You got back home without getting wet thanks to Namjoon's umbrella. Seokjin rushed to help you carry your things so that you could take off your shoe.

"I could have picked you up."

"It's fine. That would be too much of a hassle."

Seokjin eyed the umbrella and you noticed it. He asked you who's it was and you told him it was Namjoon's.

"Oh that's great. You guys are close?"

You didn't know how to answer his question. You couldn't really describe the relationship between you two. It's complicated. Well, everything is complicated about him.

"Kind of?"

Seokjin looked at you with one of his eyebrow raised but he didn't ask any further questions. He just told you to have a warm bath and come down to have dinner.

You went up but stopped in your tracks and glanced back at your brother.

"Oppa?" You called him and he hummed in response. "How did you know Namjoon?"

"Well, I told you before. He used to live in our neighbourhood until he had to leave for some business. I guess that's how one put it. Since then I hadn't keep in touch with him until last time."

"Oh." You tapped on the side rails of your staircase. "Did he play flute when he was young?"

"Umm flute? Not really. Back then, he was into painting and he travelled a lot to find inspirations probably."

You didn't know why but everything Seokjin said kinda felt off. Your brother is not the type of person who guess but rather state the facts. And here he was guessing and saying probably.

But still you weren't expecting Namjoon to be an artist. It was weird but you did remember him telling you that the flute belonged to someone else. You wondered who it was.

"Well, is there something wrong?" Seokjin asked and you shook your head. You excused yourself and headed to your room.

You just hoped to learn about something very soon.

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After dinner, you sat in your room and watched some variety shows on your laptop. There wasn't really much homework and your drama was not on TV so you decided to slack off in your own room.

You were enjoying the shows for a while but boredom slowly creeps into you. You placed your laptop at the side and stared at the ceiling above you.

Then, you glanced at the wall clock.

It felt kind of strange. It's already night time yet there was no flute sound. No music. No anything.

You felt perfectly normal. You thought maybe he was taking a break or something. You just ignored it and went to sleep.

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It had only been one night. Just one night since you last heard of the flute sound and you were already starting to get worried. You didn't know why but you just felt anxious.

It's as if you were addicted to that flute sound and just wanted to hear it play. Must be suffering from some sort of addiction symptom or Namjoon symptom because you just couldn't take him out of your head.

You felt like something might have happened to Namjoon and you were freaking out. You were confused.

You weren't supposed to be caring about him. He's not your boyfriend or anything. He breaks girls' hearts and he might not even be human. You kept telling yourself that but you somehow ended up at his house after school.

You walked to and fro in front of his gate, hesitating to ring the bell.

"This is a bad idea," you mumbled to yourself.

You looked at the umbrella you were holding and took in a deep breath.

"It's okay. I'm just here to pass him back his umbrella. No big deal. Yeah nothing weird."

You mustered up your courage and pressed the door bell. It rang for sure but no one came out. You thought of hitting the button again but decided not to.

"He might not be home anyways."

You were about to turn away when you heard the door creaked open.

"Visiting me in the evening now, little kitten?"

You held in every emotion of yours to not end up being flustered but you failed completely as you end up stuttering.

"N-no! I-I'm just h-here to p-pass you your um-um-umbrella."

And to top that, your cheeks just had to redden, making you look like a hot pepper on fire.

"Well, that's one cute red tomato," he said with a small laughter. You glared at him and he held his tongue to stop himself from teasing you.

You kind of noticed that his voice sounded hoarse and you took the chance to observe his face. He seemed pretty much tired and pale as if he had a flu or something. Your assumption was confirmed when he turned sideways to cough.

He cleared his throat, probably trying to soothe the irritating pain in his throat.

"Are you okay?"

"Well, yes. Thanks for asking."

"I-is it because of the rain yesterday?"

He didn't need to answer. You knew it. It was because he passed you the umbrella and had to run in the rain. He must have caught a cold.

"I'm sorry. It's my fault."

