#catwon

The race of life is a race Jungwon knows all too well. He’s been running for dear life since he was a teenager, after all. And now that he’s just turned the ripe age of 22—the golden years, the supposed peak of his youth, Jungwon finds himself completely, utterly exhausted. 

If he looks at things from the brightest side possible, he supposes he’s done and accomplished things that most people don’t get to experience in their entire lifetimes. He’s met a variety of people, dabbled in multiple forms of art, and explored about half of the world—all of which he is grateful for.

But Jungwon is also tired.

The downside of experiencing everything in your late-teens to early-twenties is that you have more than half a lifetime left to figure out what you want to do. Sure, he can continue making music, which, don’t get him wrong, he loves more than anything in the world—but when he’s exhausted every single facet of music, what was he going to do? Without music, what is he? Who is he?

Jungwon lets out a sigh that comes out in a puff of vapour, sniffling as he attempts to shake the negative thoughts from his head. He takes a moment to admire the nature reflected in the Han river, a sight he has seen hundreds of times before, and yet, doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of it. He somehow manages to quieten his worrywart inner voice, all his worries washing away with the feeling and sound of the chilling winter winds against his face. 

Despite it being in the wee hours of the morning, the park is sparsely filled with people. Some are running, some simply passing by on their way somewhere, some spending time with their loved ones before reality sets back in with the day’s first light. 

Speaking of reality, Jungwon lets out another sigh, hanging his head in defeat, fully aware that he should be going home and that his manager is waiting for him back at his dorm, probably worried sick that Jungwon has been very pointedly ignoring his frantic calls and texts. All the relief he received from his walk is undone in the wake of his insurmountable responsibilities and Jungwon—though extremely begrudgingly—relents, pushing himself away from the railing that separates him from the water, and starts in the direction of home. 

With every step he takes, he feels like he’s trudging through quicksand. He’s expecting a dressing down from his equally worrywart manager, and it’s in these times that he’s glad he’s the leader. He knows he would have given it to one of the members if they went missing in the wee hours of the night. Even though he’s not getting it from a leader, he is also expecting at least an exchange of words with Heeseung, or maybe even Jay, if they’re not asleep that is. But even if none of these authoritative figures in his life were to berate him for his disappearance, it is without a doubt that Jungwon would drown in his own guilt at just a concerned glance from any of them. He knows what they’re all thinking, even if they don’t say a word. They’re more concerned than angry, they just want Jungwon to make good and safe decisions, they just hope that he’s okay and he can come to them whenever he needs. He knows them inside out, expects their worry, their silence, their every move before they can make them.  

One thing that Jungwon is not expecting, however, is the very timid, very faint, very feeble sound of a cat’s meow. 

He stops in his tracks and surveys the ground around him first, initially thinking his brain had conjured up the sound as an excuse to not go home. But when he hears its anguished mewls again, he widens his search radius, veering off the path to search between the blades of grass, absolutely certain that there is a cat in distress and he has to save it because he is inherently benevolent and it is his duty as an upstanding citizen and self-proclaimed cat-lover. 

Jungwon experiments by meowing back to the cat and is elated to discover that the little guy replies as best as it can, leading Jungwon right to him with his feeble meows. The little guy is trapped underneath the root of a tree, its tail seemingly pinned under a branch and Jungwon’s eyes soften, heart sinking at the predicament the cat is in and the little desperate meows it lets out once it sees Jungwon. 

One more thing that Jungwon absolutely does not expect is for someone to run right into him just as he’s about to save the poor little cat. 

Your elbow hits him right in the sternum, knocking all the air out of his lungs, and before he knows it, his back makes contact with the cold grass. Jungwon groans in pain, back and chest sore as he looks down to the perpetrator who had been completely kept out of harm’s way thanks to Jungwon himself being in said way. He almost wants to click his tongue in annoyance at the situation but holds himself back, still entirely consumed by his mission to save Mr. Cat. 

