You gasped as you realised that the cat was talking. You were just way too shocked and you could hear Namjoon laughing uncontrollably by the side.

You wet your lips nervously, trying to remain your composure. You didn't really know how to address him.

"Umm so Mr Cat?"

"You can just call me Min, child."

You realised that the M on the flute was meant to represent Min. This meant that the flute really belonged to this cat. You stared at the cat amazed.

"J-just Min?"

"Yes, dear."

You still couldn't believe that the cat could actually speak. It was so weird but everything had been so weird so you adapted to the situation way faster than before.

"Ok then Min. So you are telling me that you are the owner of the flute?"

The cat nodded his head.

"T-then how do you play it?"

That was when Namjoon broke into loud laughter. She wondered if she had asked something strange but she couldn't help it. She was just curious. She wanted to know how a cat played a flute.

The cat glared at Namjoon and he immediately stopped laughing. The cat cleared his throat and turned to look at you.

"This is not my real form. I can't really show you that yet."

You made an 'o' with your lips and took note of what he said. You wondered what is real form is. A demon? A hybrid? An enormous monster or something? Just thinking about it gave you creeps all over your spine.

The cat looked out of the window and then back at you.

"It's getting dark, child. Bring her back home."

"Yes boss."

Namjoon stood up and pulled you by your arm. You watched the cat jump back to the shelf where the flute was placed. That was when a question struck in your mind.

"U-umm why is Namjoon doing this?"

"By this. You must mean his duty. Well, he has to pay for what he has done."

Before you could ask any further questions, Namjoon dragged you out of the house. You let him pull you away. Probably because you weren't thinking straight. Who could possibly after seeing a talking cat?

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Both of you reached your house. You stood at your doorstep and thought of something. You turned around and just as you were about to speak, Namjoon held his hand up to stop you.

"I know what you are going to ask. I can't tell you yet."

The corner of your lips turned down and you were definitely not happy with his answer.

"You always never have answers."

"Time will tell, little kitten. Patience."

"Well my patience has a limit so please hurry up," you said as you folded your arms and tapped your foot on the ground.

He let out a small laughter and pinched both of your cheeks. He giggled as he did that, finding you adorable.

"Staph ish" (stop it)

He laughed even louder and stopped pinching your cheeks.

You rubbed your cheeks and glared at him. He apologised and gave you a cheeky grin which you couldn't help but find it cute and eventually forgave him.

You were about to go inside but you remembered something.

"S-say.. are you going to play the flute tonight?"

"Do you want me to?"

You nodded and fiddled with the sleeves of your clothes.

"I-it's beautiful. The way you play it. I-I love it."

You lowered your head and shut your eyes close. You couldn't believe what you were saying.

He stood closer to you and tilted your head up using his hand. All of a sudden, you felt something soft on your forehead.

"Cute."

You were surprised by his sudden actions and all you did was stare at him dumbfounded. He smiled and then went back to the way he came, leaving you speechless.

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You entered your house to find Seokjin cooking in the kitchen. The two of you exchanged greetings and you went to him to help him out. He passed you the potatoes and you helped him peel them.

"Well, where did you go?"

The image of Namjoon kissing your forehead just a few seconds ago popped in your head and you shook your head to get it out. Although your heart had other plans like beating tremendously.

"Umm Namjoon's house. I went to pass him back his umbrella."

Seokjin hummed to acknowledge your answer as he continued to focus on cooking. You wet your lips nervously as you felt guilty. You weren't totally lying.

You did go to pass him the umbrella as well as check on him because you were worried that he didn't play a flute for one night and met a talking cat who is actually the owner of the flute but you didn't think those were really necessary to tell him.

"You visit him a lot these days. You guys seem pretty close."

You knew where this was going. The kind of tone he was using was the exact same tone he used when you went out with Jimin the day he confessed to you.

"I have Jimin, oppa."

You do. But you didn't know why it made you feel guilty. It was as if you were using Jimin as an excuse to escape from the situation.

"I know I know. I'm not suspicious of you or anything you know. It's just that..."

You lowered the knife and the potato down. You looked at him, curiously.

"Just what, oppa?"

You noticed the slight hesitation in his eyes. And maybe something else. A mixture of guilt and fear? You couldn't really tell what it was. It was barely visible so you thought it was just your imagination.

He shook his head and smiled as he took the plate of peeled potatoes from you.

"Nothing. Go and wash up. I'll have everything dinner when you come down."

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Seokjin watched you head upstairs and he went back to focusing on cutting the vegetables. He paused and let out a sigh.

"This won't do."

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The moment Namjoon reached his room, he plopped onto the bed. He noticed Min watching him at the side, sitting on the chair with the flute in his hands. Min was in his original form. He eyed on the flute and then turned his head to the opposite side.

"Can I play the flute today?"

Min raised one of his eyebrow, clearly not amused by his question.

"You are still not feeling well, child."

Namjoon shifted himself so that he was sitting straight on his bed.

"I am feeling well. I really am."

"If it's because that girl said the way you play the flute is beautiful then you should forget it."

"Whoah how did you know? You know that's a very dangerous level of stalking you've got there."

"I just wanted to make sure you are safe like I promised him."

"Yeah if only you didn't curse me that night then totally."

Min's eyes widened in shock and Namjoon noticed it. He parted his lips to say something but closed it back.

Namjoon stared at Min who was looking down, feeling guilty. Tears on the verge of falling down.

He felt bad immediately. He knew it was not entirely his fault either. No one could be blamed for what happened that night except for fate.

And the person who suffered the most had to be Min.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."

"It's okay, child. I know it's my fault that you had to suffer. But just a bit more."

Namjoon nodded his head. Then, he played with his fingers.

"So... can I still?"

"Fine Fine you can."

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You walked around your room as you had nothing better to do. You were trying to collect your thoughts. You wanted to put the puzzles together but the pieces were missing. Important pieces.

Currently all you knew was that Namjoon had to perform his duty because of what he had done so he must not like what he's doing and the owner of the flute was a cat called Min.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you concentrated but ended up dropping onto the bed in frustration. You couldn't think at all. It was all way too confusing.

You wanted to know what Namjoon had done. Probably something bad. Maybe he had murdered a person or something.

"Did he?" you asked to no one in particular.

You groaned and closed your eyes.

Just then you heard him playing the flute just like you had requested him earlier. You felt touched that he actually kept his promise.

The sweet sound directly entered your ears, emptying your brain with any thoughts and just filling it with the music. You relaxed upon hearing the sound.

Your heart was obviously racing but it wasn't that bad. In fact, you enjoyed the way your heart beat in the same rhythm of the sound of the flute. It was a work of art.

It sounded extremely beautiful and you craved for it more and more.

It was slowly becoming something you looked forward to.

Something you desire.