@rmxsomin

he finds his cats fashionably late. like all felines in his care, he’s just assumed that they wandered off for the night. but he finds them, in his stupor, slinking on the counter and avoiding, quite gracefully, the bodies slamming on top of and against it. jaewon’s only staring because he’s drunk, and amazed and, really, distracted from heading towards his original objective. 

only when someone nudges his shoulder does he stumble forward, and blink, and doesn’t even think to berate the person who’s probably already gone. 

another beat drops, and so do his cats – and he dives forward and doesn’t give a flying shit that he knocks over a few people to catch his pets and pulls them under his shirt, right against his ribs. they hold onto him, claws digging a little, and the curses that tumble out of his mouth are clumsy and unheard, and he doesn’t care enough to apologise, stumbling forward and forward and forwards, seeking out no one and everyone, and finding a familiar face,