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Min Yoongi is not having a good day.
For one thing, he’s just been turned into a fucking cat by a bitter sorceress.
The sorceress in question is standing over him, hands on her hips and looking awfully pleased with herself. She’s a pretty young thing with long dark hair and big brown eyes. The exact opposite of Yoongi’s type.
He’d told her as much when she’d come onto him in the coffee shop where Yoongi was waiting grumpily for his morning caffeine fix. He’d promptly rebuffed her advances, so not in the mood to deal with this shit so early in the day. She’d been visibly offended, stalking back to her table while muttering something under her breath.
With his steaming hot coffee in hand, Yoongi had exited the shop and cut through the alley next door, a shortcut back to his apartment. Unbeknownst to him, the young woman had followed him into the abandoned alley.
“Allerio ma shaek ackni anni,” a feminine voice calls out behind him, the words oddly warped and echoey.
The next thing he knows, there’s a puff of pink smoke and Yoongi is staring up at the woman, who is suddenly the size of a freaking giant. His coffee drops to the ground and explodes all over the pavement, and he jumps to avoid the hot spray.
Except he doesn’t jump back on two human legs. No, he jumps back on four little legs. Cat legs. Yoongi stares down at himself, sees a fluffy chest and soft little paws. Looks behind him and sees a long, bushy, bottlebrush tail.
Not only is he a cat. He’s a blue cat. Fucking royal blue, just like how he'd dyed his hair last week. Apparently the young woman has a sense of humor. He stares up at her balefully, not even believing this shit.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” He asks, but it comes out as a series of raspy meows.
She still seems to be able to understand him though, and she grins nastily down at him. “That’ll teach you to be so disrespectful,” she crows, reaching down to pet his head patronizingly. Yoongi swipes a clawed paw at her, his hackles raising. It’s a strange sensation. She pulls back, laughing meanly.
“You’re a fucking witch, I take it?” Yoongi meows, glaring at her. He wonders what color his new cat eyes are.
She tuts and wags at finger at him. “A sorceress, honey bear. Much more powerful.”
Yoongi flicks his fluffy tail irritably. It feels so weird. “A sorceress. Of fucking course. They can never take rejection well, the psycho bitches.”
The sorceress narrows her eyes dangerously at him. “Watch yourself, fur ball. I could turn you into a pile of dust with a snap of my fingers.”
Yoongi’s ears involuntary flatten against his head. “Do it then, you bitter bitch.” Yoongi really needs to learn when to shut up.
The sorceress’ lips tighten, and for a second, Yoongi thinks she actually will. Then she shakes herself off and smiles cruelly down at him. “Nah. I think this’ll be more fun.”
She takes a step back and panic flares in Yoongi's chest. “Where are you going?”
She glances down at her watch. “I have Pilates in fifteen minutes. See ya around!”
“Wait!” Yoongi cries, though it just comes out as a loud yowl. “Okay, okay, you've had your fun. Turn me back now.”
She just laughs humorlessly and shakes her head. “Mmmm, don't feel like it. Have fun, fur ball.” Then she snaps her fingers and disappears in a cloud of pink smoke.
All that remains in the empty alley is a stinky dumpster, a spilled coffee, and a royal blue cat.
Well, shit.
For three days Yoongi roams around the city, starving and miserable.
He has to dig through dumpsters and trash cans to try to find scraps of food to eat, which results in his blue fur stinking to the high heavens. He’s cold and tired and just wants to go to sleep, but nowhere is safe on the streets. Just yesterday he’d almost become a dog’s dinner when he’d strayed too far into a neighborhood in search of something to eat. He’d narrowly avoided its snapping jaws before racing back the way he’d came, ears flat against his head and tail fluffed up.
His soft pink paw pads are cracked from the constant contact with the rough pavement and concrete. He’s taken to sleeping on a slab of damp, moldy cardboard under a dumpster at night, shivering and trying not to inhale to stench around him too deeply. He keeps his distance from people, not sure how they’d react to seeing a blueberry colored cat on the street, and not wanting to find out. Yoongi prays to god that he doesn’t have fleas. He doesn’t think he’d ever be able to live that down.
He’s been keeping his eye out for the sorceress, hoping that if he sees her again he’d be able to convince her to turn him back, but no such luck. So Yoongi has taken to camping outside a popular occult shop at the end of a busy street. There’s a skinny alley way directly across the street from the shop, and Yoongi sits behind a dented trash can to watch to front door.
