I Am That Cat.

“i am that cat.”

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pairing: cat-turn-boy! sunoo x gn! reader ↬ tags: cat turned cat hybrid! sunoo, delusion is real, sunoo being a bombay cat!, mentions of reader having a brother (just for his clothing)

summary: that boy is your cat?! word count: 429 words

a/n: was deciding who to write for when this baby (i keep forgetting we are literally the same age) popped up in my mind, hence enjoy the cat hybrid! sunoo <3

“sunoo?” you called out. 

the bombay cat would normally greet you as soon as your keys jingled behind the main door. a loud clang came from the kitchen, and you good-naturedly rolled your eyes. “sunoo…” your voice died down when you saw a boy (you couldn’t be sure, he looked around your age) crouching in front of the sink. 

your hands immediately went to your face, averting your gaze as you removed your outer coat and extended it to the nearly naked boy (with cat ears and a tail, you suddenly realized), “who are you?” 

“i am sunoo.” 

you did a double take. 

“but my sunoo is a cat.” 

“i am that cat.” he replied confidently. 

a moment of silence blanket the two of you and you exhaled shakily, trying to wrap your mind around this situation. the boy, no, your sunoo, looked at you with the same pair of dark brown orbs as you eyed him from head to toe. unsure whether to trust him, you pinched the bridge of your nose, attempting to connect the non-existent dots. 

“one second, let me grab clothes.” you gestured for him to follow behind and wordlessly he got up and shuffled behind you. quickly picking out your brother’s clothing, you handed it to him and sat down in the living room. sure enough when he was done, he sat down cross legged on the floor, making himself comfortable as he smiled at you with that cat-like expression. “you really are sunoo?” 

“mhm! i am your cat!” he enthusiastically confirmed. 

you grabbed the laser and pointed it on the floor and sunoo ignored it, opting to toy with the fluffy rug. “gosh, you really are my cat. but how…” 

“long story short, i’m what you would call a cat hybrid.” you quizzically looked at him, “i wasn’t sure they existed but now looking at you...i guess i have no choice but to believe this.” sunoo in human form was unexpected, and you unabashedly had a hard time getting used to his face. 

“you aren’t going to dispose of me right? i’m still the same clumsy cat.” you must have been making a face for sunoo to ask such a question. “no! no! of course not. i’ve adopted you to keep me company, and i wouldn’t trade you for the world. you’re precious to me.” happy with your answer, sunoo crawled into your lap (mind you he’s pretty lean and tall) as you habitually stroke the crown of his head.

“that’s good. because i accidentally broke your favourite cup while transforming.” “what now?!”

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im super tired and stressed out; i've got too many presentations, group projects, exams and so little time ++ my monthly came and for the first time i had to take painkillers,,

nevertheless i hope this cheers you and i up!

here's to a hopeful august <3

(a) 64. “Talk to me.” - wooyoung

(just ended mine,, i had to write this)

“Jeong Wooyoung!” Wooyoung’s gaze darted to the tall figure at the door. “…? Mingi? What happened?” Mingi dashed inside his classroom breathlessly and explained, “Listen to this—I think there’s something wrong with your girlfriend…” Wooyoung’s eyes widened at the mention of you. Mingi continued nevertheless, “Her face was pale this entire morning, and when I asked her if she was okay, she said she was fine. I think you should go check on her!” Wooyoung gratefully patted Mingi’s shoulder, “Thanks for telling me.” With that Wooyoung rushed out of his classroom, up two flights of stairs and into your classroom.

“Are you okay?” Wooyoung panted as he stood at the door. He glanced at your figure to see if anything major happened. “Oh? Wooyoung?” He made his way across the empty classroom to your table. “Are you okay?” He repeated, “Mingi told me that—” Wooyoung paused when he saw you lowering your head. “Are you unwell?” Wooyoung tugged at his tie. Mingi was right, your face was too pale for his liking.

“N-nothing.” “Is it gastric pain? Did you bring your medicine?” “Wooyoung, it’s really nothing!” Wooyoung placed a hand on your forehead and cocked his head to the side when he found out that you weren’t running a fever. “I’m going to the nurse’s office to get some medicine.” “Ah! Wait!” He was about to leave when he felt you tug at his sleeves. He turned around and crouched in front of your table.

