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Yoongi looks down at the open book on his table as he finishes lighting his last candle, without looking he brings the almost fully flame eaten match to his lips and blows it out.
He feels a slight movement between his legs and looks down to see his black cat purring softly against his leg, he smiles and bends down to pick up the cat.
Yoongi wasn't the type that enjoyed the presence of humans. It's always been this way since he was young but he loved animals and his heart couldn't handle it when he saw this black kitten in an alley not far from his house a few years ago.
People always feared black cats, prejudices and stereotype ideas about black cats being a sign of bad luck and of trouble. Stupid superstitions that have spread throughout the years but this little cat was a lot of help for him and was better company than most people he met.
Black cats were particularly spiritual and not many knew this.
He didn't name her and didn't put a collar around her neck, no, cats weren't meant to be owned. His cat had the right to come and go as she pleased and she always came back, every single time.
Giving such freedom to his cat only meant he trusted her to return, filled with the necessary energy he needed when working, she sometimes disappeared for days only to return and lay by his side, channeling all her energy into him just by snuggling close to him.
In just a few years this cat became his eyes and his ears everywhere, all he had to do was let her go.
"hey pretty girl" he coos while hugging the cat close to his chest.
He rubs his cheek to her soft and black fur, soaking in as much energy as he can, the cat mewls against his wet skin and he chuckles.
"I know, I know, daddy's wet" he says and carefully kisses the top of the cat's head before setting her back on the floor and returning to his work.
He sits down in his seat and casually raises his feet to put up on the table as he leans his head back, shuts his eyes and thinks.
In the silence of his room he hears the soft droplets from his hair onto his wooden floor, the time ticking on the wall, the loud rain still pouring against his rooftop, the roaring of thunder making his chair vibrate slightly. Behind his closed eyelids he can see the shadow of the lightning reflecting against his closed eyelids.
After staring at it so much last night he could perfectly remember how fascinating it was watching the red strikes decorate the dark sky.
The next full moon was in a couple of days which meant he had to gear up but not just physically, he had to be prepared to use just more than his mind and his spirit.
