He checks underneath it’s chin to see if it has a collar or name tag. from what he can see, it doesn’t seem to be hurt. kind of looks like it’s mad, but the way it nuzzles into namjoon’s palm contradicts that. It’s black and white, with slanted green eyes. finally, he gets to really look at the animal. he sits on the couch and puts the cat on his lap. He tugs off his shoes and drops his coat onto the hanger. he looks around the living room to see it completely empty. the door swings open and he walks through. he holds the cat with one arm and punches in the passcode with the other. It only takes a few more minutes to get back to the dorms. and if there is, he prays it’s the maknae line. he kinda remembers that everyone had individual schedules to go too, so he’s hoping that no one is home. He holds the cat closer to his chest as he heads back to the dorm. he reasons that it’s getting colder out, anyway, and he wouldn’t want the thing to die. he knows there’s no way they can keep a pet there, the failed attempt at raising yeontan proves that. How could he say no? the logical side of his brain is pestering to leave the cat. usually cats are cautious around strangers, but as soon as they saw each other the cat scurried into namjoon’s arms. he just couldn’t ignore the small mews of despair and how they tugged at his heart. He knows it’s his fault for going down the alley in the first place. a human being who loves cute and soft things. he’s usually a pros and cons kind of guy, at least when it comes to matters of the job. he knows wrong from right, the appropriate times to bring something up, and when it’s absolutely necessary to hide his omegan-ness. it’s a skill he’s harnessed over the years of being the leader.
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