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Taehyung: Capnocytophaga Infection

Taehyung's POV -

"Taehyung, if you don't leave Spa-Ghetto alone, I'll hit you!" Hoseok yells after me as I chase Spa-Ghetto into one of her hidey-holes. As I make my way back to the living room, Hoseok takes his slipper off, and whacks me on the shoulder with it. It hurts more than I care to admit.

"She's a cat. She likes to be chased," I respond as I flop onto the sofa, slouching down. Unfortunately, Hoseok follows so he can nag me more.

"Exactly, she's a cat, not a dog. She doesn't want to be chased around. You're terrorising her."

I roll my eyes, and mimic Hoseok talking too much. He gives me another whack with his slipper. I slip my own off, and hit him back.

Hoseok's eyes blaze with anger. "Ma! How dare you!" He drops the slipper to punch me with his actual hand. I try to swing back, but he grips my fist and twists, causing me to cry out. "I'm in charge here this week, not mum and dad who wait at your beck and call! Don't try it with me, you little shit!" He gets up, and storms back towards his room. He turns around for one more jab. "And leave Spa-Ghetto alone! This is your final warning!"

"Ooh, what are you gonna do?" I mumble under my breath after Hoseok slams his door shut. With no one watching, I rub at my shoulder, wincing at the three bruises that'll be forming as I speak. What does he know, anyway?

Last year, when Hoseok started having to seriously think about his University options, he suddenly decided he wanted to be a vet. We had a dog when we were younger, but he died when I was around 3, which made Hoseok 6. We haven't had a pet since, and so Hoseok has very little real experience with animals. Our parents decided that we should get a pet for Hoseok to care for, even though he won't be here next year. They decided to really challenge him with a cat, of all animals.

Like anything Hoseok owns, I like to mess around with it. It's even more fun when the thing is a living animal that can move and play back. It's fun playing with her toys, but it's much more fun to chase her around and stroke her fur backwards. Both Hoseok and my parents tell me how much she hates it, but she would have lashed out by now if she was really that bothered.

I keep my eye on the hallway, but she doesn't come out of her hiding place. I shift around impatiently, but she must have fallen asleep there. I give a long sigh, lying down on the sofa fully and fishing out the TV remote. Usually, I would have to do homework, but with mum and dad away on a holiday, I can do what I want.

After an hour, Hoseok comes skulking out of his room, his hoodie up over his head. He heads into the kitchen after giving me a little glare, presumably making some sort of dinner. However, he reappears after just a few minutes, leaning onto the door frame.

"Where's Ghetto?"

I shrug.

Hoseok tuts at me angrily. "I told you you upset her. You won't like it when she attacks back."

"She has. Her paw is all soft and fluffy, it doesn't even hurt."

"That's a warning swipe, that's why. You wait until she gets her claws out, or she bites you. You won't be laughing then."

I pull out my phone, ignoring Hoseok's whiny voice. He's spent the most part of my life lecturing me about every little thing, even when we were friends. I know he's three years older than me, but that doesn't make him the epitome of knowledge.

I do know that he worries about me more than he should. Hoseok is a very nervous person in the first place, and he's very affectionate behind all of his hormonal angst, but now that I'm getting older, he knows he can't stop me doing what I like, and that makes him give me the cold shoulder. I was hit by a car when I was 11 after he told me to stop playing around in the road, and nearly died from internal bleeding. I had to have my spleen removed, and was put into an induced coma for 2 weeks. Mum and dad told me that Hoseok was a complete wreck, unable to sleep or do any of his school work. I do remember in my earlier memories of waking up that he looked thin and tired and very, very stressed out. As I started to get better, he babied me and mollycoddled me until it got annoying. However, when I came home, his attitude changed, and now I've been getting mean, big-brother Hoseok since. Maybe he thought he was too attached to me, and distancing himself would lessen the blow if anything happened to me.