His hope is that he’ll see someone who will be able to help him with his situation. Although the shop has its fair share of regular humans who just like to check it out, it’s also a popular stop for actual magic users. Yoongi hopes that he’ll be able to find someone who’s the real deal to help him.
Yoongi has been crouched behind the trash can for a good two hours, muscles stiff and stomach rumbling. The winter air is harsh and cold and blows against the tufts of his blue fur, making him shiver. It looks like it’s going to snow tonight, and Yoongi doesn’t know what he’s going to do.
His eyes catch on movement across the street, and Yoongi watches a man walking down the sidewalk towards the occult shop. All that Yoongi can tell from this distance is that he’s wearing a big grey hoodie and he has blonde hair, but something about him has Yoongi perking up. The man disappears inside the shop, and Yoongi waits tensely for him to come back out.
He doesn’t have to wait too long. About ten minutes later the man pushes back out with a small brown bag clutched in one hand. Instead of leaving the way he’d come, the man starts walking across the street towards the alley. Towards Yoongi.
Yoongi freezes and presses himself to the ground behind the trash can. He enters the alley, not even seeing Yoongi trying to hide from sight, the bag swinging in his grip. He seems to be going through a checklist, lips pursed in concentration.
“Dragonfly wings, eye of newt, pixie dust,” he mutters to himself, ticking off a finger with each item. He passes barely a few inches by Yoongi, and the blue cat stealthy begins following him a moment later, pressing close to the wall of the alley. There’s something about this stranger that calls to Yoongi.
“Still need werewolf fangs and cuttlefish fins,” the human is still talking to himself as he walks, unaware of Yoongi trailing him in the shadows.
He’s almost at the other end of the alley when he suddenly stops and spins around. “Who’s there?”
Yoongi freezes, but it’s already too late. The human has seen him. His eyes zero in on the skinny blue cat crouched on the rough, wet pavement, staring up at him with horrified green eyes.
They stare at each other for a minute before the human seems to shake himself. “Hey there, little guy,” he says softly. He sinks down slowly onto his haunches and lifts a hand in Yoongi’s direction.
This close, Yoongi can see he’s actually pretty young. Probably only a few years younger than Yoongi himself. He’s got fluffy hair the color of wheat and a really pretty face. Full lips tilted up in a gentle smile and soft brown eyes curved into half-moons. His jaw is sculpted but his cheeks are round and soft, stained pink from the cold air.
“It’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you,” he says calmly, his voice soft and light. Something about this boy’s aura is calming and soothing, and maybe it has something to do with his new cat senses, but Yoongi can't help but feel a sense of safety.
Yoongi takes a tentative step forward, drawn to this young man for some reason. A gust of wind blows down the alley and hits Yoongi, making him shiver hard. The blonde frowns and wiggles his fingers enticingly.
“You look cold,” he says, his eyes sweeping over Yoongi’s ratty cat form. He’s fucking freezing, and this kid’s warmth calls to him.
Yoongi takes a few more slinking steps forward until he’s level with the kid’s small, chubby fingers. The human waits patiently while Yoongi stretches out his neck and takes a few hesitant sniffs. He smells like vanilla and toffee, the pleasant scent amplified by Yoongi’s cat nose. Now this boy is definitely Yoongi's type.
Yoongi takes one more step closer, jumping and tensing when those small fingers gently begin scratching behind his ears. It’s humiliating. He’s a human, for christ’s sake, getting his ears scratched by another human. But it feels so fucking good that a loud purr starts rumbling in his throat, startling him a little. It tickles.
He leans into the blonde’s touch, eyes drooping when the fingers scratch around the scruff of his neck. “You’re a pretty kitty,” the human coos to Yoongi, who feels his paw pads heating up in a blush. “Why are you blue, though?”
Yoongi flicks his bottlebrush tail a little irritably, and the human giggles. It’s a soft sound, sweet and a little squeaky. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you.”
Yoongi allows the human to keep scratching him for a while, going almost limp with pleasure. Then the boy perks up and bops Yoongi gently on his black nose. “Hey, maybe you were meant to be my familiar,” he gasps, making Yoongi squint at him. He leans closer to Yoongi and whispers conspiratorially, “I’m a witch, you know.”
Yoongi’s eyes widen and his ears perk up. The blonde giggles again and rubs Yoongi’s temples. “Do you want to come home with me?”
