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You can’t believe this is happening.
Well, you can, but you really wish it wasn’t.
You somehow had managed to be fooled by your best friend, Anne, to go into a cat café.
Not just any cat café. But, Bangtan Kitten-Boys.
Everyone knew about the infamous café. Instead of cute, frilly, female waitresses... they were ridiculously attractive men in questionably tight clothing.
All the girls at your work talked about this place, how these men were dangerously cute and sexy at the same time. Anyone who goes in there is swept off their feet by their dazzling charm.
You have a weird déjà vu, reminded of Ouran High School Host Club. Each boy was a different type of attractive.
‘RM,’ is described as the ultimate daddy type. He was suave, had a deep luxurious voice, and just screams dominance. He has a fondness for wrapping his arm around guests as he guides them to their table. Groups tend to fight for who he touches.
‘Jin,’ is commonly referred to as the “mom” of the establishment. He treats his coworkers with such care and love, and you know how girls just love yaoi. They eat that shit up. Each girl who gets his attention feels very lucky. The cool, sensitize type.
‘Sugar,’ the classiest stripper name, is the sweet, gentle type. He always writes cute things on the coffees with the foam, specializing it for each person. He pays attention to each girl’s needs and is constantly checking up on refills or anything.
‘Hope,’ is a literal ball of sunshine. He is constantly complimenting everyone, trying to make them smile. He’s like an energetic puppy, and that is what makes him endearing. You find yourself wanting to corrupt him.
‘V,’ is a cheeky guy. He is constantly cracking jokes, making sly comments, and pulling little pranks on everyone. He always has on this mischievous smirk, that makes you want to slap him as much as it makes you want to kiss him.
‘Jimin,’ is the “mysterious” type. He is soft spoken, and has a knowing smile on his face. Like he looks right through you. Like he knows what you want to do with him, and has a piercing gaze. He makes you hot under the collar without saying a single word.
‘Kookie,’ another classic stripper name, goes to the youngest of the men. He has a childlike curiosity to him, but don’t let that fool you. He can melt the coldest of hearts with a few words and has a dazzling smile.
You never wanted to figure out if it was true. Anne knew how antisocial and shy you were. So, when she asked if you wanted to go get some food in a little cute café, you figured more of a Starbucks ordeal. NOT THIS.
You’re both standing outside of the building, “Bangtan Kitten-Boys" in bold cursive writing in front of you.
“No way.” You tell her firmly, attempting to get out of her hold.
“(y/n), relax. No one is going to hurt you. You’re going to enjoy yourself.” She insists, pulling you towards the door.
“I’d rather die!” You squeak out as you struggle in her hold. When did she get so strong?
“Well, you’ll have a sexy funeral.” She says before you both crash inside the doors.
You land on the ground from the force of the struggle and let out a small groan and close your eyes, absolutely mortified. You hear soft korean music playing in the background and the smell of pastries fill the air.
“Anne, I am going to kill you.” You mutter as you open your eyes as you feel a hand on your shoulder. Oh god. It’s not Anne. You stare into the dark eyes of a man way too good looking to be real.
He chuckles and puts his arm around you to lift you off the ground. “For some reason, I can’t see a pretty little thing like you being able to accomplish that.”
Your face burns bright red as you look down, hoping for the ground to swallow you up. Anne is laughing beside you.
“She is harmless,” Anne says as is you aren’t there. “Sorry for the commotion, she just needed a little push to get in here.”
The man looks at me warmly and I get a glance at his name tag. “RM.” The daddy type. Oh god, what is he wearing? He’s in tight black jeans with a soft silver tail, no shirt, a silver bowtie, a black collar with gorgeous silver lace, black cat ears with light makeup and cat whiskers drawn on. You’re going to faint. How is he so adorable yet intimidatingly attractive? He called you pretty? Look at HIM.
You look back at the ground and whisper out an apology.
