#snarling hissing biting like a cat at the vet when someone with contacts comes near

[shalomniscient]

whats with all of these ‘feixiao’s eyes are too bright’ and ‘give her contacts’ posts i keep seeing. do you mean to say people don’t find the flashlight eyes attractive. how else is my world supposed to be brightened then

[casuallyimagining]

Fix You (1)

hybrid!Min Yoongi x female!reader

Summary: When you take in a stray cat, you have no idea he’s secretly a hybrid trying to escape his past. Can you help him heal?  Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, slow burn, fluff Word Count: 3,660 Rating: M Warnings (may not appear in every part): minor character is a dick to animals, mentions of a gun, main character injury (non-serious), discussion of physical abuse, emotional abuse, discussion of sexual abuse, discussion of self-harm

Notes: This is for the March project for @thebtswritersclub. The prompt word was ‘adventure’ and I mean, what’s more of an adventure than adopting a pet? Banner by @birbdae; thanks to @voiceswithoutlips, @taetaesbaebaepsae​, @hoebii​ and @aroseforyoongi for editing various parts of this for me.

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“That cat got into Rick’s chickens again. Killed a couple chicks. He said he’s going to kill it if he sees it on his property.”

Your dad had said it nonchalantly, barely glancing over his newspaper. Without a second thought, you were out the door. There was no way to be sure, not really, but the sinking feeling in your stomach made you run a little faster down your parents’ driveway.

You could have sworn you saw that cat slinking under Rick’s fence on your walk earlier.

Rick’s property neighbored that of your parents, but you wouldn’t necessarily consider him their neighbor. If you stood on their front porch, you could just barely make out Rick’s house through the stand of trees that served as the property line. Your parents had chosen to let their piece of the world be natural, carving out just enough space for a house and a decent sized yard all those years ago. It had made for some great childhood adventures in the woods: pretending fairies were real, living out your childhood fantasies of being some sort of wizard, making friends with the trees--normal kid stuff.

Rick, on the other hand, had turned his land into farmland, even though he neither farmed nor cared for the land. The vast rolling fields of Rick’s “farm” were mostly bare. He had a pond in one corner on the other side of the property, and he had a small cabin for hunting when game season started. Mostly, though, Rick raised chickens. Annoying things, the chickens were, not unlike Rick himself. It wasn’t uncommon to hear the hens’ incessant clucking from your parents’ house, and the roosters never seemed to shut up.

When you moved to the city to attend college, you were elated to get away from the chickens.

According to your dad, the cat had showed up in the woods a few weeks ago, and it had made an enemy out of Rick almost immediately. The poor thing was skinny--too skinny, like it had been living on the streets for a while--and though its dark fur was ruddy and matted, you could tell it would be a beautiful onyx if taken care of.

As you got closer to Rick’s farm, you heard barking and a sharp yowl, and you hurried in the direction of the sounds, afraid of what you’d find. Rounding the corner of the chicken coop, you gasped in horror.

Rick stood with his back to you, shotgun in his hands. His dog, an old bird hound with caramel spotted fur, had the cat clutched in his mouth, the dog’s teeth sunk directly into the cat’s shoulder. The cat, to its credit, had puffed itself up greatly, its tail nearly double its normal size. It was growling and hissing, and, despite the pain it was almost certainly in, was swiping at the dog with its front claws.

“Call your dog off, Rick.” Your voice was steadier than you thought it would be. You were out of breath from the run over there, and being anywhere near Rick with a gun and his snarling dog made you a little uneasy.

“Fuck off.” The man barely turned his head to you. “Damn cat’s been a pain in my ass since someone dumped it here. It killed four of my chicks.”

“Look at it. Of course it’s going after your chickens. You don’t keep them in their coop. It’s starving.”

“Damn thing should stay at your soft-ass parents’ house if it wants handouts.” Rick cocked his gun, pointing it at the cat. The cat’s copper eyes flashed to Rick at the sound. It looked terrified.

The fact that it knew what a gun was and knew to be afraid of it broke your heart a little bit.