“Talk to me. Are you having a headache? I told you not to stay up too late revising—” “—It’s not any of that…it’s my…period…” Wooyoung paused in his tracks and that was when he realised the hot water bottle you were holding and felt his face heat up. Why didn’t he realise that earlier?

“It’s pretty uncomfortable. I think I just need to take a catnap and I’ll be okay. So… you don’t have to worry too much.” Things were pretty awkward and Wooyoung mumbled, “I got it. Give me your water bottle, I’ll refill it for you. Stay here.” Wooyoung bent down to hold your face. You gave him a heartwarming smile and nodded, “Mhm. Thanks for being the best boyfriend.” Wooyoung quietly moved out of the room while trying to hide his blushing face. It was his first time dealing with your period and things weren’t as smooth as he thought. He made quick work of getting his job done and scampered back up to the classroom.

“You didn’t have to run, you know. I’m really okay.” You were resting your head on your arms with your eyes closed and Wooyoung was surprised that you knew it was him. “How did you know it was me?” Of course. We’ve been staying together for so long. I can distinguish your footsteps.” “I got some medication for the pain from your friend.” “Mhm, thank you Woo.” He watched as you held the hot water bottle against your abdomen.

“Then are you better already?” Wooyoung grabbed a chair and sat across you. “It’s better with you around.” “You really don’t need to visit the nurse’s office?” “I’m fine Woo. Don’t worry.” Wooyoung laughed when you clinged onto his sleeve yet again. “Kinda sucks since I can’t alleviate the pain.” “You silly boy. Being here with me really helps me.”

“If we were at home, I would have cuddled you to sleep. I think it’s the stress that’s giving you painful cramps. San told me that. He has a sister, you know?”

“Shh. Let me sleep.”

how SVT would wake you up (4)

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『 v e r n o n 』 

"oops. hehe, good morning love."

his alarm would probably wake you up first

his sleepy, sheepish face when he overslept? utterly endearing + his messy unkempt hair

would back hug you, eyes closed + your foreheads would touch

 『 s e u n g k w a n 』  

"boo-!"

similar to jeonghan. he might be a little cheeky in the morning

teddy bear grip on you, aka arms and legs looped over you when he's feeling lovely and just wants your attention

or he might choose death and tickle you

『 d i n o 』

"i've got a surprise for you!"

i think being babied by seventeen would result in him being very loving and caring

8/10 would bring breakfast in bed and if you said please he'd probably feed you too

2/10 would carry you to the toilet to get you ready for the day

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ateez reaction to you calling them by their pet name 3/4

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『 s a n 』

(a/n: san-shine boy ready to make your day better!) 

“sunshine!” san would notice that voice anywhere. he glanced up from his phone, eyes locking onto you as you ran towards him. the dorm was rather empty, save for mingi who was resting while the others went out. his heart went into overdrive when you dropped the tote bag on your shoulders and climbed onto the bed, your crescent shaped eyes showing genuine happiness. 

you enveloped him in a warm hug, pressing a kiss at his temple. “hi beautiful.” a bit of wiggling before you gazed up at him through your lashes, and a little softer this time, “hi sunshine.” 

san literally melted on the spot before smothering you in a hug, “i love you so much.” 

『 m i n g i 』

(a/n: throwback to weekly idol whereby he did that giraffe impression, never saw him quite the same) 

“mingi...giraffe.” mingi whipped his head to face you. you were currently sprawled out across his lap, doodling in your bullet journal. you hadn’t noticed his shift and he exhaled. mingi placed the book in his hands face down on the bed, easily peering over your shoulder at what you were doing. “giraffe here...and another one there.” he stifled his laughter as you easily doodled a little giraffe drawings. now it was your turn to lightly chuckle, “mingi the giraffe. min-giraffe.”

“what are you doing?” you proudly held the book up, “just a collage of my favourite person in the world. you like it?” 

mingi burst out laughing at a drawing of a giraffe with a sticker of his head over it, “like it? i love it. but why giraffe?” you pushed yourself off his lap, opting to sit facing him. “you’re tall, like way taller than me.” you cheekily grin, leaning forwards to peck his lips. “that’s it?” mingi raised his eyebrows. 

“yeah that’s it.” he gasped in shock and you waved your hands in surrender, “i’m kidding!” 

