Taehyung's mouth was hanging open. He couldn't speak, too shocked to say anything.

The male in front of him looked to be about his age, but he was...

Perfection. That was the only word Taehyung could think of to describe him.

The male - "boy" seemed too young, and "man" too old - was wearing only a t-shirt that came down to his mid-thigh, but even so, Taehyung could make out a body crafted of toned muscles. He looked agile but languid at the same time, as though he could perform physical activities with little problem but couldn't be bothered to attempt them.

Besides the t-shirt, the male had a thin black collar around his throat, a small silver heart dangling off it. His face, like his body, seemed perfectly sculpted - high, accented cheekbones; narrow eyes full of quick intelligence; flowing hair that looked soft to the touch.

"Who- what-"

The male flicked his head, and the silver heart bounced once against his throat. Taehyung's eyes dipped to it, reading the engraved text.

Hyungwon

"Why are you here?" Taehyung asked, his heart still beating furiously in his rib cage.

"I live here," the male answered simply.

"Does Changkyun know that?"

The male nodded, watching Taehyung closely with amused eyes.

"Well, he never mentioned it to me," Taehyung said sharply, still feeling faintly threatened. Who was this guy, anyway? Showing up half naked in Changkyun's bedroom?

Taehyung flushed at the implication. "H-He's not here right now, you know, so, um-"

"I'm not his consort," the male said with a small snort. "We're not like that."

"I-"

"I'm hungry," the male said, rolling over and sliding smoothly off the bed. Now that he was standing, Taehyung could see that he was actually rather tall. He arched his back before shaking it out and going over to the drawers, picking out a pair of Changkyun's boxers. Taehyung quickly looked away as he slid them on and left the room, likely proceeding to the kitchen.

Taehyung scrambled out of bed, following him. He watched as the male rummaged throughout the entire kitchen before grabbing a carton of ice cream out of the freezer and a spoon on his way to the living room.

"You can't have that for breakfast," Taehyung said, immediately tensing as the male met his eyes with a powerful gaze. They held eye contact for a second before the male walked past Taehyung, ice cream in tow, and settled into the armchair, curling up with his knees bent beneath him. Taehyung, afraid to let the male out of his sight, hurried into the living room. He wanted to contact Changkyun, but he'd sounded busy last time they'd talked. Taehyung didn't want to interrupt his important work, whatever it was.

For now, he'd just try to keep an eye on the intruder (if he was one at all).

The male took a spoonful of ice cream and stared at it for a few moments before licking repeatedly at the spoon instead of shoving it in his mouth. Then he played with the remote for a few seconds, switching the channel.

Taehyung looked over at the TV to find CSI Miami on, and he looked back at the male, surprised at the coincidence.

It was then that he looked more closely at the shirt the male was wearing.

Slowly, slowly, Taehyung reached into the coffee table drawer and pulled out the familiar yellow sticky note he'd left behind.

Wonnie's favorite channels:

-CBS*

-iON

-GSN

Taehyung stared at the note before looking back at the male. Then he looked back at the note once more to make sure.

Wonnie

Wonnie, short for...

Hyungwon?

"Wonnie?" Taehyung asked weakly, and the male looked over at him, surprised.

"Only Kyun calls me that," the male replied, tilting his head as though mystified. "How did you-" He cut off abruptly and turned his head to look at the TV, enraptured, ice cream forgotten, just as Horatio Caine looked at the camera and announced, "Blunt force trauma."

"You're..." Taehyung began, unable to fit the words into a logical sentence because logic had clearly been abandoned. "You're...kitty?"

The male looked back over at him, tilting his head, and Taehyung could imagine a pair of invisible ears flicking as he processed. "Well, I'd prefer it if you called me Hyungwon."