“If you’re okay, would you mind getting up please?” Jungwon voices out. Now, a little more oriented, he concludes the perpetrator is a girl, praying to God that she’s not an overzealous fan vying for his attention. When he is met with silence and absolutely no action, he hesitantly and carefully places a hand on her shoulder to shake her awake. 

What Jungwon once again doesn’t expect is for her to crumple up his hoodie in her fists and let out a wail.

“I’m sorryyyyy,” you wail, finally lifting your head to face Jungwon, tears spilling down the side of your round cheeks. “I really didn’t see youuu… I’m soooo sorryyy.”

Jungwon is frozen in place, completely and utterly unsure of what the hell he is meant to do in this insane and unbelievable situation. Seriously, what are the odds of this happening to anyone, let alone him out of all people? 

“How about… let’s, um, let’s sit up first, shall we?” Jungwon says, unsure if you’d heard any of it at all, your wails completely drowning out the sound of his very tired, very disgruntled voice. When he sees your tears drip down the curve of your jaw and sink right into the fabric of his hoodie, he lets out a disgruntled sigh. He should have just gone home.

To his surprise and relief, you had heard his words, slowly but surely retreating from his chest as you wiped tears—and he swears, mucus that he can only pray did not come anywhere near his being—from your face. Finally free from the weight of your head against his chest, Jungwon sits himself up too, stretching out his neck and testing his joints in case anything had been hurt in the fall. To his relief, aside from a little soreness from the impact, all his joints and bones seemed to be intact. 

Jungwon then turns his attention to you. Now upright and in significantly better spirits at the knowledge that he’s not hurt, he observes you properly as you shyly continue wiping your tears on the cuff of your sleeve despite the outrageous fuss you had just made that was, in Jungwon’s opinion, far from something someone who looked as shy as you did now would have done. 

And at this point, Jungwon should expect the unexpected, because just as he’s about to get up and call it a night, your gaze finds his and he is unequivocally transfixed. 

Under the glow of moonlight, your wet eyelashes sparkle like glittering jewels. Your nose is red from the cold or from crying, plump cheeks flushed in a similar fashion, a colour he likens to that of blushing, blooming cherry blossoms in the spring. And then, he notices your pouting lips; your seemly neck; your smooth, fluffy hair; your dainty ears. When Jungwon’s gaze circles back to your eyes, he feels himself gulp, suddenly so extremely aware of how you are perched politely on the grass, right between his legs. 

“I’m so sorry,” you apologise again through sniffles, offering Jungwon the softest, most apologetic gaze you can manage. His heart slams against his chest in one decisive thud and he feels all the air rush out of his lungs for the second time that night. 

Before Jungwon can recollect himself to respond, you continue in a flurry of words and excuses to justify the events that have just occurred. “I’m, I, I’ve been running around all night and I’m so tired but I…” 

You sniff and Jungwon braces himself for another wail but you decidedly keep it in, not wanting to spill your emotions onto this random stranger for the second time in one night. Once was already far too embarrassing for you to bear.

“I lost my cat and I’ve been trying to find him. And I’m scared he’s hurt because he always comes back safe and sound. And he knows his way back to my apartment, so the only logical reason he didn’t come back is because he’s hurt. And what if… what if… what if he’s dead???” 

At the mention of your cat, Jungwon lets out a huff of relief and amusement. He patiently lets you finish your rant, allows you to air out your feelings before springing into action. 

“I think I can help you with that,” he muses gently, smiling kindly as he rises to his feet, seemingly leading you just a few steps away to the foot of a tree. “Right there,” he says softly, pointing between the roots to your sweet, poor boy trapped between the branches. 

You gasp in shock, surprise, relief, just every emotion in the entire world, heart breaking even more when it meows up at you, cries for help increasing as you carefully remove the branches trapping him. You scoop him up into your arms with all the tenderness in the world, inspecting his body and you stop in horror when you see blood staining the fur on his tail and small scratches that reveal his pink flesh. You feel tears well up in your eyes all over again. 

