Jongin chews his bacon and stares at Sehun.

He goes over the counter to fetch a glass of milk and places it on top of the catboy’s untouched food.

He chews on his food again.

He  stares.

And stares.

“Why aren’t you eating your food?” Jongin demands through a mouthful of meat and eggs. Sehun’s cheek is pressed on the table beside his plate, a pout plastered on his lips. His round eyes stare back at Jongin.

“Eat,” Jongin orders, pushing the plate closer to his face. Sehun goes cross-eyed.

“Sehun.” Jongin tries again.

Sehun raises his head and shakes his head like a kid. He rubs his eyes with his hands. “Sehun no eat.”

“Sehun,” Jongin chides. Sehun flashes his most innocent face, giving his master his beautiful eyes. Jongin pushes the plate closer.

But when it’s clear that the cat is not going to make a move, he stands from his seat and walks over to him.

The exasperated owner pulls the plate towards the spoiled cat and scoops up the bacon and egg. He holds out the silverware towards the cat. “Say aaaaaaaah~”

Sehun tilts his head in confusion but says, “Aaaaah~” anyway.

Jongin deposits the spoon inside his mouth. Sehun’s eyes widen. “Whrrr—”

“Don’t talk when your mouth is full!” Jongin whacks his head with the spoon. He puffs his cheeks in annoyance and is forced to chew the food on his mouth.

Jongin grins at him in triumph. “Good boy, good boy,” he ruffles his hair as a reward. Sehun seem to be okay with eating now.

“More?” Jongin asks when Sehun has finally swallowed all the food in his mouth. Sehun nods eagerly and opens his mouth for an, “Aaaaaaah~”

Jongin clucks his tongue but feeds him anyway. “You have hands!”

Sehun just chews happily, flashing a bright smile at his master. Jongin just sighs and proceeds to feed him again.

All throughout, he does nothing but shake his head in disbelief because, “How did I become my pet’s babysitter again?”

Sehun just beams, meat lodged between his teeth and gives his master a thumbs-up.

-

Jongin’s not sure what he’s supposed to be surprised about more: The fact that Sehun is on the floor, lying on his stomach strip , or the fact that in between the catboy’s hands, is his used and dirty brief this morning. He snatches the fabric off his hands, annoyed.

“What are you doing with my briefs? And ohmygod—why are you ?!”

Sehun rolls over, showing that, and the milky expanse of white flesh contrasting his brown hair. It’s not as if Jongin has not seen his pet’s entire body before, it’s just that, Sehun is like a teenage cat-boy now—with the body of a boy and the traits of a cat. Needless to say, Sehun can still be categorized as human. And seeing a human’s and unblemished skin stirs something inside of Jongin. Something, something down there t