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date: me please

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pairing: studen! wooyoung x student, gn! reader

↬ tags: high school! au, students being students, biology class (my favorite, idk about yours)

summary: wooyoung’s antics may or may not have caused your heart to skip a beat (and also caused the to of you to be kicked out of class)

word count: 376 words

“class, please pass down the handout down the row.” the teacher called out. “i bet it’s biology papers from those renowned schools.” wooyoung, who was in front of you, turned around and made a sour face, causing you to giggle at his antics. 

you fiddled with your pen while waiting for the worksheet to come all the way to the back. your gaze followed the rather thick stack of worksheets coming your way, causing you to cringe outwardly at the workload. However, you started to frown when wooyoung took a little longer than usual, his body hunched over his table, presumably hoarding his and your paper.

“yah, what’s taking you so long?” you harshly whispered and wooyoung shook his head before passing the paper over his head. you rolled your eyes, a small smile on your face as you uncapped your pen to write your name. 

your gaze landed on the chicken scratch handwriting next to the word “date:”. you blinked once more and you swore with your lunch money that you did not write “date: me please.”.

realizing that this was a prank by the one and only, you leaned over and wrote “O” followed by “K” on his back, as a joke. he subtly turned his head and that was when you saw how pink his face was. “for real?” He mouthed. You cocked your head to one side, “is this a prank?”

“i want you to date me though…” wooyoung made eye contact with you, somehow causing your insides to simultaneously combust. 

a million thoughts flashed through your head. you had always thought of him as a good friend, a funny classmate, but what he said caused something to stir within you. he certainly wasn’t that bad looking, but now that he had said that, it made you ponder about your feelings for him and–

“i’m kidding. why would i date you?” he gave a cheeky grin and you flinged your notebook at wooyoung, catching the teacher’s attention, “you two! GO and stand outside the classroom.” 

you hung your head sheepishly as the two of you quickly shuffled out of class. once outside, you gave him a side glare and didn’t hesitate to actually whack him. 

“i ain’t gonna date you, cheeky boy.”

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“60, 59, 58, 57, 56, 55, 54, 53…” - Sungchan

find more content here: nct masterlist ↬ summary: sungchan has a great mediation tip and uses it on you ↬ tags: trainee! sungchan, trainee! + gn! reader, ft. trainee! shotaro ↬ word count: 416 words

Sungchan knew, more than anyone else in the world (that was an exaggeration), how much you had wanted to debut. Having made his debut in NCT 2020 was 50% luck, 50% skill. Yet when it came to you, Sungchan believed you were 100% raw talent but 0% luck; SM was absolutely oblivious to your skill. The jarring bass of the music brought him back to reality and he blinked a couple of times, wondering how long he stood rooted in front of the practice room door. 

“You’ve been standing there for some time.” Shotaro lightly poked his cheeks, commenting with his heavily-accented Korean. “Right. Thanks for telling me hyung. I’ll be back in the dorm before you know it!” Sungchan promised and Shotaro gave a curt nod before walking away. Sungchan pushed down on the door handle and entered the room. 

“Yah.” That was all it took to get your attention despite the loud booming music. “Sungchannie!” You waved at him, eyes turning into crescent moons. “Hold on let me pause the music.” He noticed your eye bags and chewed the inside of his cheek; How could he have not realised as your best friend? 

“What brings you here, O Kind Sir?” You teased and that put a smile on his face. Rolling his eyes good-naturedly, he reached out and lightly grasped your wrist, “Follow me.” Confusion laced your voice, “Huh?” Leading you towards the sofa at the side of the studio, he sat you down and knelt opposite you. 

“Look at you. You’re sweating so much.” “It’s because I was dancing, silly.” You ruffled his hair as he pulled up his sleeve to his palm and dabbed your forehead. “Okay. Close your eyes for 60 seconds.” Sungchan was determined to let you have your rest. “What is this? A mediation exercise?” You murmured but did as he asked you to. His lips twitched at the sight of your eyes fluttering shut and he began counting down. 

“60, 59, 58, 57, 56, 55, 54, 53…” His voice toned down as you fell asleep, sitting upright. Sungchan stifled a laugh, gazing at your sleeping features. Still kneeling, he brushed the hair out of your face and let out a satisfied sigh. No one has been able to convince you to sleep, yet he did it with ease. Laying you down so you could properly sleep, he shrugged off his jacket and placed it on you. 

“If you can’t take care of yourself, let me do so.” 

a/n: sorry for the long ass ride wait,, T^T school has been hard