“Call off the dog,” you said again, taking a step toward him, hands splayed out in front of you placatingly. “Calm down. I’ll get the cat out of your hair, and you won’t have to worry about it again.”

“Ain’t going to replace my chickens.” Rick’s voice was gruff, but he lowered the gun.

“I’ll pay for your chickens. Just call off your dog.”

He stared at the cat, the gun clutched in his hands but no longer pointing it at anything. For a second, you thought he was going to sicc the dog on the poor thing just to spite you and make a point. You had a feeling he was the type of person to do that. But after a tense stare down, he whistled through his teeth.

“Drop it,” he commanded the dog. The dog looked to its owner, and he repeated the command. It took a second, but the dog released its bite, and the cat slumped to the ground. Rick regarded the cat with a sneer before turning to you. “Take care of that thing. If I see it on my property one more time, it won’t be so lucky.”

You nodded tensely, and he whistled again. The dog trotted over to Rick’s side and the two walked off. You stared after him for a moment. A pained yowl drew your attention back to the cat.

The cat looked angry, and you didn’t blame it. Its tail was still puffed up, and you could tell that if it hadn’t just been attacked by a dog, its hackles would be straight up. Its copper eyes glared at you, its ears flat against its head. You approached cautiously, and it growled deeply in its throat.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you soothed, crouching down to make yourself less threatening. “I’m going to get you help. Is that okay?”

The cat hissed at you and attempted to back away. It made two limping steps before collapsing into the mud around the coop.

“That’s alright. It’s okay.” You sighed, unsure of your next steps. You didn’t want to traumatize the cat by coming any closer, and you really didn’t want to risk injuring it further by picking it up and having it fight you.

You looked at the cat, blinking slowly when you accidentally made eye contact with it. You had read somewhere that blinking was a way to show a cat that you weren’t a threat, and though you felt kind of silly, at this point, you were willing to try anything.

“What am I going to do with you, kitty?” you questioned, sitting down in the mud. The cat looked at you curiously, as if asking what the fuck you were doing. “I don’t want Rick to hurt you,” you confessed. “I’d like to take you somewhere safe.”

Truthfully, that was part of the reason why you were even visiting your parents. Your mom had told you about the cat, and how it didn’t seem to be wearing any collar, and while you were visiting them you wanted to try to trap it, either to bring it to live with you, or to take it to a nice shelter where it could get a good meal and hopefully find a nice family.

“Can I take you to the vet, at least?” You really were desperate, talking to the cat as if it understood what you were saying. The cat, to its credit, looked at you, copper eyes staring into your face before it blinked, just once, slowly and deliberately.

When you reached out to it, it didn’t growl.

You stood and approached the cat, doing your best not to make any sudden moves. You scooped it up gently, careful not to jostle his left shoulder too much, and cradled it close to your chest.

The walk back to your parents’ house was slow, but the trip to the vet was even slower.

It was a weekend, so the vet in your parents’ sleepy little suburb was closed. You had no choice but to pack your bags back up and make the trek home to the city to take the cat to the 24/7 emergency veterinary hospital.

You tapped your hand on the steering wheel. Traffic wasn’t usually this terrible on a weekend, but there was some sort of sporting event happening, so of course, all the roads into the city were clogged.

Stopped at a red light, you spared a glance toward your passenger seat. The cat laid on his side--it was a him, your mother had confirmed--his breathing labored. You could tell he was still on edge. His tail was still puffed up like a cat-of-nine-tails, and he kept eyeing you warily. But he had let you wrap him in a blanket and carry him to your car, and he had stayed on the seat, almost like he knew it was the safest place for him.

“Almost there, kitty,” you mumbled, changing lanes, finally free of the congestion. “Hang on just a little longer.”

Thankfully, the vet wasn’t busy, and you were able to get in with the assistant almost right away. You explained everything that had happened to her as she examined the cat, tutting slightly as she checked his shoulder.

“There are some punctures, but nothing that’s too worrying. I can bandage it and give you some antibiotics.” The assistant pulled her hand back as the cat swatted at her for touching his shoulder a little too forcefully. “Do you know if he has an owner? It would be helpful to know his shot records.”