“Oh sweetheart, there’s no reason to be scared. We don’t bite.” RM says, before wrapping his arm around me. “Unless you want that, of course.” He whispers with a smug smile.
Oh god. Can you get any redder? I gasp softly and look at Anne for help, who seems far too amused at this situation.
“Let’s get you lovely ladies a table.” RM guides you over to a soft looking booth. The interior of the café is soft blue and purple shades, unlike other cat cafes that are traditionally pink. And instead of harsh lamps or hanging lights, there are fairy lights all around the ceiling and on the backs of the booth. The walls are covered in pictures of the boys with customers, how cute. You know this because you’re keeping your eyes anywhere other than RM.
He sits you down as Anne takes her seat across from you. You scoot over as far as you can to get away from him, overwhelmingly warm and your heart racing.
He smiles at you both, “Your server will be with you shortly. Don’t miss me too much.” He winks at you before going back to the entrance of the room.
As soon as he’s out of sight you shove your face in your hands. “Oh my god, that was so embarrassing. Anne, why didn’t you help me?!” You wail into your hands.
“What do you mean, help you? That was the best thing that could ever happen! You had the attention of such a hot guy! You should be thanking me!” She laughs before reaching out to grab your hands and pull them away from your face. You look at her with mild panic in your eyes and her face goes serious. “(y/n), I promise you that was not embarrassing. You were adorable, and it’s not as big of a deal as you think it is. Take a breather.” She smiles at you and you breathe in deep before releasing her hands. She always knows exactly what to say.
“Thank you, I’m sorry for freaking out, I just don’t like being caught off guard. That was like my worst nightmare.” You say before grabbing one of the menus. “Although he was so attractive, I know I don’t stand a chance.” You mutter with a chuckle.
“Oh, nonsense. He was eating you up, you’re such an adorable bean.” Anne remarks.
You shake your head but decide to go ahead and change the subject.
“What are you thinking for your order, Anne?”
“We should do seasonal drinks!” She suggests, knowing your weakness for pumpkin spice.
“Basic bitches back at it again.” You say teasingly.
“Don’t pretend like you don’t love it, (y/n).” She sticks her tongue at you.
You look back at the menu and decide to get the house special, cute bunny shaped sandwiches with a side of fresh fruit cut into cute shapes. Anne decides on some sort of soup with heart shaped crackers.
“I wonder who is going to be our waiter.” Anne muses out loud.
“I don’t know if my heart can handle another hot man.” You joke, but are semi-serious. These boys are bad for your health.
“Chim Chim!” You hear a voice whine out from across the room and you both look over to see two of the guys across the room, locked in an embrace. “Pay attention to me!”
‘Chim chim,’ as he was referred to, appeared to be pulling away from the boy. Or trying, at least.
“Sugar, we need to work. And don’t call me that while we’re working. I promise later we can cuddle all you want. Now, get off me!” The man whisper shouts at the other.
Sugar whines and pulls away reluctantly. “Okay, Jimin. But only because you promised.” He has a cute little smile as they walk in your direction. Now that you can see them better, it’s harder to breathe. They are both in the same tight black jeans as RM, also VERY shirtless, and the whiskers and makeup is the same, but that’s where the similarities stop.
Jimin has a bright pink bow tie and soft pink ears and tail. His collar is black with delicate pink lace in the shape of hearts. Unlike RM, he has black suspenders. He appears to be the only boy with that difference. Despite the pink, he looks far from cute. The suspenders draw your eyes to his chest. His beautiful, well defined chest.
Sugar has a gorgeous mint bow tie with a forest green ears and tail. His collar is the same mint green with simple black lace trim on the edges. While he has no suspenders, he has small black hearts above his hip bones. Yet again drawing your eye to his sculpted abs.
You realize you’re staring when they look back at you with a smirk. They know they’re hot and you look like a complete pervert.
You squeak and fold your arms on the table and bury your head in them. Anne laughs at your misery once again. “Don’t worry, (y/n). They’re used to girls staring at them. You’re not being weird.”