"Can you turn me back into a human?” Yoongi asks, the question coming out as a series of loud meows. He boy giggles gleefully and stands up.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he says happily, then reaches down to pick Yoongi up.
It’s awkward and uncomfortable, but the human is cradling Yoongi to his chest, and he’s so warm and smells so good that Yoongi can’t help but snuggle closer.
The human begins walking again, now with a blue cat in his arms. “I live a few blocks from here,” he tells Yoongi.
Yoongi lets out a world-weary sigh and settles in for the journey.
The boy’s apartment is small and untidy, but cozy and homey and smells of vanilla and toffee. It's blessedly warm inside and Yoongi feels the tension beginning to seep from his body. The human sets Yoongi down on the kitchen floor and starts rifling through the cupboards.
“I don’t have any cat food right now, I’ll have to go shopping for that later. Will tuna be okay for now?”
Yoongi is so hungry he would’ve eaten just about anything. When the human sets a plate of tuna in front of him, he inhales it like a vacuum.
“Not so fast, you’ll get sick,” the human warns him, sitting down on the kitchen floor next to him. Yoongi pays him no mind as he licks up the last remnants of tuna juice from the plate.
“I wonder what I should name you,” the kid muses to himself, and Yoongi turns his piercing gaze on him.
“My name is Min Yoongi,” he meows reproachfully.
The blonde snaps his fingers. “How about Señor Cutiebutt?
Yoongi blanches. “You've got to be fucking kidding me.”
The human must mistake Yoongi's yowl of outrage as a cry of agreement. He claps his hands together and giggles happily. “Señor Cutiebutt it is,” he motions to himself. “I'm Jimin, your new daddy.”
Yoongi snorts but it comes out kind of like a coughing sound. Daddy my ass, he thinks to himself snarkily.
Yoongi blinks balefully up at Jimin, not sure what to do now that he's eaten. Jimin, on the other hand, has a tense look on his face.
“Hey, no offense, but you smell really bad,” Jimin says apologetically, and Yoongi’s tail puffs up in offense. “Would you shred me to pieces if I gave you a bath?”
Yoongi does not shred Jimin to pieces. Instead he sits still in the bathtub, warm water up to his chest, and closed his eyes while Jimin scrubs him down with soap. Jimin's fingers massage into every inch of Yoongi's fur and it feels so wonderful he starts purring again.
“You're a funny cat,” Jimin says, soaping behind Yoongi's neck. “Aren't you supposed to hate water?”
Yoongi ignores him and instead leans further into Jimin’s touch. It should be weird; Jimin is washing what is technically Yoongi’s naked body. He doesn't really want to think about that right now.
Once Jimin's done soaping him up, he turns on the tap and begins pouring fresh warm water all over Yoongi to wash out his fur. He avoids Yoongi's face and ears and pays special attention to his belly fur, which makes the cat purr harder.
Finally he pulls Yoongi, looking like a drowned blue rat, out of the tub and sets him on a towel. Before Yoongi even has a chance to start getting cold, Jimin is swaddling him in another towel and rubbing him dry. It's a little rough, but Yoongi doesn't mind, enjoying the pampering. Jimin discards the damp towel, wraps him in a new one, and carries Yoongi to the couch like a baby. He settles crossed-legged on the couch, places the wrapped up Yoongi in his lap, and turns on the TV.
It's getting dark out now, and the warmth of the towel and the heat of Jimin’s body is making him sleepy. Jimin turns the channel to some black and white film while he scratches behind Yoongi’s ears and yawns.
“Tomorrow I'll go shopping and pick you up some stuff,” Jimin tells him. Yoongi settles more comfortably in his lap, too tired to be embarrassed. This is the safest and warmest he's felt in what feels like forever, and he's going to savor it, damn it.
Yoongi must have dozed off in Jimin’s lap, because the next thing he knows, he’s being carefully lifted and then set down on something soft. Yoongi cracks a green eye to see he's lying at the foot of Jimin's bed while the kid walks into the bathroom. Yoongi hears the shower running a moment later, and he sits up with a mighty arch of his back and a wide yawn.
Outside the window next to Jimin's bed, Yoongi sees that it's started to snow, and he shivers just looking at the fluffy white particles blowing around wildly.
His fur is dry now, but it's sticking up in every direction, much to his annoyance. Yoongi busies himself with licking down his fur in attempt to tame it. He wrinkles his nose in disgust when he feels the long strands catch on his scratchy tongue.