You shook your head. “He just showed up in the woods one day.”

“We’ll get him a full round of vaccines, then, too.” Copper eyes met yours, and for a second, you thought you saw a look of concern cross them. But then he blinked, and it was gone.

The vet ordered an MRI, and thankfully, because it was a large veterinary hospital connected with the local university, they were able to do it the same day. So you ended up staying at the vet for two hours as they anesthetized the cat and did the scan. While the cat was waking up, the vet called you into the exam room.

“We checked for a microchip, and there was none,” the vet--Dr. Jung--informed you, his brow furrowed. “Based on the cat’s malnutrition and the condition of the coat, it’s likely he was a stray for at least a few months.” You nodded. The poor cat. “We should have the MRI results soon. I’ll give you a call in a few hours once I get a chance to read them. Normally, since he’s a stray, we would contact our foster network to see if anyone would be able to take him in. But since you brought him in-”

“I’ll keep him,” you said quickly. You were planning on it anyway. Just because he was hurt didn’t mean you were willing to give him up.

“Good.” Dr. Jung smiled at you. “My assistant is wrapping his shoulder now, and we’d like to just monitor him for a few more minutes to make sure he’s coming out of the anesthesia well, but you should be clear to take him home after that.” He placed a box on the table between you. “This is Clavamox. One millilitre twice a day for seven days. I don’t think he’ll develop an infection, but since he was so dirty, I think it’s probably better to be safe.” You nodded and pocketed the box. “We also gave him a rabies shot while he was here. It’s standard because he was bitten. If you notice any symptoms, please call us immediately. Once he’s feeling better, we can get him the rest of the vaccines he needs.”

You nodded. This was a lot all at once. And you didn’t even know what you wanted to call the cat yet.

Dr. Jung seemed to be able to tell you were feeling overwhelmed, because he offered you a comforting smile and patted your shoulder. “I’m going to go check on him. You can come if you want.”

As soon as you entered the room, groggy copper eyes were on you. The poor thing looked stoned out of his mind, but there was recognition there, and that gave you some comfort. At least he wasn’t glaring at you anymore. Dr. Jung’s assistant had wrapped his shoulder, so he had a bandage from his upper left front leg wrapped all the way around his chest and up around his shoulders.

“What are we going to do with you, kitty?” you questioned softly, reaching out and gently placing your hand on his head.

After checking the cat’s vitals one last time, Dr. Jung let you leave.

He was limp in your arms as you carried him into your apartment, still a little drugged up from the anesthesia. The whole way back to your apartment, he had sat in the passenger seat and looked out the window like a drunk, moody college student.

“It’s up to you if you want to stay, kitty,” you told him, gently laying him down on your couch as soon as you kicked your shoes off. Of course you wanted to keep him. You had grown attached to him in the few hours you had been with him. But if he was miserable, you were willing to help him find somewhere that was more suited for his needs.

He tried to stand, succeeding only long enough to give a dramatic wobble before collapsing back into the overstuffed cushion. While he was completely recovered from the anesthesia, Dr. Jung had warned you that the cat might be feeling the side effects for a day or so. You reached out to pet him, but his copper eyes slanted into a glare, and you pulled back.

Assuming the cat was hungry, you left him alone and headed into the kitchen. You had some chicken in the fridge, and you thought maybe he would enjoy some fresh meat he didn’t have to steal. You weren’t sure when his last real meal was, so you wanted to go easy on his digestive system until you knew he was feeling better. You’d have to stop and get cat food at some point, but for now, chicken would do.

You did your best to trim off all the fat from the chicken breast. You knew he wouldn’t mind eating it--cats ate weirder things from fresh kills, after all--but you figured with how thin he was, lean meat would probably be better. Carefully, you cut it up into small, easy-to-chew chunks and put some on a plate, wrapping the rest and putting it into the fridge for later. You used a dropper to evenly spread the required dose of the antibiotics onto the chicken in hopes that it would make it easier to give him the medicine.

