#already malnourished and ill and now you have to carry a baby too.... stupid stupid stupid lol

[kithj]

the quiet place game sucks ass, they really said how many misogynistic tropes can we shove into one game? and didn't wait for an answer

[pandabearlikes]

My Husband, Kim JunMeow

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Chapter o5. Summer 1996        

Unrestrained, the two of us passionately kiss.  Our heads bobble against one another as we unleash our sinful emotions.  I almost choke from holding my breath for so long.  Fumbling, I round my arms around to unclasp my bra but Junmyeon grips onto my wrist.  He props himself up.

“You’re drunk…” my lover notes.

“I’m not,” I counter, though, truthfully…I’m starting to see images in double.

Hushing me, Junmyeon gets off the bed and starts to tuck me in under the blankets.  

“Kim.  Jun.  Myeon.  Do you want to be my lover?” I toss out the bold question through my gibberish.  

“You know I wouldn’t do that to you while you’re like this…” he reasons as he finally subdues me enough to stop thrashing the covers off.  I whimper and roll around, greeting him with my bare back.  With a soft chuckle, Junmyeon traces a heart along my skin and seals his feelings with a kiss.  I shudder and go in and out of consciousness.  My body feels as though it’s floating in mid-air.

My guardian spends the next few minutes quietly admiring my cherubic facial features.  They’ve matured a lot since he first laid his eyes on me, but to him, I’m still as beautiful as ever…if not more so now.  

“You still like him, don’t you?” Junmyeon says, almost sadly while brushing his thumb across my temple.  He recalls the giddy little girl chasing after a cute older boy.  

Soft sniffles morph into whimpers.  A quiet pearl rolls down the corner of my eye.  Junmyeon catches it with his finger, letting the cool liquid disperse back into the Heavens.  Leaning over, he plants a loving kiss on the center of my forehead, hoping to alleviate the grimace plaguing my angelic face.  

“Su...ho…” I softly sob.  Junmyeon freezes.  “Suho,” I repeat, this time clearer.  Distilled liquid wavers in his twin orbs as he grabs hold of my outstretched hands.  “Please…” I weep in my sleep, “…don’t separate us…”

“Ring-a-round the rosie, a pocket full of posies…Ashes! Ashes! We all fall down!” little kiddies sing as they skip, hand-in-hand, in circles.  

The youngest of the bunch, a little girl with pigtails and a baby blue dress, is too late to fall down.  She stands in her spot, innocently turning her head from left and right.

"Argh!  She’s so stupid,” one insults.

The little girl blinks and tries to take the older girls’ hands again to retry the game.  With an annoyed sigh, they sing and try to run in circles again but the baby’s steps are much smaller and slower due to her size.  Again, she fails to comply with the game rules.  

“You’re so stupid!” the older female jeers and pushes the younger child down onto the floor.  Her baby skin soils in wet mud and she burst into tears.  “Haha!  There.  Finally down!  Now go!” the mean girl shoos.  Her group of friends kick dirt onto the girl; some pick rotten berries from the nearby tree to throw at her.

“Minseok Oppa!!!” she calls and runs off.  Her stubby legs only make it a short distance before she falls onto the ground.  “Min…seok…Oppa?” she murmurs as she watches the residential cute boy playing on the big-kid slide with an older girl.  The little girl’s parents had entrusted the boy to watch out for her, but he’s too busy to notice her.  

“Minseok Oppa…” she innocently stumbles up to the blocked off area.

“Yah!  Careful!  Go away!” he hisses and waves her away, “You’re too young to be here.  Go play elsewhere.”

Lips ripple, “Oppa, they pushed me—“

“What?  Who—“

“Minseok-yah!  Let’s go down the slide again!” the oblivious older girl grabs Minseok’s hand and pulls him away.  He watches as the little girl lowers her head, turns around, and waddles away.  When he finally shakes his friend’s grasp away, the girl is already gone.

Though only a toddler, the young girl already resorts to hiding in secluded places by herself whenever she feels as though she’s about to cry.  She learns it from all the times she hears her parents fighting at home; she thinks that in the dark, people can’t see her, therefore, they can’t hurt her.  Today, in this foreign atmosphere, she discovers her safe haven within a street trashcan.  