Jimin comes out of the bathroom a little while later with nothing but a towel around his waist and damp blonde hair. Yoongi stops grooming himself mid-lick and stares.
Shit, he's toned.
Jimin walks back into the bedroom, pats Yoongi’s head as he passes, and walks up to his dresser to grab some pajamas. Jimin drops the towel and Yoongi jerks his gaze away. But not before he gets an eyeful of an extremely plump and firm ass.
You fucking pervert, Yoongi scolds himself while he pointedly stares up at the ceiling while Jimin gets dressed.
Jimin dresses in an oversized blue sweater that almost reaches his knees and plaid pajama pants. He pulls back the sheets of the bed and climbs in, rolling onto his side and making kissing noises at Yoongi while he pats the bed.
“Come here,” Jimin tries to coax, but Yoongi just gives him an unimpressed look. Jimin just shrugs and leans over to turn off the bedside lamp. “Goodnight, Señor Cutiebutt.”
The next morning, Yoongi wakes up enveloped in warmth. He cracks an eye to find himself face to face with a sleeping Jimin, the human’s arms wrapped around his body.
Sometime during the night Yoongi had gotten cold at the foot of the bed and crawled under the covers with Jimin, seeking the boy’s incredible warmth.
Yoongi's green cat eyes trail over Jimin’s peaceful face while he sleeps. His full lips are slack and puckered against the pillow, and his blonde hair is sticking up in every direction. His long lashes splay across his cheekbones, and the light filtering in through the window leaks across his body and lights up his smooth, honey tan skin.
He looks like a slumbering angel, Yoongi finds himself thinking in awe.
Then he shakes himself when he realizes what he's doing and stands up with a stretch. Jimin's arms slip from around him, and the movement makes him stir. Jimin's sleepy eyes blink open and a soft smile graces his features when he sees Yoongi.
“Good morning, Cutiebutt,” Jimin says in an adorable voice raspy with sleep. He reaches a hand out to scratch behind Yoongi's ears, who leans into the touch despite himself.
Jimin sits up in bed and rubs his eyes. He has creases indented in his cheek from the pillow. “Hungry?” He asks Yoongi, who perks his ears and meows a loud affirmative. Jimin laughs and slides out of bed, and Yoongi hops off to follow him out into the living room, tail held high.
Jimin gives him another plateful of tuna and pulls out some cold, leftover kimchi from the fridge for himself. Yoongi looks between the plate on the floor and Jimin at the table. Finally he leaves the tuna and hops up on the table next to Jimin, who cries out, “Hey!”
Before Jimin can stop him, Yoongi bends his head and starts eating the kimchi straight from the plate. “Hey! Cutiebutt, stop that!” Jimin tries to push him away, but Yoongi just swats at him with paws and keeps eating. It's probably the most delicious thing he's ever tasted before.
Jimin slumps back in his chair and watches Yoongi in disbelief. “Unbelievable,” he mutters as Yoongi gobbles up his breakfast. It's probably not very good for him in his cat form, but he doesn't really care.
Jimin tries to shoo him away a few more times before he gives up and lets Yoongi eat the rest of the kimchi, instead pouring a bowl of cereal for himself.
“Will you be okay here by yourself while I go pick up some stuff at the store?” Jimin asks a while later when he's washing the dishes. Yoongi gives a little mrrow of affirmation and goes back to cleaning his face with his paw.
Jimin leaves the TV on for him while he's gone, and Yoongi curls up to watch reruns of Boys Over Flowers. He'd fallen asleep when Jimin gets home, but the rattle of keys in the door wakes him. Jimin pushes the door opened, arms laden with grocery bags, and Yoongi sits up on the couch to watch him.
“Hi, Cutiebutt,” Jimin calls to him, and Yoongi rolls his eyes at the name. “Were you okay while I was gone?”
Yoongi jumps off the couch and prances across the floor into the kitchen, hopping up on the table to watch as Jimin starts unloading stuff from the bags.
There's a small litter box and a bag of litter, some cats toys, and a rectangle cardboard scratcher. When Yoongi sees a bag of dry cat food come out next, he immediately swipes at it with his paw, sending it crashing to the ground.
Jimin yelps and jumps back in alarm. “What the hell!”
“I’m not eating that crap,” Yoongi snaps at Jimin, his meows loud and plaintive. Jimin picks up the bag and glares at Yoongi.
