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“Oh my God Hyung! Follow it!” Jisung’s arms are flailing like one of those inflatable tube men.
Minho blinks. Once. Twice.
“HYUNG!”
Thrice.
Then Minho’s finally sprinting after the cat – its black tail disappearing behind the corner of a coffee shop; Minho almost trips over the sandwich board outside it.
The promise of rain hangs heavy in the air as he rounds the corner and spots his cat half-way down the street. The little fucker’s butt is taunting him.
The chase continues across a lovely garden bed and into the park where the cat suddenly stops and stares down the path, a longing meow escaping its small body.
“Hey.” Minho says.
The cat stares at him. He stares at the cat. The cat turns its bottom to him again.
Minho sighs.
Pulling up the sleeve of his sweater Minho looks down at his wrist. It’s strange to see it unmarked after an entire life spent with the cat etched into his skin. He’s used to feel its warmth there. Used to the comforting sensation of its purring travelling through his body and the lazy kneading of paws. He feels... empty. He wonders, does his cat feel the same? Or is it happy to be free now?
The cat’s frozen in place, only the slow movements of its tail and twitching of whiskers breaking the illusion of a statue.
Minho starts to feel nervous – his nails digging into his palms.
The cat reacts before Minho sees it; its fur vibrating from excitement. The cat running towards them is grey and fluffy and tinier than even his own cat. It’s almost bouncing towards them and next he knows the kitten is twisting around Minho’s cat – purring and rubbing against it.
For a moment Minho’s cat does nothing and Minho feels his heart sink, but then the black cat starts to purr too and a moment later its grooming the smaller cat who looks very pleased indeed.
A smile grows on Minho’s face as he watches them, then someone clears his throat and Minho looks up to see the cutest boy he’s ever seen; freckled cheeks, huge smile.
“I think,” The stranger says, and Minho marvels at how someone so sweet looking can have such a deep voice, “that we’re soulmates.”
Minho can feel his face go warm. “Yeah... I think we are.”
The next moment the stranger – his soulmate – is wrapping his arms around him and beaming at him. “My name’s Felix.”
“Minho.”
Felix looks smitten and the color of Minho’s ears is probably resembling tomatoes by now. Carefully he wraps his arms around Felix’s body too. It feels nice, it feels right.
A soft meow makes them turn their heads to see the black cat happily licking the grey cat’s muzzle.
They look at each other again and Minho cocks an eyebrow. “Do you mind?”
Felix bursts out laughing and Minho’s smile explodes onto his face.
Yeah, this feels right.
The End
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