guk jealous. Anyway, Guk figured it out and said if she doesn't stop he's signing up for his military service straight out of high school. She hasn't stopped so I guess he'll be shipped off once we graduate."

"What does Carl think of being stuck in the middle?" he asks.

I shrug. "I don't think he notices. Hell, I can't tell if he even knows what's going on half the time. OHMYGOSHDIDYOUSEEHISNEWKITTY!" I suddenly remember the pictures he'd shown me this morning of the new American short hair cat he'd adopted from the shelter.

Namjoon appears taken aback by my outburst but I'm failing to care. That cat was so adorable I just wanted to love it and squish it and dress it in sweaters. My heart thunders as I remember how beautiful it was. So sweet, so precious, so—

"Are you alright?" My boyfriend's voice brings me back to reality, unfortunately.

I take a deep breath, now missing my own fur babies at home. "Yes. Let's just," I tug on his hand and stride quicker down the sidewalk, "get home fast. I want to cuddle BooBoo before we leave."

I ignore the pout he sends me. "You could cuddle me instead."

I scoff. "I cuddle you enough. I can never cuddle my cats enough."

"Are you telling me you love your cats more than me?"

"Yes." The answer is immediate. And obvious if you ask me.

Namjoon, however, doesn't think so. "Are you serious?"

Without breaking my quickened pace I send him a sidelong glance. "Look. There's you, and then there's my cats." he appears confused by this answer so I hold one hand up above my head and the other at about half that height. "There's you." I wiggle the fingers of the lower hand. "Then there's my cats." I motion with the higher hand.

His face sits emotionless. "Why are you like this."

I wonder that a lot myself, actually.

—

Edited 8/31/21