Everything is pitch black and it’s cold.  She starts to cry - though still reserved and quiet because she’s still scared to get caught.  And then, she starts to release her suppressed emotions about the recent bully event and more-so the fact that her Minseok Oppa disregarded her.  Her small body starts to convulse and the sudden onslaught of sobs cuts her air short.  Frightened, she stands up, reaches her baby arms over her head, and tries to open the lid but it won’t budge.  She gasp and tries again but it’s locked.

“Ma…” she thinks about shouting but remembers her skewed impression that in the dark she’s invisible and no one can hear her; thus, no one will find her.  Shivering, she falls back down onto the base of the trashcan, rolls herself into a ball, and starts to quietly sob to herself.

“Meow…” a friendly sound echoes within the container.  

Peeping her head out, the girl spots a pair of round eyes.  The owner advances toward her, causing her to shrivel up into the corner.

“Meow~” the kitten, who has been silently watching her this whole time, scoots himself, paw by paw, up to the little human.  “Meow…” he purrs and brushes his fluffy body against the trembling girl as if to provide her with some heat.  

It isn’t until he climbs onto her lap, does she realize that the creature who can see her in the dark, when everyone disregarded her, isn’t a scary Monster of the Night out to feed on her flesh, but a tiny fur ball.  

“Meow~” the kitty tilts his head and looks her in the eyes, as if saying, “Don’t cry, I’m here too".  Reflexively, the feline starts to knead the girl’s belly.

“Are you hiding too?” she asks in her high pitched voice.  “You’re so smol…you’re smoler than me…” she observes when her vision finally accommodates to the darkness.  Her malnourished new friend nuzzles his head against her tummy and purrs.  “Did the big kitties not pay with you, either?” the little girl pouts and pets the baby cat on his head.

“Meow…” his high pitch voice matches hers with perfection.

“It’s okay!  I’ll pay wit chu!” she announces in excitement and then shyly inquires, “Do chu want to be fwiends?”

Meow!!” the abandoned kitten pounces up and down with joy.

They start to share conversations only they understand; the human toddler talks about how her bullies pushed her down and how her Minseok Oppa ignored her and the kitten responds with “Meows” and warm cuddles.  Soon, the two of them fall asleep.  Outside, day turns to night…night turns to day.  But the two bonded souls only see darkness.  

Amber alerts go out.

Both are starving and cold.  The girl starts to sob again and the kitten automatically begins to sooth her with his light pats.  

“Do you have a name?” she asks between weeps.

“Meow :(“

“Suho,” the girl names, “My mummy says it means ‘potector'!”

“Meow~” the kitty’s soft orbs turn into hearts as the girl takes her silver bell bracelet and puts it around her friend’s neck.

“We can protect each other,” she braves a smile, takes the kitty into her arms, and hugs him because she feels a sense of warmth she’s never felt before.  

“Suho…” I choke out between sobs.

“I’m here.  I’m right here…” Junmyeon rubs and brings my shaking hands up to his lips.  

“It’s okay.  I’m not scared when I’m with you…” the baby girl keeps repeating to herself as she falls in and out of consciousness.  The white kitten head butts her several times to keep her awake.  It’s been two and a half days.  Summer mornings blaze with hot sun, turning the metal dumpster into a boiling pot; nights are colder than snow storms.  The extreme temperature changes prove to be tolling on the young lives’ health.  When garbagemen finally discovers them, they’re both unconscious and wrapped in each other’s arms.  

“She loves the cat, let’s let her keep him,” her mother suggests when the sickly girl cries for her feline friend even as she’s convulsing from the fever.  Almost a miracle, she makes remarkable progress when they place the now washed and healthy kitten beside her in bed.    

“Suho!” she beams as she runs around the garden, letting her pigtails bounce up and down.  Her best friend chases after her, the bell around his neck jingling pure bliss into the air.  Giggling, the tiny girl falls onto the grass, letting the kitty climb onto her belly.

They become inseparable.