You peek your eyes up at her and see her looking at them as well.
“They are absolutely scrumptious. Talk about dinner and a show.” She says with hearts in her eyes.
You snort and cover your mouth right after. She looks at you with delight on her face.
“I can’t believe you just snorted!” She laughs as you groan in embarrassment yet again.
“Why can’t I be a normal human who isn’t so embarrassing?” You complain before hearing a low chuckle behind you.
“You are far from embarrassing, my sweet.” You turn to the man who said it and your mouth nearly drops but you snap it shut.
His name tag reads Jin, but that’s not where you are looking. He of course has the same face makeup with the whiskers and tight black jeans. But he has on a small unbuttoned vest instead of being completely shirtless. The vest is a soft lilac color, as well as his bowtie. His ears and tail are a darker purple. Unlike the others, he has no collar. He appears to be the oldest of the wait staff, so maybe that indicates him as the owner? Either way, that leaves more of his neck exposed and your eyes trace the prominent veins and forget how to breathe for a moment before he starts talking again.
“You are actually quite adorable when you snort. Don’t be ashamed.” He smiles gently at you before turning to Anne. “And you are gorgeous as well, of course. Forgive me for my lack of introduction. My name is Jin, and I will be your server for this afternoon. Do you have an idea of what you’d like, or do you need a couple minutes?”
‘I’d like a tall glass of you,” You think to yourself before mentally cringing and turning to Anne as she says both of your orders. You have a hard time with ordering places, and she is good about doing it for you.
Jin looks at you. “You don’t talk much, do you? What a shame. I’m sure you have a lovely voice.” He goes to grab your menus as your face burns again. He is just doing his job, (y/n). Don’t look too far into it.
“I’m sorry, I’m just...” You try to speak but he presses a finger over your lips. You jolt from the touch and your lips twitch from the intrusion as he leans in to whisper in your ear.
“Don’t worry, love. You don’t need to make yourself uncomfortable.” He says kindly, breath hot on your ear and sending shivers down your spine. “Although I was correct, you have a beautiful voice.” He says before straightening up and acting as though nothing happened.
His hand lingers on top of yours as he grabs the menu from you. Your hand tingles from his touch and you find yourself gazing into his eyes for a few seconds before he smiles and pulls away. You find yourself disappointed but shake that thought out of your head. These boys are going to be the death of you.
“I’ll go ahead and get that order right in for you lovely ladies. Your drinks will be out before your food, and another server will bring you some fresh bread to snack on.” He nods at you both before walking away.
“You are so lucky, (y/n)! You’re getting all of the boy’s attention!” Anne whines and puts her head on her hand.
“I’m getting attention because I am a magnet for disaster!” You defend yourself and play with the tiny packets of sugar. “Although he did go a little bit far. I wonder if that’s part of their job.”
“You are so dense sometimes.” She chuckles at your obliviousness. What you don’t see, that she does, is the way the boy’s gaze lingers on you after each interaction. Even now, their eyes flicker to you randomly. She decides to keep that to herself.
Your eyes wander around the room as you two chat mindlessly. It truly is magical in here. It feels as though you stepped into an alternate universe. Not too far away from your booth, you see one of the men wiping down a table. All you can see is one side of him from this angle, but you can tell from a quick glance he is one of the younger guys. His uniform is the same in the same way as the others, except his ears and tail are a soft pastel blue. His bowtie matches his ears, but his collar is a simple black with a tiny bell. His shoulder muscles tense as he scrubs at the table. You melt at the way his arms flex with each simple movement.
You nudge Anne to point him out. “Do you have any idea which one he is? I can’t see his name tag.”
She turns slightly to look at him, before turning back to you. “Oh, him? That’s Kookie. He’s the baby of them all.”