He chuckled and patted your head which made you look at him.

"At least little kitten didn't catch the cold," he said, making your heart skip a beat. "Well, wanna come in?"

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Your eyes wandered about the entire room. It seemed pretty normal, kind of similar to your own house. However, there were tons of paintings hanging around the wall. The art that filled the space were extremely beautiful. He gestured you to sit in the living room as he went to make some coffee.

Nothing really stood out in the living room, except for his flute that was neatly secured on the stand. Beside it was a round black ball which you supposed was a decoration as you couldn't figure out what it was.

He came back with two mugs and placed it on the table.

"I heard from my Brother that you paint. You are an artist?"

"You can say that," he replied sheepishly.

You could sense that he was kind of shy about his career. You had checked the paintings when you passed by them and they were definitely breathtaking.

"You are really good."

"Thank you."

He gave you a big grin, one which revealed his dimples and you enjoyed the sight. It warmed your heart.

You scanned the room once again and noticed that there was almost nothing.

"Do you live alone?"

"Not really. I live with him."

He pointed towards the flute and your eyes followed his direction. His finger was pointing at the round ball beside the flute. You squinted your eyes so that you could focus on it and you clearly noticed that it was moving.

It shifted it's position and you saw ears pointing out.

"A-a cat?"

Not any cat. It was the one you saw the previous night. Seeing it sleep made you melt. It looked so adorable.

You gave him an 'are you serious' look and he just let out a laughter. He then covered his mouth hurriedly.

"I shouldn't be making loud noises. I wouldn't want to wake him up. He may be cute but he can get aggressive if his sleep gets disturbed."

"I can hear that, child."

You blinked your eyes and looked around the room. You definitely heard a voice and it was not Namjoon for sure. It was deep husky voice but nice to listen to.

You thought it was just your imagination since Namjoon was simply sipping on his cup of coffee like nothing happened. You also grabbed the coffee and drank it.

"Well, little kitten. What brought you here?"

"I told you. I came to pass you the umbrella."

"Just that?"

He placed his mug down and stared at you. He had a warm smile on his face and you couldn't help but give in to answering his question truthfully.

"I was worried because you didn't play your flute yesterday," you said it so softly as if you were whispering but he totally heard it as he started producing soft laughters.

"I wasn't allowed to play flute when I'm kinda sick? The owner is very hygiene-conscious."

That reminded you of that magical night. You fiddled with the handle of the mug and took quick glimpses at him.

"Umm are you human?"

He looked at you, blankly for a few second. Maybe to process what you just said before bursting into huge laughter.

You couldn't help but flinch and blush when he laughed. You felt like you had asked something stupid and you were embarrassed.

He slid across the sofa to get closer to you. You couldn't move backwards and ended up being trapped between the sofa and him. You could feel his breath on your skin and you couldn't bring yourself to look at him because you knew he was way too close. Your heart ended up beating wildly and loudly that you knew both of you could hear it.

You wet your lips nervously and even without looking up, you knew he had a smirk on his face.

He patted your head and moved backwards, giving you the space that was there before. You blinked your eyes and looked at him, confused. You didn't know why but you kind of felt disappointed when he went back to his spot.

You screamed at yourself inside as you realised what you were feeling. You couldn't believe you were expecting and wanted him to kiss you. You mentally killed yourself for having such thoughts.

And you knew he had noticed for he was snickering. He cleared his throat and you gathered your thoughts back and gave him your attention.

"Well, I am a human but the owner is not."

"The owner?... may I know who it is?"

"Me."

You turned to the direction of the voice. It was the same voice as before and all you saw was the cat sitting on the table before you two near the cups. You wondered when he had arrived to that spot.

He was staring at you. His yellow eyes piercing through you and his tail swaying side to side. You glanced at Namjoon and then at the cat.

"How may I help you, child?"

You blinked your eyes a couple of times before you realised what was going on. Once you did, your eyes grew bigger.

"THE CAT IS TALKING!"