hc_bingo fic: isolation
Title: The Wisdom of Cats
Fandom: DBSK
Pairing: none
Prompt: Isolation
Rating: G
Word Count: 683
Summary: Pet ownership wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Jaejoong just wanted something that would love an adore him unconditionally. Instead, he got Changmin in cat form.
AN: Written, as the subject and tag say, for hc_bingo. Masterpost with game card is here.
It hated him. He took a picture of the battle wounds (really just three small scratches on the back of his hand that were entirely his own fault but how was he supposed to know cats didn’t like treadmills?) to post to Twitter and text to everyone he knew. They’d all want to know he was mortally wounded, right? Right. He considered taking a picture of the thing holed up under his couch, but the flash would probably startle it into attacking him again and his stylists would kill him. There was a difference, after all, between cool battle scars and being horribly disfigured for life.
He scrolled through his... what was it called again? He still didn’t remember all the fancy names and terms they were supposed to use. Junsu was posting more adorable pictures of his kittens again. He pouted at his phone, like it would suddenly decide to feel bad for him. How many did he even have now and all of them loved him. Jaejoong had one, ONE, that he showered with love and devotion and attempts at affection and all he got was violence.
Suddenly, he missed Changmin.
But he didn’t want the Changmin of cats. If he had to have something that beat him up for looking at it wrong, he wanted the real Changmin. Instead, he had a cat and a big lonely apartment and more breathing room than he ever thought he’d have. He didn’t think the fangirls had even managed to track him to his new place yet.
Amazing. Yoochun would never stop laughing at him if he found out Jaejoong was lamenting having a private life. But that was the problem, wasn’t it? He had all the privacy and space in the world, practically a luxury after the dorms, but no one to laugh at him when he tripped over his own feet trying to get his ridiculous boots off at the door or to yell at him when he just skipped taking them off altogether.
He had his own bed in his own bedroom in his own apartment and he couldn’t remember a time he’d ever been more lonely.
It wasn’t his fault. Growing up with eight older sisters in a small house, you learned fairly early on that privacy was a concept reserved for people without siblings. And then going to Seoul and constantly sharing tiny apartments trying to make enough money to eat, and then being crammed into SM’s dorms that were even smaller... well, what was he supposed to do? Just forget all of that? He’d never lived alone before, and he really wasn’t sure he liked it. There was no one to make breakfast for or say goodnight to (unless he wanted to run up his phone bill and Yoochun had begged him not to because Yoochun couldn’t afford it) and...
He was lonely. That’s all there was to it. He was lonely, and the thing he’d gone out and carefully selected out of millions of other possible applicants... hated him. It also hated Yoochun and Junsu and the cleaning lady and its own reflection, so he didn’t feel too bad, but the fact remained that it hated him.
Obviously, the answer was to try harder. It had never worked on Changmin, so he just assumed it would not work on the Changmin of cats, but if Jiji really was anything like Changmin, eventually he would give in just to make Jaejoong stop, and that day would be a glorious day! A victory for mankind over pet!
He yelped, pulling his legs up on the couch as the thing swiped at his ankles. It then proceeded to slink out from under the couch as if it hadn’t just tried to murder him, casually sauntering over to his favorite chair, which just happened to sit feet from its scratching post, and use the fine, Italian leather to sharpen its claws.
Jaejoong flopped onto his back with a moan, listening to the sound of thousands of Won being shredded by the ungrateful beast. Truly, it was the Changmin of cats.
Fandom: DBSK
Pairing: none
Prompt: Isolation
Rating: G
Word Count: 683
Summary: Pet ownership wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Jaejoong just wanted something that would love an adore him unconditionally. Instead, he got Changmin in cat form.
AN: Written, as the subject and tag say, for hc_bingo. Masterpost with game card is here.
It hated him. He took a picture of the battle wounds (really just three small scratches on the back of his hand that were entirely his own fault but how was he supposed to know cats didn’t like treadmills?) to post to Twitter and text to everyone he knew. They’d all want to know he was mortally wounded, right? Right. He considered taking a picture of the thing holed up under his couch, but the flash would probably startle it into attacking him again and his stylists would kill him. There was a difference, after all, between cool battle scars and being horribly disfigured for life.
He scrolled through his... what was it called again? He still didn’t remember all the fancy names and terms they were supposed to use. Junsu was posting more adorable pictures of his kittens again. He pouted at his phone, like it would suddenly decide to feel bad for him. How many did he even have now and all of them loved him. Jaejoong had one, ONE, that he showered with love and devotion and attempts at affection and all he got was violence.
Suddenly, he missed Changmin.
But he didn’t want the Changmin of cats. If he had to have something that beat him up for looking at it wrong, he wanted the real Changmin. Instead, he had a cat and a big lonely apartment and more breathing room than he ever thought he’d have. He didn’t think the fangirls had even managed to track him to his new place yet.
Amazing. Yoochun would never stop laughing at him if he found out Jaejoong was lamenting having a private life. But that was the problem, wasn’t it? He had all the privacy and space in the world, practically a luxury after the dorms, but no one to laugh at him when he tripped over his own feet trying to get his ridiculous boots off at the door or to yell at him when he just skipped taking them off altogether.
He had his own bed in his own bedroom in his own apartment and he couldn’t remember a time he’d ever been more lonely.
It wasn’t his fault. Growing up with eight older sisters in a small house, you learned fairly early on that privacy was a concept reserved for people without siblings. And then going to Seoul and constantly sharing tiny apartments trying to make enough money to eat, and then being crammed into SM’s dorms that were even smaller... well, what was he supposed to do? Just forget all of that? He’d never lived alone before, and he really wasn’t sure he liked it. There was no one to make breakfast for or say goodnight to (unless he wanted to run up his phone bill and Yoochun had begged him not to because Yoochun couldn’t afford it) and...
He was lonely. That’s all there was to it. He was lonely, and the thing he’d gone out and carefully selected out of millions of other possible applicants... hated him. It also hated Yoochun and Junsu and the cleaning lady and its own reflection, so he didn’t feel too bad, but the fact remained that it hated him.
Obviously, the answer was to try harder. It had never worked on Changmin, so he just assumed it would not work on the Changmin of cats, but if Jiji really was anything like Changmin, eventually he would give in just to make Jaejoong stop, and that day would be a glorious day! A victory for mankind over pet!
He yelped, pulling his legs up on the couch as the thing swiped at his ankles. It then proceeded to slink out from under the couch as if it hadn’t just tried to murder him, casually sauntering over to his favorite chair, which just happened to sit feet from its scratching post, and use the fine, Italian leather to sharpen its claws.
Jaejoong flopped onto his back with a moan, listening to the sound of thousands of Won being shredded by the ungrateful beast. Truly, it was the Changmin of cats.