“Yeah, his tail looks like it needs to be looked at,” Jungwon chimes in. “I think there’s a vet nearby here if you’re—”

“Oh, my Jungwonnn, it’s my fault. I’m sorry, my little Jungwonie,” you coo, tears brimming in your eyes as you nuzzle your face into the cat. It continues to mewl in pain, though his cries seem to be slightly less heartbreaking than when he was trapped, relieved at the sight of rescue. 

Human Jungwon, on the other hand, is once again, frozen completely still, feet rooted in place at the outrageous shit he’s just heard. 

“Did… you just call your cat… Jungwon?” 

You frown, turning around to look at the man behind you, who for some reason, looks absolutely shell-shocked. Maybe he’s not good with blood? 

“Yeah?” you answer in confusion. Jungwon just simply stares at you as you pay him no mind and continue examining Cat Jungwon, like your honey-soaked gaze alone will cure him. You wish it was that easy. 

“I found him in a garden,” you break the silence, looking up from Cat Jungwon to offer Jungwon a small smile. You begin gently bouncing Cat Jungwon up and down, cooing and stroking his fur gently, like one would to soothe a wailing baby. “That’s why I named him Jungwon.”

Jungwon hesitantly steps closer, holding his hand out, leveling you with an inquisitive gaze and for Cat Jungwon to sniff, waiting for both of your approvals before he moves to stroke the cat as gently as he can. Cat Jungwon seems apprehensive at first, but when he feels Jungwon’s warm, lithe fingers scratch the area behind his ear, it preens, leaning into Jungwon’s touch, enjoying his affection like a reward for all the cat has been through. 

“This isn’t the first time he’s done this,” you start suddenly. Jungwon shifts his gaze to you, not expecting you to begin a conversation. He watches you as you watch Cat Jungwon with unadulterated affection, eyes looking at the cat with so much love that he can basically see the honey dripping from your warm gaze. His eyes drop to the cat when you continue talking. 

“I’ve done everything to stop him from escaping. But somehow, he keeps outsmarting me. I used to think he was just running away. But when he broke out again last week, I found him near my university on my way home. I realised that every time he breaks out, he’s trying to find me.” You pause and your hands stop halfway through Cat Jungwon’s fur, letting out a sigh as you look off into the distance, mood souring even more at the thought of Cat Jungwon scouring through countless neighbourhoods in Korea just so he could find you and bring you back home. You don’t deserve this cat.

Jungwon continues to stay silent, simply admiring your moment with Cat Jungwon. He doesn’t think he’s seen anyone have such a strong connection with anything. Hell, even his connection to music dulls in comparison to the connection you seem to have with your cat. Jungwon begins to reflect on all the people and things he loves, all the things he has connected with and how deep the connections are. Now, he does have a deep connection with a multitude of things—the members, his music, his fans—but in this moment, despite all that he has, he suddenly has the really difficult, really ugly feeling of petulance, now cognisant of the fact that there is still something he’s missing.

“Jungwon-ah,” you coo, snatching Jungwon out of his thought process to see that you have moved to hold Cat Jungwon up so that the feline is facing you. You level the cat with a pout full of faux-frustration because yes, you’re upset it got hurt, but you can’t possibly stay mad at it for more than a millisecond. Jungwon finds the pinch in your brow particularly endearing. 

“Why do you keep running around? Just stay still, I’ll always come running back to you,” you lecture the cat, though he seems utterly uninterested in what you have to say with the way it avoids your gaze. 

And once again, Jungwon stops, your words ringing in his ear. He thinks back to his walk, the inner turmoil he was struggling with only twenty minutes ago, and is astounded by the aptness of your words. He watches as you continue to speak to your cat, awestruck and in disbelief at how much impact you have unknowingly had on him already. 

In the twenty minutes he has interacted with you, you have somehow simultaneously challenged him and comforted him through his time of uncertainty and worry. He thinks back to how you had run into him, how you looked under the glow of the moonlight, even how you handle your cat with such tenderness now, and he wonders if maybe this is what he has been missing this entire time. 