“Suho…” the toddler rolls onto her tummy in bed after her mother finishes tucking her in.  Soft glows of her night light draw a halo around Suho’s fluffy head.  He hops onto her bed, something that’s forbidden by the girl’s parents - but it’s okay when they are alone.  Naturally, he nestles in to the croak of his human’s neck and starts to doze off to sweet slumber.  “I’m not going to marry Minseok Oppa,” she decisively states.  The kitten perks up, tilts his head to one side, and stares at her.  “When I grow up, I’m going to marry you!” she announces as she kisses his pink nose.

“TOSS HIM OUT!” her father shouts as soon as the doctors diagnose the girl’s fever and swollen cut as “Cat Scratch Disease”.

She wails as her mom carries her away.  Her illness lasts the entirety of a month and due to the late diagnosis, the high fever had stolen away parts of her memory.

“Suho?” she’d randomly call as she looks out the window as if waiting for someone but not knowing who.

“Just your imagination, Honey.  Cats are dangerous.  Don’t go near them,” her mother strokes her head and brings the confused girl into her embrace.

I jolt up in bed with tears rushing down my cheeks.  Vertigo paralyses my consciousness, blood rushes down from my head.  I pull my hand up to alleviate my dizziness, only to find out that it is intertwined with Junmyeon’s.  He had fallen asleep with his head resting on the side of my bed.  My tug stirs him awake.  

“He-hey…” he greets, his voice hoarse.  As soon as his initial grogginess dispels, he spots the streams rushing down my porcelain face.  His brows dive.  “Wuh-what’s wrong?”

Shaking my head, I turn away and try to wipe away the tears but Junmyeon gets up and spins me around.  I hiccup, more streams rush down my cheeks, for reasons, I don’t even know.  Images from my dream starts in fade, first, slowly so that I still recall the coldness of the trashcan or the boiling heat of my forehead…the soft white fur of Suho…and then…I start to just recall his high pitch “Meow…” Suho…then in record speed, all the recollections accelerate and vanish.  Just like that…leaving a hole in my heart I didn’t know why or how to fill.  

“Why are you crying?” the caring gentleman inquires as he holds me against his chest.  

“I…don’t…know?” I reply as I weep.  It takes another hour or so of cuddling before Junmyeon deems me “fine” enough for him to let go.  A small smile clings on my lips as I watch him walk out to fetch me some water.  So protective…

“We can protect each other!” a little girl’s voice sounds in my mind.

Wincing, I hold my throbbing head.  

“Headache?” my lover sprints from the doorway to my side.  “You drank too much last night…” he shakes his head and hands me the glass of water.

“Ye-yeah…I think I drank a little too much…” I admit.

“A little?” Junmyeon raises his brow and runs his fingers through my hair.  

“Let’s have sex,” I recall my own voice saying.  Slowly, reality hits me hard.  I remember my lips massaging his…my trying to undress…

I slap a hand against my lips and stared wide-eyed at Junmyeon.  The strange part is that, I’m now fully dressed in PJs.

“Wuh-what…” I stutter as I rolled both my palms and hold it up to my face.  Junmyeon brings my head to rest against his chest again and proceeds to start massaging my temples.  And lemme tell you, if this boy isn’t a part-time nudist, he is definitely a masseur…his touch is so soft but strong, hitting the pressure points with perfection.  

Automatically, my head tosses back and I groan with pleasure.  His chuckle tinges my cheeks in bubblegum pink.  

“Did you…help me get dressed?” I bite my lower lip and murmur.

“Ah, yeah…I didn’t want you to catch a cold,” Junmyeon explains so casually, as if he does this all the time.  Frowning, I rub the back of my neck.    He misinterprets it as my muscles are stiff and brings his hands down to massage the area.  I fail to stifle back a giggle when he brushes over a weak spot.  His gentleman soft smile twitches into a smirk.  Naughtily, he runs his fingertips over that area.

“HEY!” I whip my head around and laugh through my pout.  

“Now, I know your ticklish spot,” he does a pretend-evil cackle.  His goofiness gives me so much life.  “You’re always attacking my weak spot, now I can finally have revenge!” Junmyeon teases.

“What are you talking about?  When have I attacked you?”

“You always tickle my belly!” Junmyeon crinkles his nose and throws me a pretend grumpy pout.  