“Stop being a little brat,” Jimin bites at him, and Yoongi feels his tail start fluffing up. Jimin sets the cat food back on the table, not fast enough to stop him when Yoongi once again sends it crashing to the tile.
“Stop it!” Jimin cries angrily, his cheeks all flushed and his eyes wild. He's cute when he's mad.
Yoongi sniffs the air snootily and pointedly turns his back on Jimin.
Dinner is a dramatic affair where Yoongi absolutely refuses to eat the bowl of cat food Jimin sets before him. He meows and meows and meows until Jimin finally gives up with a loud cry and gives Yoongi some of his instant ramen. The blue cat slurps it up happily and laughs to himself at the look on Jimin’s face.
They watch TV together after that, with Yoongi dozing off in Jimin’s lap as the blonde scratches his neck.
“Will you be okay tomorrow? I have school all day and then practice after, so I won't be home until the evening,” Jimin says later that night when they're in bed.
Yoongi is by Jimin's legs, but he has a feeling he’ll be joining Jimin under the covers soon. Yoongi doesn't like the thought of being home alone all day without Jimin or anything to do, but there's not much he can do about it. He kneads at Jimin’s leg under the covers in answer.
“You know, sometimes I feel like you actually can understand me,” Jimin says, making Yoongi snort-cough in amusement.
If you only knew, kid.
Yoongi learns many things about Jimin in the weeks that follow. His full name is Park Jimin, he's originally from Busan, and he's a dance major at the local college. Everyday after school he spends two hours practicing with his dance mates, Hoseok and Jungkook. He hates mangoes and loves super sugary tea in pretty cups. He always does his laundry at the same time every week. He folds his underwear. He sings to himself whenever he gets the chance. He always leaves the TV on for Yoongi when he's not home. He loves extra marshmallows in his hot chocolate. He has a particular fondness for black licorice, which Yoongi will never understand.
Yoongi learns that Jimin is soft and gentle and warm and kind, and so full of love it's incredible to Yoongi. He wakes up every morning cuddled in Jimin's arms, and every morning he's struck again by how beautiful he is.
He also learns that Jimin is a terrible fucking witch. One time he'd tried to cast a glamour spell on himself and had instead turned the wallpaper of his apartment a putrid yellow color. Another time he'd tried to brew a shrinking potion and almost caught his hair on fire when it exploded.
“I just need more practice!” Jimin had defended himself shrilly at Yoongi’s deeply judgemental look.
Yoongi is curled up on the couch watching a Korean dubbed version of Men in Black when he's startled by the doorknob rattling. He jumps up and glances at the clock above the TV. Jimin isn't supposed to be home for another two hours.
The door opens and Jimin pushes inside, and the first thing a Yoongi notices is that he's crying. Alarm and panic flaring inside him, Yoongi leaps off the couch and runs to Jimin.
“Jimin, what's wrong?!” Yoongi yowls at him, twining around and around Jimin's ankles, staring up at him in concern. “What happened? Are you okay?”
Jimin drops his stuff on the table and walks across the living room to flop down on the couch, eyes red and blotchy and wet with tears. Yoongi jumps into his lap and stares intently at his face, his heart breaking at the sight in front of him.
“What happened?” He demands in a raspy meow.
A sob rips through Jimin’s chest and a fresh wave of tears spills down his face. Desperate, Yoongi rubs his head against Jimin’s chin and purrs as hard as he can, trying to calm him down. “Don't cry, Jiminie, it's okay. Please don't cry.”
Yoongi stands up in Jimin’s lap and places his paws on either side of his chest, bringing them face to face. He started licking at Jimin’s salty tears, earning a watery giggle from Jimin at the feeling of Yoongi’s rough tongue scratching against his skin. He's still purring furiously, booping his cold wet nose on Jimin’s cheeks between licks.
Jimin wraps his arms around Yoongi and buries his face in his soft blue fur, seeming to take comfort in the sounds of Yoongi's purring. They stay like this for a little while until Jimin is finally calmed down.
“What happened, Jiminie?” Yoongi asks again when Jimin finally pulls back. Jimin, unfortunately, doesn't answer.
Yoongi finds out later though when Jimin calls his best friend, Taehyung. Jimin is tucked under the warm covers of his bed with Yoongi pressed against his stomach. He'd refused to leave Jimin's side after what happened earlier, and Jimin seems to be grateful for his company.