It’s not very often that Jungwon does something unexpected, something impulsive. Maybe you could count when he auditioned to become an idol or when he entered a survival show in his desperate bid to debut. But honestly after that, everything in Jungwon’s life was and has been meticulously planned right down to the shoes he wears. 

So, when he finds himself sitting in the waiting room of a twenty-four hour pet hospital at three in the morning, it’s safe to say that this is quite literally the most impulsive thing he’s ever done in the twenty-two years he’s been on this earth. 

He watches you at the front desk as you speak to the receptionist, a deep crease in your brow, nose still stuffy from the cold (and possibly from your little breakdown), cheeks dusted a sweet pink that makes his own warm and his heart thud a little harder at the observation. 

He doesn’t know what came over him when he offered to show you to the clinic he mentioned earlier. And he certainly has no idea what came over him when he took a seat and insisted he stay until Cat Jungwon has been seen by the veterinarian, until he knows that Cat Jungwon is safe and sound.

Jungwon continues to watch as you fly by the procedures, filling in forms and answering every question the receptionist throws at you. It’s not long before Cat Jungwon is placed on what he assumes is the animal version of a gurney and is whisked away to see the doctor with you trailing along closely.

All of a sudden, he is left in a deafening silence, the waiting room now void of any form of life aside from him. Now alone, Jungwon releases the tension he didn’t know he was holding in his body, feeling his body soften and his back meld to the chair beneath him—like butter in a warm pan. And with nothing else to do, he looks out the window to the empty, dimly lit street outside.

After all the chaos that has ensued over the past half an hour, Jungwon welcomes the tranquil silence with open arms, reminding him that this was the entire purpose of his walk—peace and quiet. With his heartbeat slowing, he can feel a dull throbbing behind his eyes, suddenly made aware of just how tired he is—a tiredness that has seeped through his skin and into his bones, one that he tries but can’t quite get rid of with just sleep. 

The distant murmurs behind the doors of the doctor’s room bring him an uncanny comfort, acting as white noise, like the sound of rain or crashing waves against the shore as he begins to nod off. He fails a few times, jerking awake when his head grows too heavy and falls, and every time, he adjusts his position, until he finds the perfect position, the perfect state of equilibrium for him to take a short nap that he believes he deserves.

Except, his phone begins buzzing menacingly in his pocket, ripping him from that perfect limbo between consciousness and unconsciousness, and Jungwon can feel anger bubbling deep inside his chest as his eyes snap open and he blows his bangs out of his eyes in frustration. 

He doesn’t even bother checking the caller ID before he is petulantly grunting out a grumpy, “What?” into the phone.

“That’s hyung to you,” Jay admonishes from the other side of the phone. His voice is coarse and low, and Jungwon already knows that he has probably been shaken awake by their frantic manager whose calls Jungwon has been declining for the past few hours. 

“What, Hyung?” Jungwon, ever the obedient younger brother, replies pointedly, making sure to enunciate the word just for Jay. He snickers quietly when he hears Jay click his tongue in annoyance, but no matter how annoyed Jay may be at Jungwon, he somehow always remains patient, evident in the way he sighs and simply lets Jungwon’s attitude slide in favour of asking, “Where the hell are you?”

Jungwon ponders for a while, split between brushing off the question and answering truthfully. He supposes there is no harm in telling Jay where he is. The only thing discouraging him from doing so is just how tedious and annoying it would be to have to explain everything to him now. All Jungwon wants to do is to sit in silence and not talk so that he can save energy to talk to you. 

He pauses at that thought, goes over it again in his head, and deduces that he really needs to get some sleep. The brain fog must be really getting to him if he’s thinking these things about someone he’s just met. 

It’s not to say that he didn’t enjoy the casual conversation the two of you had during the walk to the vet. Albeit short-lived, it was inexplicably pleasant and Jungwon had decided he liked the cadence of your voice and the way your mouth wrapped around your words. So, he supposes he does want to talk to you more, but it’s just because he’s curious and wants to learn more about you. Yeah, that had to be the reason behind that thought. Definitely not because he likes the way your mouth curves into that shy smile and definitely not because of the way you looked when you cuddled your face against Cat Jungwon in the most adorable way as the two of you walked. Right, definitely not because of that.