“When did I…wait…,” I smirk, “So your weak spot is your belly?!” I say as my tickle fingers activate and I attack him on his abdomen.  Mellifluous giggles ring from my ears to his.  The two of us fall against the bed.  Out of breath and weak from laughing so hard, I withdraw my hands but my retreat is Junmyeon’s cue to advance.  I gasp as the handsome male grabs either sides of my waist, rolls me over, and pins me against the bed.  Pupils dart back and forth, the bluish hue of his unique orbs flashes with vibrancy.

“So…about the request you made last night…” he leans over and whispers into my ear.  I gulp.

“Let’s have sex.”

“Wuh-what…request?” I pant from my overactive heart.  My lover strokes my jawline and teases me with a shrug.  “Ah, maybe next time then.”

As he starts to get up, I grab his wrist.  Peering into my fearful but desperate eyes, Junmyeon sits back down on the bed.  An aura of seriousness replaces that of his previous playfulness.  “I’m not who you think I am…” he acknowledges.  With soften expression, he strokes my hair, leans over, and plants a kiss on the center of my forehead.  As I close my eyes, a quiet sigh slips through my lips.  “I’ll make breakfast,” he volunteers and gets up.  This time, I don’t stop him.  

~

“JunMeow-ah, where are you?” The worried potato cat mom in me hunches over, with a cat toy in my hand, to lure out my feline friend.  But the white fluff is nowhere in sight.  With a frown, I join Junmyeon in the kitchen.

“This disloyal cat,” I grumpily murmur.

“Hm?” my lover blinks and pouts as if I had insulted him.

“He keeps running off somewhere.  I bet he has a lover,” I conclude.  As I sip on some apple juice, I narrow my eyes and add, “Maybe multiple lovers…”

“What?  No!  No, he doesn’t!” Junmyeon defends.

Raising my brow, I question, “How do you know?”

He flattens his lips and uses the excuse that the eggs on the pan are burning to avoid my interrogation.

“Either way, I booked an appointment to get him neutered so he won’t be out and about much longer~” I singsong as I slip into my seat on the kitchen counter.

Junmyeon almost drops the pan.  With widened eyes, he brings his free hand protectively over his groan.  

~

“Ahhh!!!” I shrill.

Startled, Junmyeon, who had been reviewing my chemistry homework for mistakes, gets up and sprints over to the bathroom.  He bangs the door but I’m too traumatized to respond.  Another few moments of silence forces the concerned male to kick down the barrier.

I blink.  Reflexively, his oscillating orbs dart down the curvatures of my wet body.  Only clothed in a thin bath towel that highlighted only the most attractive parts, there is not much left for imagination.  Hair sticks against my small face, framing it to perfection.  Water droplets rush down, collecting at the hollows of my collarbone.  Junmyeon is as stiff as a statue at the doorway.  

“mMM!!!” I bounce up and down on my toes and point at a corner of the bathroom.  Still, the stunned man can’t seem to remove his eyes from my body, especially since I wasn’t really being cautious with my movements.  The short hops only causes his mind to go wild when my amble breasts rode along.  It’s not until I squeal again and leap over to him that he finally slaps himself awake.  “Junmyeon!!!  Rat!”

Tilting his had to the side, he follows my pointer finger and catches the little rodent sniffling behind the toilet.  With a smirk, the human cat confidently strides over and lets his shadow hover over the smaller creature.  Immediately, the rat’s eyes widens and it starts to squeeze in between a small gap to avoid capture.  Unfortunately, Junmyeon is too quick for him; in one swift swipe, he lifts the mouse up by the tail.

“AHHHHH!” I scramble as goosebumps rise along my arm.  

With a mischievous grin, Junmyeon starts to walk over to me.  Anxiously, I shake my head and hands until he corners me against the opposite wall.

“It’s kinda cute,” Junmyeon remarks as he observes the dangling rodent.  He holds it up to my face so I could see.

“NO! NO!” I shout but the boy is a little too playful today.

In efforts to get away from my musophobia, I flee through a small escape.  Unfortunately, my escape plan fails when the bottom of my feet battles a wet puddle on the tiled floors.  As my body starts to lose its balance, Junmyeon heaves, tosses the mice into the air to free his hands, and catches me by the waist.  