Returning to the living room, you noticed that the cat hadn’t moved aside from doing his best to curl up as small as possible in the corner of the couch. You tried not to make eye contact with him as you pulled the blanket from the back of the couch and draped it on the cushions. You weren’t particularly keen on having raw chicken all over your furniture, but you sat the plate on the blanket anyway. There was no way you trusted the cat to be able to jump down off your couch at this point.

“Here’s some chicken, kitty.” You gestured toward the plate, and he eyed it warily, unmoving. You supposed he would feel more comfortable eating if you weren’t in the room. “Don’t leave it too long--it’ll go bad. I have to go do some work. I’ll be in my office if you need me. It’s just down the hall.”  As you stood up, you paused. You were talking to a cat. You were talking to a cat as if it could understand exactly what you were saying.

Maybe your parents were right. Maybe you had been living alone for too long.

Your mother had suggested you get a hybrid when you first moved to the city--a nice, loyal, protective one, like a German shepherd hybrid or a golden retriever--but you had never gone further than passively looking.

You were happy for the hybrids. A majority of them were still owned, but they could move about their lives freely and without question. It was illegal to treat them as servants, and all ownership had to be consensual, though you weren’t sure how well those rules were enforced. You didn’t really understand how someone could just own a hybrid--they were people, after all, even if their DNA was a little altered. It was weird to you, owning another sentient being like that.

Their lives were certainly much better than they had been. Some hybrids were naturally occurring, but others--a majority of them--had been created by rich and powerful individuals and the government in secret during some shady human experiments in the early 20th century. And, of course, because they were experiments, it created a whole host of problems regarding rights and discrimination.

But despite all the improvements, there was still a long way to go. There was nothing wrong with owning a hybrid if it was consensual, but that didn’t mean you were necessarily comfortable with it.

After a few hours of sitting at your desk working on your most recent graphic design project for work, you turned away and stretched. If you had to stare at the color chartreuse for ten more minutes, you thought you would go blind. It was time to check on the cat anyway, and you wanted to make sure you threw away any chicken that was left on the plate you had given him so he wouldn’t get sick.

When you entered the living room, you were immediately confused. The cat was gone, but so was your blanket. The plate was still on the couch, almost exactly where you left it, but it was entirely empty. Wonderful. You had taken in some sort of Houdini cat.

You grabbed the plate and put it in the sink, trying to look for your blanket as you went. You found it when you returned to the living room, the corner sticking out from under your TV stand. There was just enough space between the bottom shelf and the floor for the cat to fit under, and apparently he had taken the blanket with him. You couldn’t really blame him--it was April, and it was late evening, and your floors were still a little chilly.

“Hey kitty?” you called, bending down to see if you could see him under the shelf. You had thought about it while working, and at this point, you were just going to lean into the whole ‘talking to the cat like he’s a person’ thing. “It’s starting to get late. I’m going to go get ready for bed, okay?” You could just barely see his copper eyes hidden all the way under the TV stand. His pupils were blown wide to capture all the ambient light they could. “You can explore or whatever you’re comfortable with tonight, but please don’t ruin my stuff. Please be a good kitty.”

He blinked once and continued to stare blankly at you.

“Okay, well… if I don’t see you, goodnight.”

You stood and headed off to your bathroom to start your nightly routine. It only took you about a half an hour, but you were soon laying down in bed with your book. You had started it a few days ago, but you were hooked, and you were already almost done with it. The author had managed to somehow insert a space alien robot into today’s modern digital age, and you found it fascinating. You would never look at social media and influencers the same way after reading this book.

It was cozy in your room with the little bedside lamp on, snuggled up in your blankets. Your bed was soft--it was one of those that you could change it using a remote to fit your mood and preference, but you almost always preferred it soft--and you had plenty of blankets and pillows to make it comfortable.

You only had a few pages left when you noticed it, the shadow lingering in the hallway, slowly getting closer to your open bedroom door. It started out against the wall across the hall. When you next looked up after glancing down to your book, the shadow had moved to your doorway. He even had turned his head away like he was pretending it was a coincidence that he had ended up in your room.

