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"Oh, the guy in the train?" the monocled man with a witch hat asked nonchalantly. Jung Heewon subconsciously tensed as he drew closer. Despite all the times they had encountered each other before, they had never managed to learn his name.
Beside her, Lee Hyunsung shifted to hide the 49% of Kim Dokja behind his tall frame. Noticing this, the monocled man's smile seemed to grow imperceptibly wider. With a pale finger, he reached up to adjust his monocle.
"It's alright, I won't hurt him!" the man said, voice cheery in a way that she could tell was absolutely fake. Yoo Joonghyuk unsheathed his sword slightly more, the sound echoing in the silence of the station. "Even if he kept flinging me out of the train," the man sulked to himself.
"You met Kim Dokja?" Yoo Joonghyuk unsheathed his sword, bloodlust emanating from him. The monocled man leant backwards, balancing on the heels of his feet.
"Why, yes!" the man said, his dark eyes glimmering. "What a pity, he seems to be falling apart-"
"I'll kill you," Yoo Joonghyuk growled out, lunging at the man. The man took this as the catalyst for some event that they were unaware of, smiling eerily and extending two fingers of his right hand. Danger bells tolled in Jung Heewon's mind and she grasped the hilt of her sword. The wall beyond them glimmered. She could hear Han Sooyoung's incensed murmur of "idiot", beginning to unleash her status. For a second, she thought-
Huh? What had she been thinking again? From the corner of her eye, from the depths of the station, grey fog curled. The monocle man paused, Yoo Joonghuk's sword faltered slightly. A cat emerged.
A cat??
The existence of a cat in the first place would have been weird in the first place, but this cat was weirder than normal. Its pupils were yellow with black rings, and it wore a bow tie on its chest. Its hind legs seemed to shift, for the lack of a better word, from reality every once in a while, turning into illusory tentacles that gave Jung Heewon a headache if she looked at them long enough. Its front paws were covered by white gloves.
("Cute," said Lee Hyunsung.)
Contrary to their wary attitude, the monocled man brightened up. His eyes- wait how was he doing that- sparkled. Bounding over, he knelt next to the cat.
"Hello, Mr. Fool!" he exclaimed. Mr. Fool, the cat? turned its gaze toward him, silent. The monocled man coughed into his fist. "In my time in this world, I've tried to learn some Chinese. After all, my time in your dream world was limited." The man shook his head, distraught.
The cat blinked steadily. As if prompted by that, the man straightened up again. "Nihao fine shyt," the man told the cat.
What.
The thought seemed to be echoed by the cat. Wait, the cat spoke? She didn't know whether to be relieved that they weren't facing a man with delusions of being a Disney princess or be scared of the monster cat that spoke.
In the end, she chose option three, that is, believing she was caught up in some really weird dream. Did she eat some spoiled food the night before?
(Lee Jihye leant down to whisper into Lee Gilyoung's ear, "Pinch me."
Lee Gilyoung obliged, the same look of gobsmacked astonishment mirrored on his face.
"Ouh not that hard, brat!")
Yoo Joonghyuk seemed to grow angrier with each passing moment. "What did you do with Kim Dokja?" he growled once more, the glint in his eyes making him truly look like a terrorist.
The cat fixed its gaze on Yoo Joonghyuk. Yoo Joonghyuk glared back.
"He's asleep," the cat said after assessing Yoo Joonghuk very seriously. A very lucky thing was that Yoo Joonghyuk didn't explode in that time. The cat beckoned towards the wall with its chin. "However, his state is still very unstable. If you try to get him back right now, he might as well die."
Yoo Joonghyuk's frown grew more pronounced. Before he could say anything, Han Sooyoung tugged him by the collar. "What do you mean?" she asked, smile perfectly polite.
"You're an author, aren't you?" The cat said instead.
Han Sooyoung blinked, surprised. "Yes," she admitted, before her eyes narrowed in suspicion. "How do you know that?"
The cat didn't answer her question once more. He turned towards the train, towards Kim Dokja. Then, he said, with an inexplicable hint of reminisce, "Write about him. Maybe one day, he too shall wake up."
There was a stinging sensation in her eyes that she refused to succumb to. After everything, in the end, they were still destined to wait. Maybe they should have doubted the cat's words, but Jung Heewon couldn't bring herself to. It felt like the finality of everything, a truth. An end, a â– â– decided by a beacon of destiny.
Apparently having said whatever he needed to them, the cat turned to the monocles man. "Do you know what that means?" The cat asked, disbelief lacing it's tone.
The monocled man shook his head. "In any case, you're not angry at me anymore right?"
The cat scoffed. "Think again, crow bastard."
The monocle man collapsed to the ground. "Mr. Foolllll," he whined, reaching for the cat who jumped agilely away. "You're so mean to meee. I'm sure you're only with me for my money."
The cat's fur stood up, whether in annoyance or embarassment, she couldn't tell. "Let's go back," he said.
The monocled man leapt up to his feet, before picking up the cat. The cat scratched his face. The monocle man fell on the floor, yelling "domestic violence".
Jung Heewon felt that last night's dinner must have been really bad.