“Hey, Tae,” Jimin says into his phone, sounding tired and subdued. “Yeah, I'm okay.” There's a pause while Taehyung probably asked what happened. “You know my awful psychology professor? The one who I'm positive is the actual antichrist and has it out for me? Well today she called me out during the lecture in front of everyone and asked me a question that we haven't even covered yet. I got it wrong of course, and then she called me an idiot in front of everyone, said I should focus on dance because I'll never be smart enough for an actual career, and a bunch of people laughed. I've never been so mortified and humiliated in my life.”
Yoongi feels rage sweep through him and he sees red. He clenches his hands--paws?--and vows that if he ever meets this woman he'll shred her to fucking pieces. Yoongi shoves his face into Jimin's armpit and purrs loudly. Jimin’s response to something Taehyung said is cut off by his giggles at the tickling sensation. He tries to push Yoongi’s face away but he just burrows deeper.
“It's-ah!-just Señor Cutiebutt,” Jimin giggles breathlessly into the phone.
He finally succeeds in pulling Yoongi's face out and bends down to press a kiss on his little furry head. Yoongi feels warmth overtake his body and he tingles pleasantly, little cat heart beating frantically in his chest.
“Well, if you want to meet him then come over,” Jimin says into the phone, stroking the bridge of Yoongi's nose. The scent of vanilla and toffee is so strong pressed up this close to Jimin, and Yoongi is drowning in it.
“Yeah, okay,” Jimin yawns loudly. “I'll see you tomorrow. Bye.”
He hangs up and places his phone on the bedside table. Yoongi crawls up to curl around Jimin's neck, purring softly when Jimin threads his little fingers into Yoongi's long fur.
“Goodnight, Cutie,” Jimin whispers, on the edge of sleep. Yoongi settles his nose into the crook of Jimin’s neck and sighs deeply.
“Goodnight, Jiminie.”
Jimin keeps trying to get Yoongi to play with the cat toys. He really doesn't want to, but Jimin keeps tossing the little green mouse over and over, a hopeful smile on his face.
“Go on! Get the mouse!” Jimin keeps cooing at him.
Finally Yoongi sighs in defeat and decides to humor him. If it'll make Jimin happy, he'll do anything.
He goes racing after the mouse when Jimin tosses it across the living room the next time, and Jimin laughs gleefully behind him. The sound is so pure and bright and wonderful that Yoongi decides acting like a cat for a bit is a small price to pay for it.
Jimin loses his mind when Yoongi carries the mouse back and drops it in front of him. “What a good little doggy,” the blonde croons at Yoongi, who rolls his eyes but secretly glows at the praise.
He plays fetch with Jimin for a while until he starts to grow bored. Jimin seems to sense it because he stands up and heads into the kitchen. He comes back with a bag of some shredded green stuff and sits down in front of Yoongi.
“You want some catnip?” Jimin asks him excitedly, ripping open the seal.
And, on no. Not gonna happen. Playing with toys is one thing, but Yoongi's seen how cats act when they're on catnip, and he's not about to act the fool in front of Jimin.
Jimin pinches a little of the herb between his fingers and sprinkles it on the carpet. Yoongi tries to ignore it and turn away, but his nose seems to have a mind of its own.
Next thing he knows he's sniffing at the carpet, and holy shit.
It hits Yoongi like a bus. His heart suddenly starts hammering against his ribs and his blood starts singing, racing through his veins. He starts feeling drunk and a little loopy, and it's incredible.
He shoves his face into the carpet and inhales deeply, feeling his body come alive. Yoongi rubs his face across the catnip, suddenly excited. His skin twitches. He flops onto his side and starts kicking at the carpet. Jimin is laughing.
Yoongi feels incredible! He could take on the world! He wants more. Wants to sniff, wants to lick, wants to eat! He's wild and free!
He rolls onto his back and claws at the air. He's fast and dangerous like a tiger!
“Holy shit!” Yoongi yells, his meows loud and warbling.
Jimin laughs again. It sounds a little distorted. It's the best thing he's ever heard. Yoongi rolls over and latches onto Jimin's leg. Jimin squeals but Yoongi sinks his claws in, kicks at Jimin with his back feet.
This is fun! Wow!
“Stop!” Jimin is still laughing, trying to retract his leg from Yoongi's grip. Yoongi swipes at him with a clawed paw when Jimin tries to push him away.