“Hello?”

Jungwon is dragged back to reality by Jay’s irritated tone and he realises he’d drifted off. Damn that brain fog.

“Right, sorry,” he starts, then pauses because while lost in that brain fog, he’d forgotten to decide if he was going to tell Jay his whereabouts… Screw it.

“I’m at a vet near the Han River.” 

A silence stretches out as Jungwon’s words process in Jay’s sleep-addled brain, the gears working hard to get his brain going when all he wants to do is not deal with this and go back to sleep. 

Jay lets out a sigh heavy with the burden of being one of the oldest of the group. He knows Jungwon is an adult and that he can do whatever he wants, but sometimes, Jay wishes that he would be a little less stubborn and petulant. He hates having to parent Jungwon, and he knows Jungwon hates it too, but he’s too responsible to let this go. So, he sits up, puts on his hyung hat, and puts his foot down. 

“Look, I don’t know why the hell you’re at a vet near the Han River at three in the goddamn morning, but the least you could do is answer Yuki hyung,” Jay says sternly. “I know you’re having a hard time and you want your peace and quiet, but we have all been worried sick, I mean, who knows where you could have been?”

Jungwon feels a pang of guilt in his chest. Out of habit, his front teeth sink into the plush flesh of his bottom lip to prevent his frantic apologies from slipping out, lest he interrupt Jay and incite more of his frustration.

“I’m sorry, Jay hyung.”

“Yeah, I know. But really, what’s gotten into you? It’s not like you to disappear like this. I swear Yuki hyung damn near called the police…”

Jay’s nagging fades into the background as the door to the doctor’s room swings open, startling Jungwon slightly. With his phone to his ear, he looks up to see you with Cat Jungwon in your arms, little leg bandaged up neatly, and the sweetest, warmest smile on your face. 

If Jay’s nagging didn’t wake Jungwon up, the sight of you sure did. All sleep and any sign of fatigue have been washed away with the sight of your refreshing smile and the sound of your angelic voice as you call out to Jungwon.

“Hey! Jungwon’s all good. The doctor gave him some antibiotics and this cutie took it like a champ. Such a good boy, Jungwon,” you report to Human Jungwon, cooing and praising Cat Jungwon like he’d survived some sort of vicious attack, as opposed to the reality of him just getting stuck beneath a bunch of branches like an idiot. 

Well, if there’s one (other) thing Jungwon and that cat have in common, it’s the fact that they’re both idiots, because all Jungwon can do right now is smile up at you dopily as you lovingly praise and pet your cat for doing what Jungwon deems as the bare minimum. Jungwon thinks that if he had you cheering him on in the adorable way you’re doing so right now, he could deal with this whole career crisis he was lamenting about earlier. Jungwon also thinks he really needs to sleep.

Jungwon is once again pulled from his stupor when you gasp softly, worried gaze flickering between him and his phone that he doesn’t remember abandoning on the seat beside him. 

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were on a call,” you apologise sweetly, gaze so warm and apologetic that Jungwon feels his heart lurch in his chest, feeling like melting candlewax as you continue to look at him. But then, he can roughly make out Jay’s muffled voice as he repeatedly calls out Jungwon’s name, tone growing in volume and agitation.  

As his eyes widen and he scrambles to pick up the phone, Jungwon realises that he’s done for. Jay had already been upset over Jungwon’s uncharacteristic irresponsibility, and now it probably looked like he had ignored his lecturing entirely.

“Hyung—” Jungwon answers, but he is cut off and met with a barrage of insults from a now fully pissed off Jay. Jungwon winces and glances up hesitantly at you, your worried gaze still on him as he gets cussed out. 

“You damn brat, where did you go? I’ve been calling you for two minutes! Did you even hear a word of what I said?” 