“Are you—“

PLAT

A furry gray mass blurs my vision.  The rodent had landed right dab on the center of my forehead.  Within Junmyeon’s arms, I stiffen in place, not daring to move a single inch because its sharp razor-blade teeth could easily blind me.

“Jun…Junmyeon…ah…” I whimper through my trembling lips.

With ease, the brave warrior picks up the rodent by its tail again, releasing me of torture.  Immediately, I wash my face.  My reflection is a complete mess; wet hair disheveled with a few matted areas and towel barely clinging against the curve of my breast…but at this moment, I could care less.  Frowning, I cross my arms over my chest and turn to my lover who is laying on his stomach, on the bathroom floor, fooling around with his new friend.  

“What are you doing?” I ask with my brows knitted together.  

To my dismay, he exclaims, “It’s so cute!”

“Kim Junmyeon, are you serious?”

“Can we keep it?!” the kitty boy looks up with a toothy grin.  It immediately falls when he sees the fright written on my face; my eyes toggle with brimming tears.  

Lips rippling, I dash out of the bathroom, calling, “JunMeow-ah…JunMeow, where are you?  I’m being bullied…” I dramatically sob to my cat, who’s been missing for three days.

“I’ll free it to the sewers!!!” Junmyeon, immediately, corrects.

~

“Where are you…?” I whisper as my mind can’t seem to concentrate on my homework when it’s worrying over my missing cat.  It’s been almost a week.

“I’m right here,” Junmyeon, who’s beside me, answers.  “You used the wrong equation for this problem,” he points out as he looks over my assignments.  I throw him a grim look.  Yeah, it’s fun to have Junmyeon around but the thought of my little baby wandering the streets with no yummy fish to eat rocks me with sorrow.  

“I want to go look for JunMeow,” I curl up into a ball and admit.

My tutor’s face softens at my confession. Had he finally captured my heart?

“I’m sure he’ll come back soon,” the handsome male squeezes my hand.  

I peep my head out from my knees and look up at him, questionably.  “How do you know?”

“Tonight.  There’s a chance he will be back tonight,” he reassures.

Slowly, my frown fades away.  Kim Junmyeon may be a mysterious human being but he never breaks any promises.  With his beautiful smile, he reaches out and pinches my pink nose.  

“Don’t worry.  If he knew that you loved him that much, he wouldn’t have left in the first place…” he makes an unconscious confession.  His eyes are distant and a little troubled.  But they’re so gorgeous, especially with his framed specs.  My heart flutters as I grow giddy at the thought of a smart husband.  

“Heh…” I let out a giggle.  

“We’re kinda out of food…” my lover reminds.  Unfortunately, two stomachs empty out the fridge faster than one.    

“Let’s go grocery shopping!” I announce.  Without wasting another second, I slip my fingers through his and tug him along.

“Is it a date?” Junmyeon coyly questions while tightening the grip on my hand.  His grin is not soft and lovely like normal, but cheesy and greasy.  He almost looks like JunMeow after he finishes a good meal.

“Hm…maybe…” I tease while swinging his hand as we skip down the side walk.  I hop to a stop and spin to face him.  “Do you want it to be a date?” I try to hide my hope and bashfulness by boldly asking.  

Junmyeon answers by leaning over and swiftly stealing a quick peck on my lips.  Casually, he starts to walk off, leaving me flailing around like a lovestruck kitten.  Biting my lower lip, I call and chase after him.  With a bright beaming expression, my lover halts in his tracks to allow me to catch up.  My arms naturally find his hip and he throws an arm over my shoulder.  

“Let’s get some yummy food before it rains,” Junmyeon suggests and plants a sweet kiss on the top of my head.  

Excitedly, I nod.  Fish, fish, and more fish.  Chicken, carrots, peas, and green beans.  I pick up some tomatoes and Junmyeon grimaces.  

“You don’t like tomatoes?” I inquire as I marvel at how round and cute the tiny vegetables are.  

My lover shakes his head.  “I’m allergic to them.  But you should get them if you like them,” he encourages, takes the bunch of tomatoes from my hand, and puts it onto the cart.  I beam and nuzzle my head against his arm as if I’m a cat.  Chuckling, he lovingly pets my head.  