He finishes cleaning and stretches much like a cat, but oddly attractive. You want to pet him, to feel his taut muscles under your fingers. He reaches a hand up to his face to wipe away a thin layer of sweat and his gaze meets yours. His eyes twinkle with something you can’t describe as he blows you a kiss. You flush once again and turn your gaze to Anne.
“Don’t turn around or anything, but he just blew me a kiss.” You mutter with a warm feeling in your chest, fiddling with your hands. “They keep catching me looking at them. I’m probably creeping them out.”
“Oh, hush. You’re so innocent in your looking and they know that. You’re just curious, is all. Also, that’s so adorable, he is the most childlike of them, after all. But you know as well as I do there’s more to it.” She teases.
“He is probably a secret sadist or something. That’s what boys like that end up being.” You joke before seeing another man approaching your table with the bread mentioned before.
He radiates happiness with his wide grin as he approaches your table. You take the opportunity to quickly look him over.
His name tag says ‘Hope.’ He definitely suits the name. The usual tight pants look especially good on him, but that’s probably due to his confident walk and how he presents himself. He’s just as shirtless as the other boys, and the makeup is the same. Not that you expected anything different. His ears and tail are a warm orange shade, his bowtie is a simple black, and his collar is a light yellow with blood orange lace. You get a strong Halloween vibe from the orange and black, but that’s probably just a coincidence. His positive energy seems to energize you as you can’t help but smile back.
“Now why didn’t Jinny warn me how stunning you two would be?” He says setting down the bread and going to fan himself with his hand. “I’m going to melt! But oh, how it would be such an honor to pass on due to you beauties.” He exclaims, putting a hand over his chest dramatically.
You can’t help but giggle at his compliments. Anne is also blown away by his sweetness.
“I’m going to go blind at the sheer brightness of your smile! Oh, what sweet irony!” He says, clutching your hands as he gets on his knees. “To be unable to see the most beautiful woman, but having the privilege in the first place is astounding.”
You are so overwhelmed, but with him it seems harmless enough that you let him go on. His hands are warm and soft on yours. You look at him with a grin too big for your face and a permanent blush on your face, it seems.
Anne is surprised at your acceptance of the situation, and sneakily takes a picture when you both aren’t looking. You’ll want it later, she justifies to herself.
He stands and takes a deep bow. “My fair princesses, it has been quite the treat to serve you. Please excuse my exit.” He looks up at you as he is in his bow, looking up from under his lashes, and seemingly piercing you with his intense gaze. The faint hint of a smirk is on his face as he stands back up straight. He may seem so upbeat and wholesome, but you see the workings of a untamable beast inside him desperate to break out.
It seems he is about to say something before he is called back to the kitchen. He nods at you both before rushing off. How anticlimatic.
“Okay, you are seriously so lucky.” Anne gushes. “He was so cute, and you were so cute back! You handled that so well! I’m proud of you!”
“I think I’m getting desensitized to them, with how each of them acts so flirtatiously.” You think out loud. “Although, I am dying on the inside.”
Anne laughs at your dismay and grabs a piece of bread, buttering it and taking a bite. “Oh my god, (y/n). This is so good. You have to have some.”
You grab a piece of the warm bread, a little sad it’s not in some sort of cute shape, but go and butter it and plop it in your mouth.
“You were so right.” You moan as it seems to melt in your mouth. “So good.” You say dreamily.
“You sound so good when you moan, do you think I could get you to do it for me?” You hear a deep voice from beside you and turn to another attractive man with a gasp at his suggestive words.
“I, I, uh... what?” You stutter out as your face turns to a bright red, your eyebrows stretched up high on your face as you are in shock. He seems to tower over you, and you observe him carefully. The tight jeans and makeup are the same, of course. But his ears and tail are a fiery red color, contrasting his golden skin in the best of ways. His collar is brick red with small black spikes and black lace trimming, much more defiant than the other sweet designs. He has a regular red tie as opposed to a bowtie, and it is tied loosely around his neck. His chest is in your line of vision and you drink in the tight shoulder muscles and prominent collar bones. He is sin and you needed church.
