"No, I can't come play Overwatch today," Taehyung repeated, exasperated. He was currently bent over the couch trying to impress the idea into Jungkook's head that he was busy for the tenth time at least.

"Fine," Jungkook finally said. "Then I'm inviting Jin over and we're going to play Mario Kart without you."

"Oh, that's mature." Taehyung stuck out his tongue at the ceiling. The way he was arched over the couch was really starting to hurt his spine, but he was too stubborn to move.

"Well it's not my fault that Changkyun won't let you come out and play. I'm the one suffering here, really, if you think about it, so-"

"Shit," Taehyung said, shifting forward so he fell off the back of the couch, scrambling to keep some sense of balance. "I forgot to let the cat out," he muttered, Jungkook's words reminding him.

"Cat?"

"I'm watching his cat," Taehyung said as he jogged down the hallway. "Who is kind of a little bitch, by the way," he continued, slightly breathless as he came to a halt in front of the door. "I can feel it glaring at me."

"It?"

"Him," Taehyung corrected with a shrug, not that Jungkook would see it. "I'm pretty sure it hates me. He, sorry. He hates me."

"Just, I don't know, be nice to him. Pet him or something."

"That's all the advice you have? Pet him?"

"Sorry, Tae. I'm more of a dog person. Aren't you allergic to cats anyway?"

"A little bit. But my allergies haven't been acting up since yesterday, which is kind of weird." Taehyung sighed before turning his eyes back to the door. "Hang on, just give me a second to let out the-"

From the other end of the phone, Jungkook heard several noises in quick succession: first, the squeak of a door hinge; second, a hiss; and third, a small yowl of pain from none other than his best friend.

Tae came back on the phone a few seconds later. "Damn cat bit me!"

Jungkook's laugh infuriated Tae.

"Shut up!" he yelled, flushing red. "I'm pretty sure there's puncture marks on my ankle."

"Aw, poor you," Jungkook said with a laugh before cutting off for a second and returning. "Sorry, Jin's here and Mario Kart calls. Talk to you later," he finished before hanging up.

Taehyung sighed, sliding his phone into his pocket just as loud meows were sounding from the kitchen.

Shit, I forgot to add more food.

He walked to the kitchen, each step cautiously (his ankle still throbbed). When he got there, he saw the cat sitting expectantly in front of the empty food bowl, fur bristling.

"I know, I know," Taehyung said, skirting around the cat, careful not to get within biting or clawing distance. "Just give me a second." He reached into the cabinet Changkyun had pointed out to him to find premium cat food. He gave a soft whistle. "It looks like he buys the expensive stuff."

The cat meowed again, growing impatient.

"Yeah, yeah," Taehyung said, grabbing a pair of scissors from the drawer next to the fridge and opening the bag. He hesitated before taking a quick step toward the food bowl and dumping the whole thing in.

Whoops, Taehyung thought as he quickly stepped back. Is that too much? It's probably fine...

The cat seemed satisfied, and that was all Taehyung really cared about at this point. He was loud, for one, and Taehyung was completely convinced that the cat would attempt to murder him in his sleep. He needed to make a note to keep him in his room at night, door firmly closed.

Better get the litter box before I forget that too...

Taehyung left both kitchen and cat to clean the litter box, and he returned to find the cat curled up in the armchair, tail wrapped around himself. Taehyung sighed in relief before entering the room, still as cautious as before. Maybe if I talk to him like Changkyun does, then he'll like me? "You want to watch some TV, huh?" Taehyung asked.

The cat stared at him.

Taehyung felt stupid. He smiled tensely at the cat before searching for the remote and finding it in a small slide-out drawer in the coffee table. Stuck to the remote was a yellow sticky note.

Wonnie's favorite channels:

-CBS*

-iON

-GSN

The note was clearly in Changkyun's handwriting, as Taehyung had found several other sticky notes thus far informing him where extra kitty litter was in case he ran out and one on the bedside table letting Taehyung know that if the cat was being loud at night, he could (on occasion) sleep in the master bedroom.

Taehyung understood the others, but this?

He hesitated before pulling his phone back out of his pocket and selected Changkyun's contact.

He picked up on the second ring. "Hello? Taehyung? Is everything all right?"

"Uh, yeah, everything's fine," Taehyung said, only just starting to feel bad about disturbing Changkyun. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt anything, I just-"

"No worries," Changkyun replied easily. "Did you have a question about something?"

"Yeah," Taehyung said, eyes dropping back down to the sticky note in question before looking over at the cat, who had sat up and perked his ears, watching Tae with interest. "I was going to turn on the TV, and I found a note about favorite channels?"

"Oh, that," Changkyun replied with a chuckle. "Yes, Wonnie like to watch crime TV, mainly. You know, cop dramas. NCIS, Criminal Minds, that sort of thing. And Game Show Network. But his favorite is CSI Miami. Wonnie's got a little bit of a crush on Horatio Caine, I think." Another small chuckle.

The cat, as though he'd heard that, meowed, shrinking slightly and flicking his ears before padding around in a circle on the armchair and curling back up into a ball.

"Let me know if you can't find the channels," Changkyun continued. "There shouldn't be that many since I don't really watch TV, I just got the ones that he likes."

"Oh, all right," Taehyung said as though their entire conversation had been perfectly normal. "Uh, thanks, Changkyun. Sorry about calling."

"All good. Let me know if there's anything else."

"Will do."

Taehyung set down the phone on the coffee table he'd found the remote in and turned to give the cat a side glance. Then, slowly, he turned the TV on and scanned the channels until he found what he was looking for.

Sure enough, when Horatio Caine's face came on screen, the cat unfurled himself, sitting up tall in the armchair, his tail whipping back and forth in the air.

This was normal?