As we head to pay for the groceries, we pass the pet aisle.  Automatically, my feet advances forward, as if there is an magnetic pull, pulling me in.  My fingers run across the canned food and kitty litter, stopping at a feather toy shaped like a mouse.  Junmyeon follows behind and puts both his palms on the balls of my shoulders.  

“You think JunMeow would like this?” I ponder out loud, my voice a soft whisper.

“He would love it,” my lover replies.  I turn to him with a sad smile.  “Anything you get him, he would love,” he adds.

“Do you want to pick one out for him too?  When he comes back, you can gift it to him as a first meeting present,” I suggest.  Junmyeon perks up at the idea.  “JunMeow is a little coo-coo when visitors try to play with him.”

“Heh…” the catman anxiously rubs his neck.    

When we exit the store, gray clouds loom over us from above.  With a frown, I create a hand visor and tilt my head up to the gloomy sky that didn’t quite fit the romantic and happy day I was having.  

“It looks like it’s going to rain, we better hurry back,” I say.

My lover tenses up and hesitantly follows me.  He’s abnormally quiet so I try to initiate some surface conversations but all he does is answer with short, “Uh, yeah…” and “Mmhmm…” as his mind is distressed with the bad timing of everything.  Midway home, it starts to drizzle.  I hold my palm out to catch a perfectly round rain droplet.  Giggling, I start to spin in circles.  Sometimes, it’s best to just dance in the rain instead of running away from it, after all.  But I pause as soon as I spot Junmyeon’s agitated expression.  

“Something wrong?” I skip up to him and inquire.

My voice brings him back to reality.  “Uh…uh…hey, I’m sorry.”

I blink as he hands me the bags of groceries, he wouldn’t let me carry at all before.  

“I have an emergency.  I have to go,” he briefs.

Again, I blink.  It starts to pour.  Panicking, Junmyeon darts into the alleyway.  “I’ll be back soon!  Don’t worry!!” his promise fades with the growing distance.  

“Oh…kay…” I reply to an empty alley.  Shrugging the sorrow off, I hold a hand over my head and sprint my way home.  Despite, the effort, I end up drenched.

“Argh, I should have brought an umbrella,” I groan as I stomp up the stairs.  My wet shoes squeak with every step.  With a sigh, I dig in my pockets for my keys.  When I look up at my doorway, I’m greeted by a very soaking soppy white cat.  

“Meow~” he calls.

I drop the grocery bags and get down on my knees.  “JunMeow!!” I shout and throw my arms over him.  “Where have you—“ I start but stop and put him at an arm’s length.  Cringing, I comment, “You smell like a wet cat.”  No duh.  

Scooting him inside the apartment, I struggle but eventually carry the stubborn cat into the bathtub by threatening that either he takes a shower or he’s sleeping on the floor.  As I prepare the pet shampoo and the towels, I can’t help but laugh at his face of doom.

“Why, Honey?  Showers are so therapeutic,” I chuckle.

“Meow >:(,” he groans, which only makes me laugh harder.

“Wanna bathe together, then?  I’m soaked too,” I make a Devil’s bargain purely as a joke.  The cat starts to choke and hack out coughs.  Gasping, I get down on my knees and stroke his back.  “See, look at you, you ran away and caught a cold, you dumb butt,” I half-scold and start to massage the soap into his fur.  His eyes roll back and for the first time in his kitty life, JunMeow discovers that baths can be delightful.  

“Stop running away,” I nag again.

“Meow…” my kitty responds and obediently closes his eyes when I hold the shower head up to his face.

“Is your lover really that pretty?” I hold both his paws and ask.  

“Meow :),” he licks the back of my hands.  

“Hmph,” I pretend to pout, “So you keep leaving me for a pretty girl?  Aren’t I pretty?”

JunMeow blinks.  I throw a towel over his little body to dry him off.  

Picking him up, I state, “Either way, you’re getting neutered tomorrow morning.”

“MEOWEOUWEUIWUEIOUWUEOUWEUOWUEOUUW,” the cat thrashes in my arms.  

A/N: ₍₍(=ච ﻌ ච=) Ya’ll should know me by now, I trollol but sexy time will happen ;p just gonna build up some sexual tension first

Well, that’s if JunMeow doesn’t get neutered first! !?! (Дﾟ≡ﾟДﾟ) ?!!

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