“Think about last night. Remember anything unusual?”

Last night… The two of them stayed late at the coffee shop with some friends and had a few drinks.

Baekhun had to be carried home, but he’s always been a lightweight. His Corgi passed out beneath a table.

Yixing physically restrained his platypus to keep him from accidentally poisoning anyone.

Chanyeol’s spider monkey wouldn’t come down from the ceiling rafters unless bribed with junk food.

Han recorded everything—for posterity’s sake, of course—and made the drinks, which would explain why even Minseok got so fuzzy.

He remembers leaving—

Who locked up? Please let it be Kyungsoo. He’s the most reliable, trustworthy, and immune to peer pressure. His porcupine also adds a measure of physical security.

Tan spent the walk home draped over Minseok’s neck like a gym towel, sleepy and giggling at the moths hitting street lamps.

They came home, undressed, and crawled into bed.

“Think harder,” Tan says. “If it hurts, good.”

Sitting up makes the room spin a little; Minseok lays back down.

It wasn’t too late when they came home, but most of the people out were in cars, not walking. There was someone out tossing trash into a dumpster—the noise had scared Tan, and she knocked her head against Minseok’s jaw. There was a uniquely gorgeous spotted cat on the windowsill outside the empty apartment next door. It didn’t mind Minseok’s drunken compliments—remarks that would sound more familiar coming from a middle-aged man on a train—and eagerly accepted his deliberate, careful pets with a smile and purrs.

Cats don’t normally smile.

“Oh, no…”