He was walking with a slight limp, which was unsurprising given the bandage and the fact that he was attacked not even 12 hours before. He was much more lucid than he was when you first brought him home, though you could tell he was still a little groggy. You didn’t say anything to him--you figured if you did, he would bolt, so you let him do what he wanted.

After a few minutes--maybe 15 or 20--you closed your book quietly, careful not to startle the cat. You glanced at the doorway and didn’t see him, so you put your book on your nightstand and turned off the light. It took you a second, but you snuggled down into the blankets, pulling them tightly around you. You were just about to drift off when you felt it.

Something landed gently on your bed by your feet. It paused for a moment before slowly making its way up the bed to your head, its gait uneven. When it got to the other pillow, it laid down. You risked opening an eye then, and were met with copper eyes staring back at you.

He watched you warily, as if waiting for you to yell or kick him off the bed. When you didn’t, his eyes narrowed, and he slowly allowed himself to lay down, his head on his paws, curled up as best as he could be.

You fell asleep to the sound of him snoring lightly.

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[taestfully]

Your pet hates them

Request: Exo reaction to their girlfriend/boyfriend’s pet hating them & being a cockblock

A/N: Hope you enjoy, anon! Sorry for the long wait 🥺

Xiumin 

“I’m really excited about you meeting her,” you told Minseok as the two of you walked towards your front door. “She’s really sweet. I think she’ll like you!”

Minseok chuckled. “I can’t wait to meet your cat, sweetie. I feel like this is a big step in our relationship, you know.”

Your keys jingled as you searched for the right one to unlock your door. You smiled back at your boyfriend as you heard door unlock, pushing it forward to allow you inside. Once inside, you put your hand on Minseok’s chest. “Wait here,” you said before running further into the house to get your cat.

When you came back with the cat in your arms, Minseok smiled. “There you are! It’s nice to meet you!” When he reached a hand out to pet her she hissed, extending a clawed paw out towards him. He retracted his hand immediately. “Oh!”

“Snowball, no!” you scolded, surprised. You looked back at Minseok who was nursing what looked like a scratch on his hand. “Oh no, she hurt you!”

Minseok shook his head, smiling awkwardly. “It’s fine, really.” Despite his words, you saw the disappointment in his eyes. You felt so bad. You knew how much he loved cats.

You sighed and gave Snowball a frustrated glance before setting her down on the floor. She wasted no time in running out of the room. You took your boyfriend’s hand. “I’m so sorry, Min. She’s never acted that way before.”

“Maybe she didn’t like me,” he said jokingly, though it didn’t seem all that funny.

You shook your head, smiling reassuringly. “That’s definitely not it.”

Suho

You were so grateful for Junmyeon’s patience. You really were. You knew it must’ve took everything in him to deal with your temperamental cat who seemed to have a vendetta against him. You’ve never seen your cat be so hateful to someone since you’ve had him. You didn’t know what it was. As far as you knew, Junmyeon had done nothing to make your cat dislike him. And despite the cat’s hatred for him, your boyfriend still decided to go with you to take your cat to the vet.

“Thank you for this,” you said, gesturing to your cat who sat in his crate in the back seat of the car. “I’m glad you’re coming with me.”

“Of course,” Junmyeon replied. “Not even the cat from hell can keep me from spending time with you, sweetheart. Besides, he’s pretty tolerable when he’s locked up.” You saw the look he shot your cat through the rear view mirror.

You chuckled. “He’s not the cat from hell. He’s actually sweet....just not to you.”

Junmyeon smirked. “Yeah, exactly, not to me.”

“I don’t know what’s not to like, though. I sure do like you. A lot.” You winked at him, making him smile.

“At least someone likes me, yeah?” Junmyeon leant over to kiss you, but the sound of an aggressive hiss halted him. He sighed and you could see the obvious annoyance on your boyfriend’s face. “Just remember I’m doing this for you.”

You smiled sheepishly.

