kitty cat adventures (purrfect catastrophes)

one: master- i mean, hyung (tidy up)

Junmyeon stands in the doorway waving vigorously at the five men currently piling up into a black van. Most of them simply return the wave while some yell out their farewells, grinning brightly at the small figure who was like sunshine. After the last door slams shut, the vehicle rumbles to a start and drives away, leaving a lone catboy behind. Junmyeon normally would have immediately deflated at the newfound loneliness his five hyungs leave behind whenever they departed for their schedules, but today he wants to surprise them with a clean dorm and some homemade food for when they come back. (Actually, maybe not food because Junmyeon has never cooked before. He could still clean, though, so a clean dorm would have to do for now.) There would be no moping.

Slipping back into the entryway cluttered with random bags and shoes, Junmyeon shuts the door. With his hands on his hips, he takes a good look around the living space and concludes that he has his work cut out for him. Though it would be an arduous task, he is willing to do anything for his hyungs.

Now that the catboy thinks about it, he doesn't understand why his hyungs won't let him call them "master". When he was being raised in the lab, that was always what he had been told to address his caretakers or owners by. However, when he had greeted them for the first time with a proper "Hello, new masters.", they instantly recoiled before one of them reassured that "No no, you don't have to call us master. Hyung would be better." and smiled awkwardly.

"But why not, mast- hyung?" Junmyeon had innocently inquired, ears flattening and tail drooping as if he had been scolded.

("Look what you did, Chanyeol! He looks all sad now. Almost like a kicked puppy, er, kitten." "Well, what else could I do? Wouldn't it be... weird to be called master all the time?" "To be honest, I don't think I'd-" "Shut up, Sehun. We all know that you're a kinky bastard despite being the youngest." Junmyeon only stared wide-eyed at his new owners, not quite understanding the entirety of their banter.)

The freakishly tall one named Chanyeol faced the tiny hybrid once again to give an answer. Uncomfortably, he scratched the back of his neck and avoided eye contact with the sparkling orbs of the shorter.

"Well, that's because- it's not really normal?"

Junmyeon's lips parted into an "o" as he nodded eagerly in understanding, ears flicking about. Looking up at the other, he asked another question once again.

"Then, what is normal?"

"Hyung. Hyung is normal. Hyung is kind of like... an older brother. Just someone very close to you."

Mouth curved into a shy smile and tail swishing lazily, Junmyeon then bashfully replied,"So am I already close to you guys?"

Chanyeol's eyes widened a bit in surprise at the bold inquiry, especially from someone he had just met.

He managed to sputter out "Um, well, no-" before a dainty hand slapped itself over his face, and from behind the giant emerged Baekhyun. With an adoring smile and a ruffle of the catboy's silky hair, he replied,"Since we'll be taking care of you from now on, there will be plenty of time to get to know one another very well. Let's start off with this. My name is Baekhyun. What's yours?" Nuzzling into the other's touch, the kitty contentedly sighed, "Junmyeon."

"Well, Junmyeon, welcome to the EXO-K dorm."

Yes, Junmyeon had never forgotten that first encounter, and it still made him feel really fuzzy on the inside whenever he thought about it. Now with some extra pep in his step, the hybrid begins his search for a trash bag while singing one of his hyungs' recent songs that he likes quite a lot. Knowing that no one else will see him, he sings unabashedly into an invisible microphone as he sways his little butt around, his tail swinging back and forth and his ears pointed forward.

"Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah~"

When the EXO-K members arrive back at the dorm late in the evening, they are greeted with the brunette catboy curled up on the hardwood floor, sleeping. His pale hand is wrapped around a large, black trash bag, various bits of junk strewn about it. It seemed as if Junmyeon had been trying to tidy up the living room, but somehow it appeared even messier than before. The idols could only fondly smile at the slumbering figure before carrying him to his own room, tucking him into bed, and straightening up the place themselves.