On his way home he called his manager “Ahjussi, how’s he doing” to which the manager replied “he’s sound asleep.” Kyung replied “Gomawoh, we’re almost home” and Kyung hung up.

     Kai rang the doorbell and the manager unlocked the door. Kyung went up to check on the sleeping dog, patting his head thinking I don’t want you to go but he’s our only option. The next day, Kyung woke up at 10:30 and he got up, brushed his teeth and cooked for the members. Since he had no schedule today, he decided to go shopping so some necessities.

    He returned home at 2:30 P.M. He quickly stored the groceries away and wrapped presents for his hyung. He changed his yellow shirt and sweatpants into a white T-shirt and black skinny jean. Kyung grabbed the basket and the presents, he also grabbed his keys and puts on his shoes then headed out.

   He puts everything in the back except the basket-he puts that in the passenger’s seat. He drove to his hyung’s apartment. When he got there Kyung wanted to surprise Jin so he left the presents and the basket in front of the door with a card and hid behind a bush.

Present:

along with…Note card: 

Hyung!! 생일축하합니다!!! Hope you’ve been spending it well. I found a rescued dog while visiting Japan and I thought of you. I want you to have another chance so….here ㅋㅋㅋ 

Give it a nice home OKAY!? 

                                     -Chingu

He was arriving home, swaddled in coatings of cotton-polyester, fleece, linen; it was the whole, colossal nine yards, where, from head to toe, he was buried and unable to claw from the depths of his wrappings. But he couldn’t complain. He’d done this to himself.

It was too cold to lollygag, and under all the layers, he was almost too hot. Where his scarf was wrapped too tight and too close, his breath didn’t fog but pressed back on him; it was trapped there, and so his face grew redder from more than just the cold. He would have deemed it embarrassing how he’d utterly trapped himself to the warmth until the freeing arrival to his apartment, but because there was no one there to witness his staggering failures, he was in the clear.

He’d reached sudden death territory upon actually reaching his home, wherein he’d hoisted a bag (the contents clinked and clanked suspiciously), enveloped it, and pressed onward with it obscuring his vision in an almost hazardous way. He liked to live life on the edge. It shouldn’t have been a goal of his, but it was, and so as he neared the door, stumbled over just the side of something sitting there, he floundered, dropping his bag to steady himself against the door. He would look down.

“Uuh, uuh—“ he would mutter this only under his breath, barely audible and just on the precipice of wary. It was very cold. He removes his gloves and stuffs them into his pocket, his previous care for the bag tumbled over at his feet forgotten. Hands slowly bitten with the cold-frost, his digits fumble for the note placed next to the dog obediently motionless in the basket. He releases a slightly put-upon sigh, sparing the dog a glance as he scans the area around the apartment—Kyungsoo couldn’t have gotten far, could he?

“Kyu-uuuuu—“ His search wasn’t a long one as he zeroed in an oddly placed head of dark hair. He shifted from foot to foot, incidentally nudging at the basket where the dog gave a short yip. It made him itch. It was his birthday, Kyungsoo had meant to cheer him up. He knew that, and he knew why he thought sending the puppy his way would be the right thing to do. He couldn’t push the dog back at him, tell him to take it back. It was his gift, and so, brushing the pet accessories away from the dog to bring it into his arms where it squirmed momentarily, he stamped a smile onto his face and squinted at the other, who remained partially hidden by the shrubbery;

“What are you doing back there, you freak? You’re not a walnut. How long have you been out here? Hypothermia is real.” He pressed on, because it was easy to draw away from the subject that bothered him when it wiggled and wagged in his arms. “That’s okay, I forgive you. Do you want birthday cake? I have lots.”