No! Jimin can't push him away! Jimin belongs to Yoongi! Jimin is his!
“Jimin is mine, can't give to anybody!” Yoongi yowls madly.
Jimin is still laughing. He is so beautiful! Like an angel! Jimin makes Yoongi's heart race and his tummy feel all silly and fluttery!
Jimin grabs the mouse next to him and throws it hard.
Oooh, prey! Must attack! Must kill!
Yoongi jumps up and races after it like the lethal predator he is.
The crash hits Yoongi just as hard.
One minute he's diving at a piece of lint on the floor, and the next he's flopping onto his side and falling asleep, exhausted to the bone. Jimin's happy giggles twirl around his dreams.
Yoongi is really fucking glad he works for himself, or else he'd be in big trouble with a boss. He knows his parents have probably been trying to get ahold of him for the past month, but Yoongi's phone had been in his pocket when the sorceress had turned him, and he has no idea where it is now.
Slowly Yoongi is beginning to accept that he'll probably never be human again. He's tried to communicate to Jimin over and over what has happened to him and how he needs his help, but the young witch just doesn't understand.
That day when Jimin gets home from school, he finally brings Taehyung over to meet Yoongi. The kid is loud and has an incredibly deep voice, with big puppy eye and long ashy hair. He smells like cinnamon and too much cologne.
Jimin introduces them, and when Taehyung reaches out a hand to pet him, Yoongi narrows his eyes dangerously at him. Taehyung seems to get the hint and retracts his hand, looking spooked.
A little while later, Jimin and Taehyung are sitting on the floor of the living room playing cards, and Yoongi is on the couch staring at Taehyung, when he finally speaks up.
“I don't like him,” Taehyung says, pointing at Yoongi.
Jimin looks hurt and offended. “Why not?”
“He keeps,” Taehyung flaps his hands around. “Staring at me, like he knows all my deepest secrets and can understand everything I say. It's creepy. Plus, why is he blue? It's weird.”
Jimin glares at his best friend and strokes Yoongi's fur, as if he's worried the cat is offended. Yoongi just grins smugly at Taehyung, who gasps. “He just smiled at me!”
Jimin whips around to see Yoongi primly cleaning a paw. “What are you talking about?”
Taehyung splutters loudly, eyes bugging out of his head. “I'm telling you, hyung, that's not a normal cat.”
Jimin rolls his eyes and grabs a new card. “That's because he's not a normal cat. He's my familiar and he's magical. And I'm pretty sure he can understand you, so be careful what you say.”
Taehyung leaves a while after that, muttering about alien cats and creepy smiles. Yoongi is relieved that he's gone and he gets to have Jimin all to himself again.
That night, Jimin is lying on his stomach on the bed studying, a highlighter sticking out of his mouth while he reads. Yoongi hops up next to him and comes face to face with the most glorious ass to ever exist. Yoongi's cat side must be starting to taking over, because he sees it and all he wants to do is knead. So Yoongi places both of his paws on Jimin's round, firm ass and begins kneading his cheeks as if they were bread dough. Jimin jumps and starts giggling madly, looking behind him at Yoongi, whose eyes are half closed and who is purring softly.
“That tickles,” Jimin complains through his laughter, wiggling his ass to try to dislodge Yoongi. Little kitty claws sink into his skin just enough to stop Jimin from moving and to keep him still.
When Yoongi realizes what the actual fuck he's doing, he freezes and his eyes go wide. Is he seriously kneading and groping Jimin's ass, for christ’s sake? How much more perverted can he get?
Yoongi jumps away from Jimin’s backside and instead stalks up towards his head. Jimin pushes aside his textbook and rolls onto his side, reaching out to scratch at Yoongi's scruff. Yoongi goes limp in pleasure and flops onto his side, closing his eyes as a purr starts rumbling in his throat. Jimin keeps scratching and rubbing until Yoongi is flat on his back, limbs splayed aside to allow Jimin access to the velvet soft fur of his belly.
He feels so content, so warm and safe, bathed in Jimin’s presence. He's starting to forget what his life was like before he was turned into a cat and met the young witch. Whenever he's around Jimin his heart races and fills with happiness.
It's when Jimin leans in and nuzzles his face into Yoongi’s warm belly and says, “I love you, Cutiebutt,” that Yoongi realizes;
Oh shit, he's completely head-over-heels (paws-over-tail?) in love with Park Jimin.