Lay

Yixing was a total sweetheart. A gentle soul whom everyone adored, including animals. You were so sure your cat would like him. Besides, your cat had never shown aggression to anyone before. When you walked Yixing into your home and he’d met your cat, everything seemed okay. You noticed your cat wasn’t as sociable as she usually was, but thought nothing of it.

“She’s usually a lot more outgoing than this,” you told Yixing as you looked at your cat. “She usually walks right up to anyone who walks in the door.”

Yixing shrugged, smiling. “Maybe she’s just being shy today.” He reached for your hand to pull you near him, hands going to rest at your sides. You smiled as he leant down to kiss you, lips brushing against one another softly.

Your cat didn’t like that, though. She went from wearily watching from her spot to standing up with her back arched and hissing. The two of you broke apart quickly to look at her. “Whoa, she’s never hissed like that before.”

“I wonder if it’s me,” Yixing questioned.

You shook your head. “No, that can’t be.”

Yixing went towards her, hand outstretched to pet her. But before he could get close enough, your cat swatted a paw at him in warning, making him jump back. Yixing looked back at you with wide eyes.

You sighed. You didn’t know how you were going to deal with this.

Baekhyun

There was no denying that your dog did not like Baekhyun. At all. Which was really odd considering your boyfriend was a dog himself just in human form. You figured the two of them would’ve gotten along swimmingly. Instead, anytime Baekhyun was over he had to tread carefully as to not piss your dog off. One sure way to make your dog go nuts was Baekhyun touching you. You didn’t know why your dog was so protective of you, but Baekhyun couldn’t even lay so much as a finger on you without fear of being bitten.

But that was forgotten one night when what started out as simple kisses turned into a heated, passion-filled make out on your couch. The two of you were so into it, uncaring of your surroundings and only worried about the feeling of your lips together. But when Baekhyun pushed you backwards to hover over you, your dog who had been tucked away in a corner went mad.

Baekhyun had barely enough time to move his hand away before your dog’s teeth could reach it. “Hey!!”

You groaned. “I forgot all about him.”

You heard your boyfriend let out a breath. You looked up at him to see him glaring down at your dog. “I almost just lost a finger! Maybe next time we should lock him in another room, yeah?”

Chen

Things had started to get heated on the ride home. You didn’t even know how the two of you made it home when the entire car ride Jongdae had his hands all over you. But you didn’t care. In that moment all you cared about was getting inside and to your bed where the two of you desperately wanted to be.

His lips were at your neck as soon as the two of you crossed the threshold of the doorway. You were both a mess as you tried to discard your clothes as quickly as possible without having to lose any contact at all. All the while Jongdae tried to maneuver you to the bedroom. You landed on the bed in a mess of limbs and sighs of each other’s names. And just when things started to get really hot, the sound of your dog’s bark broke through the haze of desire that floated around in the room.

You stopped immediately and pulled away, making Jongdae whine at the loss of contact. “I forgot about my dog’s kennel being in here.”

Jongdae sighed and leant down to kiss you again. “It’s okay, let’s just ignore him.”

“I can’t. For whatever reason my dog hates you and never shuts up when you’re around. And the sound of a dog barking is kind of a turn off.”

Jongdae groaned and shot a glare at your dog. “We’re going over to my place next time!”

You smirked. “But the guys are there.”

“Who cares! At least they’re not going to bark at us while we’re getting it on!”

Chanyeol

You really didn’t know what you were expecting when you introduced Chanyeol to your dog, but the two of them glaring each other down from opposite sides of your living room definitely wasn’t it. You had thought everything was going to be fine. Instead, the moment Chanyeol stepped through the door your dog launched himself at your boyfriend to bite at his ankles. Now, you were sitting in the middle with your dog on one side of the room and Chanyeol on the other.

“Yeol, I’m so sorry. I didn’t expect him to act this way,” you said, frowning.

Chanyeol shook his head while maintaining eye contact with your dog. “It’s fine, babe. He’s just challenging me, is all.”

You quirked an eyebrow at him. “Challenging?”

