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prologue [seven]

Finally, Doyoung stopped in front of your apartment complex, and you didn't even question how he knew your address, all too relieved for the night to be over.

"Y/N shouldn't be left alone tonight," Kun declared, seeming about to offer himself up.

"I live with her, she'll be fine!" Taeyong shot back a little too loudly.

Kun didn't seem convinced, "I don't know if one Nekomata is enough..."

"I've got class tomorrow and I'm sure you all have work, I don't want to inconvenience anybody else tonight," you interjected.

"I'll do it," came a voice from the front seat.

Renjun had been the one to offer, not meeting your eyes as the tips of his ears burned red.

"I probably won't have work tomorrow, anyway," he added on, referencing the definitely destroyed café.

"There's some clean up to do, but that can wait a day or so," Johnny agreed, settling the matter.

So you climbed out with Taeyong and Renjun. The SUV didn't leave until you were in your building, motoring down the street with the rest of your friends inside. The three of you were silent as you led the way into your apartment, flicking the light on. The comforting familiarity of your small home brought a faint smile to your face.

"I might have some sweatpants and shirts that you can wear, Renjun," you told the Satori. "I think Jaemin's left some. Or I stole them, we'll never know which."

"Jaemin?" He echoed your friend's name.

"My best friend since we were little," you pointed at one of the frames up on your wall, all pictures of you with your friends and family. The one you pointed to in particular was a picture from your most recent birthday, when he'd swiped icing on your nose right as Jaehyun was taking a picture. "He's slept over a few times."

With that, you retreated into your bedroom, closing the door behind you to change yourself, then rifle through your drawers for Jaemin's clothes. You were correct, you had a pair of his grey sweatpants, and a couple different graphic tees. You grabbed one at random, and reemerged from your room, holding the stack of clothes out to Renjun.

"Thank you," he accepted them, looking around your apartment.

"Bathroom's on your left," you informed him, moving into your kitchen to get a couple glasses of water for you.

Taeyong was back in his cat form, curled up in the corner of the couch peacefully. He must be tuckered out, despite it not even being seven o'clock yet. You knew that you were pretty tired as well, but your mind probably wouldn't let you get a good rest tonight. Too much to think about, too much to worry about.

You still put out some dry food for Taeyong, figuring he'd wake up late at night, hungry, and you preferred him to eat his own cat food instead of your human food if he had midnight snacking to do. You'd already had a mysterious disappearance of Goldfish and candy in the middle of the night twice now since you'd learned of his true form. You also refreshed his water bowl while you were there.

Setting the glass you'd poured for Renjun down, you took a long drink of your own. The bathroom door clicked open, the Satori walking back out into your living space.

"I didn't know where to put my work clothes, so they're folded on the counter," he informed you politely.

"That's fine," you assured him, holding his cup out to him. "Here, some water."

Renjun delicately took it from you, careful not to accidentally brush your hand. You took note of that.

He nodded towards the couch, "Is he asleep?"