“Yes, Hyung. I’m sorry, I’ll be back soon. I gotta go. Bye,” Jungwon says quietly and quickly as he turns from your gaze in utter embarrassment. But Jungwon doesn’t quite know how bad this situation can get, because in his hurried bid to hang up the phone, he presses the one button that he shouldn’t have. And it feels exactly like Pandora’s Box, where the forbidden box has been opened and all the horrible things are now coming into the world.

“Yang Jungwon, don’t you dare hang up on me,” Jay warns as his voice blasts through the silent and empty waiting room. Jungwon freezes in place, utterly unsure what on earth he should do. He feels his neck and ears turn red, flushing all the way down to his chest in embarrassment, like he’s been stripped naked and laid bare for you and your damn cat to see. 

To make matters worse, Cat Jungwon meows in response to the call of Jungwon’s name, and he wants the ground to swallow him whole, or he wants to run away, or for time to turn back to just a minute ago when everything was perfect and you were singing him (Cat Jungwon) praises and he was admiring your sweet smile. 

Jungwon watches as your expression morphs through the different thoughts running through your head, from confusion, to doubt, to realisation all in the matter of milliseconds. And when you open your mouth to say something, Jungwon groans and promptly hangs up his call with Jay, springing to his feet as he inches his way towards the exit.

“I think I should probably head back now—”

“Waittt…… Is your name Jungwon too?” you interrupt, completely ignoring his attempt at an escape, grin amused as you hold back your laughter. 

Jungwon somehow flushes redder at your words, and if this were any other situation, he would be caught up on the downright adorable smile you’re giving him. But right now, all Jungwon can do is groan in embarrassment and bury his face in his hands as your laughter finally spills free at the absurdity of the situation. 

Jungwon is absolutely unsure of what he can even do to rectify this situation, to rectify your view of him that has been completely shattered all thanks to his slippery fingers and Jay. But he's not even able to get a word in because Jay is calling him again, and the receptionist calls for you to collect Cat Jungwon’s medication. 

Jungwon shifts his gaze from his ringing phone to you and feels all the wind in his lungs rush out when his gaze meets your own, eyes curled as you calm down from your laughter to level him with a gaze that he can only describe as fond. 

“Sorry,” you start, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious from laughing by yourself, worried that you might have taken things too far and offended Jungwon. He looks torn, and you can only assume that it’s because of the ringing phone in his hand and the promise he made to stay. And though you’ve thoroughly enjoyed his company so far, you would hate to be the cause for more trouble in his life, especially not when he’s been nothing but helpful and sweet and an absolute angel in your time of need. So, you make his decision for him.

“I guess you should go…” you trail off. You clutch Cat Jungwon close to you when Jungwon levels you with an apologetic grin, dimples boring attractively in his cheeks, gaze so warm you feel the heat crawl up the sides of your neck. 

“Yeah, I think I should…” Jungwon agrees. And just like that, he gives you a bashful wave before turning around and exiting the clinic, immediately shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket as the winter breeze settles back into his skin. 

You watch his back as he slowly disappears into the dimly lit street, suddenly overwhelmed by the quiet that has settled after all the hustle and bustle of the night, only averting your gaze and turning around when the receptionist calls your name in a significantly more agitated tone than before.

You resolve in your head that you’re probably never going to see Jungwon again, and that you’ll probably be reminded of him every time you see your cat, slowly forcing yourself to come to terms with the fact that this unexpected encounter was just that, and nothing more.

But it seems that Jungwon has other plans, because he comes running back into the clinic with a newfound determination, gaze set solely on you. The sound of the bell ringing and the door swinging open startles you, but your heart soars in expectation when you turn around and see the adorable dimpled man walking up to you, cheeks blushed pink and eyes sparkling in the fluorescent clinic lights. 

“Can I have your number…?” Jungwon says breathlessly and hesitantly when he comes to a stop before you. He feels his confidence deplete with every second that your honeyed gaze is on him, until he finally backpedals.

“I want to know how… Cat Jungwon is recovering,” he excuses, bashedly rubbing the back of his neck and clearing his throat as he anticipates your response. He really has never done anything like this before.

“Of course,” you say as reservedly as you can.