“His dominance is being threatened. Another male has entered his territory.” He said it so seriously you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Are you really being competitive about this? Yeol, just let it be. Maybe he’ll warm up to you.”

Chanyeol straightened his posture, setting his shoulders back. “Can’t do that. I’ll prove my dominance to him. He’ll see who the real alpha male is soon.”

As if to spite Chanyeol, your dog decided at that moment to bark, startling your boyfriend.

D.O.

It was as if your dog was set on keeping the two of you apart. Kyungsoo couldn’t even think about touching you without your dog trying to tear him to shreds. Your dog would even situate himself between the two of you any chance he got as if he needed to protect you from your own boyfriend.

Your dog was probably happy when you had to send Kyungsoo off on tour. And while Kyungsoo was gone, your dog was the sweetest little angel. You wondered what it was about your boyfriend that unsettled your dog so much.

When Kyungsoo arrived home from tour, walking through the door to see your smiling face, you forgot all about your dog and ran into his arms. You were too happy about seeing Kyungsoo again to care about anything else. Kyungsoo held you close until the all too familiar growl from your dog reached your ears.

“No! Don’t growl at him!” you scolded, your index finger pointed at the dog in warning. Your dog didn’t listen, however, and kept growling.

Kyungsoo sighed, tired and defeated. “Nothing’s going to make that dog like me, (y/n). You know that.”

You frowned. “It’s just so frustrating. I can’t even hug you without my dog trying to attack you.”

Kyungsoo shot a glare at your dog when your dog growled again. “We could always put him in another room.”

You looked at your dog as he continued to snarl at Kyungsoo and suddenly that didn’t seem like such a bad idea anymore.

Kai

You were so excited to see Jongin after he’d been gone on tour for so long that you paid your dog no mind. You didn’t even stop to think about how your dog would react to Jongin, the two never having met before. Your dog was pretty moody and really only liked you, so meeting new people was a bit of a challenge with him.

The moment you saw Jongin walking up your driveway you bursted through the door to meet him, jumping into his arms the second he got close enough. He laughed as he caught you. “I’ve missed you!” You shouted into his chest.

“I’ve missed you too,” he replied as he kissed your head. Jongin held you tight. The two of you enjoyed each other’s embrace until you heard your dog barking. You turned around to watch as your dog bolted out of the door towards Jongin, the latter running away in shock.

You didn’t know what to do as your dog chased your boyfriend around the yard until finally you were to catch him by his collar, stopping his assault on your poor boyfriend.

Jongin stood there out of breath. “I didn’t know you had a dog!”

You smiled sheepishly. “Uh, yeah, I do. Did I not mention that?”

Jongin gave you a look. “Nope.”

You sighed as you took your dog back inside. You hoped your dog would grow to like Jongin, but until then, you had to figure out how to peacefully have these two in the same room.

Sehun

Sehun took your cat not liking him so personally. When you brought your cat over to his house, he hadn’t expected to be rejected so harshly. He tried to hide his disappointment for your sake, but you could tell by the firm set of his jaw that he wasn’t happy.

“Sehun, it’s okay. She’s like this with a lot of people, especially new people,” you said in hopes of consoling your pouting boyfriend.

Sehun frowned and turned his head away like a bratty child who didn’t get what they wanted. “It’s fine, really. I’m fine.”

You smirked. “No you’re not. You’re upset that my cat doesn’t like you.”

Sehun glared at your cat as he crossed his arms over his chest. Your cat looked back at him and hissed. Sehun scoffed and you couldn’t help but laugh. “I don’t see what’s so funny.”

You kept laughing. He was being so ridiculous. You had no clue that your cat liking him meant so much to Sehun. “You’re pouting, Sehun.”

“I am not.”

You quirked a brow at him and smiled knowingly. “Uh huh, sure you’re not.” When Sehun rolled his eyes you put your cat down on the floor and walked over to sit in his lap. You kissed his cheek. “For what it’s worth, I like you.”

Sehun grumbled at you yet you could tell that your affection was working on him when his hand rose to rest at your hip to pull you closer.