Latte couldn't sleep. All night, lying in the makeshift bed of a blanket-lined box, she muttered, 'I'm being kept as a pet by Leo. I'm being kept as a pet by Leo.' The thought echoed in her mind.
As the first rays morning light began to stream through the windows, she sat up abruptly. 'But how is he the Leo? He's so . . .' She turned just as she heard the telltale sound of shuffling feet. A disheveled, bedheaded Jung Taekwoon—Leo!—walked into the room, yawning widely.
'. . . so like a cat, somehow.' Latte couldn't help but yawn too.
Taekwoon smiled down at her, blinking slowly. "Good morning, Latte," he murmured, his whispery voice still rough with sleep.
'Not quite a good morning. Couldn't sleep at all,' she replied, standing and heading over to her bowls on the kitchen floor. 'What's for breakfast? Better be good, rich boy.'
He's rich. Filthy rich.
Despite her one-sided conversation about the quality of breakfast, Latte still felt like her head was stuck in a fog at the thought that this unassuming and very young man who had a strange obsession with animals was the celebrated, wildly famous abstract artist everyone wanted to discover the true identity of. None of it . . . added up to her expectations, she supposed.
"After you're done eating, we're going to the veterinarian," said Taekwoon. "We need to make sure you're all healthy. Aren't you excited?" He beamed, probably more at the idea that he even had a cat to take to the vet than actually going out somewhere.
'Yeah, Taekwoon-ssi,' Latte deadpanned. 'As excited as most people are to go to the dentist.'
Yet, she couldn't help but feel a shiver of fear from her head to the tip of her tail at the thought of a bright, sterile room of white.
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"She doesn't have a chip, so it's likely that this cat has always been a stray," said the graying veterinarian as he reentered the room from the testing center.
"Ah, I see," said Taekwoon, straightening in his chair. Latte thought his eyes looked relieved, almost happy. She glared at him from the examination table.
"She is about eighteen months old and seems to be in relatively good health other than being a little on the skinny side," added the other man. "But since she's never had an owner, I would warn you to think carefully about whether you want to adopt this cat. She may not get used to living indoors or a domestic lifestyle."
Taekwoon shook his head. "That's okay. I want her anyways."
'Hey! Making all the decisions by yourself, huh?' Latte wanted to squirm out of the vet's grasp, but his hands had wrapped securely around her. At the same time, there was a strange feeling of warmth that grew inside her at those words.
"All right then. She needs the proper vaccines, which I can administer now," said the veterinarian. After Taekwoon nodded in agreement, he continued, "Then, the last thing that needs to be addressed is whether you will choose to spay her. I would recommend—"
'Wait—what? No!!!' Latte screamed. 'I want to have kids in the future!' You have no right!
Taekwoon jumped at the sound, but at Latte's sudden distress, he furrowed his brows. "For now, that's not necessary," he said.
'Thank you, God!' gasped Latte. 'Thank you, God.'
So ended Latte and Taekwoon's trip to the veterinarian.
A/N: Thanks for reading! Please vote and comment. :)
(Hyuk's "way to you" was amazing--totally my style. <3)
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Latte Latte (VIXX Leo)
Fanfiction*DISCONTINUED Jung Taekwoon is a recluse who lives alone and stays inside all day. No one would ever guess that he is the famous, wildly popular abstract artist Leo, who has never appeared in public. However, Taekwoon has a big weakness for a few th...