The man, ‘V’ lets out a deep laugh as he sets your drinks down in front of you.
“I think you heard me just fine, my sweet songbird.” He has a cheeky smirk on his face as he leans forward to grab a small piece of bread, you are about to ask him what he’s doing before he holds it in front of your mouth. “Open up, sweetheart. Maybe I can work another sweet sound from you.”
You’re frozen in place as your heart hammers against your chest as blood seems to rush to your face at a rapid pace. His eyes are lit up with mischief yet cloudy with an emotion you don’t want to think about, and one corner of his mouth is quirked up. Without thinking, you part your lips and he slips the piece in, before resting his fingers on your chin, closing your jaw with a lingering finger. “Good girl.” He says with a smirk.
What is air? You can’t seem to remember how to breathe as he leans back up and tilts his head at the stunned look on your face. The way he is tilting his head makes you think of a curious kitten. How fitting.
“Well, ladies, as much as I’d love to stay...” Did he look at you as he said that? He had to of looked at you while he said that. “I must get back to work.” He winks at you as he saunters away.
You look at Anne as smoke seems to come out of your ears.
“Did that really just happen?” You ask, completely dumbfounded.
“Yes, yes it did. I am so jealous!” She whines as she cups her hands around her drink.
You don’t respond and just look down at your cup. You find no comfort in it as you realize what it has on it. The foam is in the shape of a heart and the word, “Angel,” in dainty cursive syrup.
You gasp and look up at Anne. “Who made this!?”
She looks at your cup and pouts. “I don’t know, but they must really like you. Mine just has a heart with no words.”
You look around and look for any sign of who could’ve done it. Then you remember that ‘Sugar’ is the one who typically makes the drinks. You look for his minty outfit and can’t find him. Why would he put that on your drink? He caught you staring at him earlier. You shake your head to try and get rid of your thoughts as you take a sip of your drink.
Anne smiles at you before saying, “I told you it would be a good idea bringing you here. You may just walk out of here with a boyfriend.”
Before you can swallow the tasty pumpkin goodness, you spit it out in shock, grabbing napkins to clean up your hands and face. “They’re just doing their jobs! There’s no way any of them have actual interest in me.” You protest, shoving bread in your mouth to avoid furthering the conversation.
“Oh, come on,” She rolls her eyes at you. “If it was all them just doing their job, wouldn’t they be doing the same to me?”
You didn’t think about that. That is a little strange but you change the subject to avoid further humiliation. “Aren’t you interested in that boy from work? The newer one.”
She seems to perk up at that and begins ranting and raving about him. You release a thankful sigh and smile at her. Thank god she is easily distracted.
You chat for a while, more like you listen to her and nod on the occasion, before your food is brought to you.
Jimin sets your food down with a sly little smile. Oh right, he’s the ‘mysterious’ one. You may get through this interaction with ease. He’s even more attractive up close. Not all men can pull off pink and make it look sexy, but he sure does. The suspenders are loose enough on him that one continually falls off his shoulder. This draws your eyes to his arms, thick and muscular as the rest of him. Fuck. Since when did I become such a horny bastard? This is embarrassing. You glare at the table, desperately trying to knock some sense into yourself.
“Here you go. I hope you enjoy the food.” He looks you over, as if looking for something. You feel incredibly small under his gaze. Anne notices the interaction and raises an eyebrow at him.
‘Oh god, please don’t say anything to him.’ You plead at her with your eyes.
She smirks before turning to him. “Can we help you, Jimin? You seem to be taken aback.”
You stare at her, aghast. Why would she do that? This could’ve been avoided.
You look at Jimin from under your lashes, scared of what he’s going to say.
“I was just wanting to see why the boys are so enraptured by you.” His eyes, as people have said, seem to look straight into your soul. Enraptured by me? He has to be lying.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir. Please spare me any insult.” You say quietly, looking at the table, hoping for the ground to swallow you up. You’re waiting for him to berate you or say something cruel. These boys could not be interested in someone as shy and boring as you. This must be a joke.
