❛ The normals cry, the crazies laugh. ❜
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Five years ago, when Do Haru was nineteen years old, she witnessed a brutal murder in the forest near her grandmother's house. The killer was never caught, and Haru couldn't help the police since the assassi...
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Why does it have to be you though? Why did it have to be you?
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As Haru and Yoongi prepared dinner, they chatted about their shitty, non-shared classes. Haru was a sucker in the kitchen, but luckily, she had Chef Min. They'd always laugh together while cooking and Yoongi would always take on harder tasks or help Haru when she needed it. That night the two made Bulgogi.
Once the cooking part was done, the two accommodated themselves at the table and began eating. A calm and warm atmosphere filled the living room.
Haru's average-sized apartment was loved by both, her and Yoongi. Her parents had helped Haru buy it along with all the furniture, and it was perfect in her opinion. Basically, it was exactly how she wanted and imagined it. The overall look was mysterious and elegant. Although it was nothing like Joo Dantae's Penthouse¹, she still loved it.
'I've always liked your apartment, we have similar taste,' Yoongi muttered, placing a spoon of rice in his mouth.
Just then a faint purring sound vibrated in the room, making the two friends turn to look at the door that connected the living room to a hallway in which Haru's room and bathroom were to be found.
Yeongi appeared, walking majestically, taking careful steps as his beautiful black fur shone under the lights of the living room. His crystal-like blue eyes shone like gems, holding a sparkle of mystery.
'Ah, Yeongi... his name has always been funny to me,' Yoongi giggled, smiling affectionately at the black cat.
'It sounded like the perfect name to me. "Yeongi" means smoke and many other things, but I thought it would suit him as in black smoke. Also, Yeongi sounds like Yoongi. And lastly, Yoongi looks like Yeongi,' Haru explained with a big grin.
Meanwhile, under the table, Yeongi began rubbing himself against Yoongi's legs. The cat was very much fond of the man which seemed weird to Haru because the two clicked right away when usually Yeongi would be very unwelcoming.
'What would you mean with the claim that I look like Yeongi?'
'Well I don't know, you just look very much like a cat. As soon as I adopted him, I knew what name to give him. The wordplay was just too funny for me. It's so cute, he is like a cat mini version of you.'
Haru's smile was so bright that it warmed up Yoongi's heart.
A euphoric twinkle unknowingly crept up Yoongi's lips as he watched his best friend lift her cat and pat him. Yeongi leaned into her touch, his purring becoming louder. And once again, the twenty-eight-year-old man found himself in one of those slow-motion-like moments; it felt like a movie. He was genuinely jocund, despite all the shit that had happened in his life, thanks to her, he was smiling genuinely.