“On the contrary, my dear (y/n). I see exactly what they’re so caught up in.” His hand reaches under your chin to lift your head up to look at him. “The only insult here is the fact you’ve thrown us all off guard. But you can make it up to us, with your number.” His voice is silky and soothing, making you melt under his touch. This is too much for your poor heart to take.
You pull out of his gaze and start coughing violently, your anxiety bursting out and causing your body to force air in by coughing. You wrap your arms around your chest and everything around you is muffled, you are completely out of it. You don’t know what to think, you’re not used to attention. It’s too much. You’re tired of being played with. You look at Anne through glassy eyes as she seems to be explaining something to a panicked looking Jimin. You can’t be here anymore.
You jump out of your seat and rush towards the door. RM stops you before you make it out by grabbing your shoulders and making you look at him. You start to hyperventilate again as he tries to talk to you and figure out what is wrong. You shake him off and dart out the door. You run until you need to take a break, and find yourself near your neighborhood. You sit on a nearby bench and put your head in your hands, the intense pressure in your chest clearing as there is no one around you. You can’t believe you just did that.
Those boys were attractive, yes, and made you smile a few times. They made you blush even more. But you hardly knew them. You have a hard time dealing with people. With being touched. Growing up with no friends and a distant family, you are very touch starved. It’s easy for you to get overwhelmed. You knew they didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, and maybe they did have genuine interest in you. You didn’t mean to make a scene, and they are probably worried about you. You wish you could explain yourself, but you never want to go back there again.
Your phone has been ringing nonstop and you decide to finally pull it out. Of course, it’s Anne. You accept the call.
“Hello?” You say quietly.
“(Y/n)! You had me worried sick! Where are you?” Anne says, relief filling her voice from you finally answering her calls.
“I’m by our complex, in the bench area. I’m sorry about leaving, it was just too much.” Your voice wavers as tears well up in your eyes.
“Honey, it’s okay. I’m more worried about your well-being. I’m on my way to get you. Please stay still. I got your food to go, by the way! You still need to eat.” She laughs quietly before you exchange goodbyes and hang up. You didn’t deserve such an understanding friend, but you’re very thankful for her nonetheless.
You observe your surroundings as you wait. It’s surprisingly quiet. No one is really out here, and you are grateful for that. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. It will all be okay. It’s over now.
Not too long after the call, Anne shows up with a bag of leftovers.
You stand up and walk up to her. She hugs you tightly and you hug back.
“I’m sorry, (y/n). I should’ve known better than to force you there.” She mumbles into your shoulder before pulling back.
“You meant well, and I enjoyed myself for the most part. I just want to go home now.” You mutter with a strained smile. She nods in understanding and links your arms together, walking to your shared apartment.
You collapse on the couch as soon as you’re in the door and Anne puts your food on a plate and brings it in, with a glass of water.
“Eat and drink that water. You need to get your energy back up.” She says before sitting down next to you and digs in to her food, her soup in a to go cup.
“What happened after I left?” You ask her, even though you didn’t want to know the answer.
She sighs and looks at the ceiling, as if gathering courage to speak.
“I told them about your anxiety. Jimin was distraught, he thought he really upset you. I explained how you are with attention and he seemed to understand. RM almost took off after you, but Hope held him back. He seemed to understand that you needed to be alone. The other boys were working and didn’t see what happened, but they asked if you were okay after hearing the commotion. V was ashamed of what he did and I had to explain again that it wasn’t his fault. They wanted to know more about you but I had to find you.” She explains.
You nod, feeling guilty about the whole situation. You didn’t mean to upset them.
She takes a deep breath before saying, “Don’t kill me, but...”
You look at her with wide eyes. “What. Did. You. Do?”
She smiles at you sheepishly. “I gave them your number.”
Your heart seems to stop in your chest.
“You, what?!”