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dystopia-fantasy · 3 years

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Always read the job description -Part 1

Max was a fit, well built man. He had been body building since he was 14 and now In his early 40s he has the body of a god, but is slowly getting to the age when he needs to find another way to make money. He knows he can't take part in his competitions anymore, and needs to take it easy. He got great grades in school and college, proving people wrong that you can't be a nerd in a jock body.

Max had some money saved and was able to keep up on bills for a few months but needed a job to keep his large house, in the rich area of the city. He got a call from a business he applied to a couple of days ago, telling him to go in for an interview tomorrow, and if it goes well he will be sent straight on a trip for the company. He gets his new blue suit ready to be worn the next day.

The morning arrives, it's 5am, and Max wakes. He does his normal morning routine, making breakfast, working out, taking a shower, then gets his suit on ready for his early morning interview. Driving to the office building in the middle of New York, it's at least 50 stories high, and is made of mostly glass, and is one of the newest modern builds in the city.

On arrival a large man in his late 60s wearing a suit greets him, "hello sir, you must be max, Sir Mammon is on his way down to collect you, may I say what an amazing suit you have on today".

Max looks the man up and down, seeing the man's huge belly flowing out from under his dress shirt, showing a massive W shape, "thanks mate, you might want a bigger shirt" then points to his belly.

"sorry if I offended you sir, but all clothing has been chosen by Sir Mammon himself" Mammon is the big boss of the business "if you would like to make a complaint I can print you a form".

Max laughs, "No thanks, I'm gonna sit over there, tell Mammon im there".

"will do sir, have a great day" the man says while max walks away paying no more attention to him.

About 15 minutes later a young handsome slender man walks over. "Max is it?" He says behind Max.

"yes.." max says confused.

"I'm Mammon, nice to meet you" he smiles holding his hand out for a shake.

"oh hello Mammon, is wasn't expecting someone so young, no offence of course" max shaking his hand.

Mammon let's out a little laugh, with a little grin "it's ok max, people don't expect someone like me to own such a remarkable company like this one would you like to follow me, we can go up to my office, this is Mark by the way, he's my Butler". Mark is another large man aged around 50, he has a massive belly stuffed into his suit, hes huffing and puffing, like he ran a marithon, "don't mind him, most of my staff are..."

Max cuts him off "fat?"

They both laugh, "you could say that Max" the elevator arrives and they all walk in, "now max, you did read the whole advertisement correct?".

Max didn't, it's was 48 pages long, who would read it all? He just looked at the wage he would get, it started at $100,000 per month. "Yes, I did".

"that's good, most guys are more keen to keep their body's but I guess if your struggling you'll do anything."

Max now confused just nod's and watches though the glass elevator as they fly up to the top floor.

"where here sir" Mark the butler says peacefully in his British accent.

They walk into the room, and Mammon sits at his desk pouring himself a glass of wisky, and Max one too. Max looks around in aww, the room was covered in art work, with the walls painted in golds and whites and had its own bar. "How do you have all this money?" Max asked.

"a mix of many things, this company, and a few investments paid for this whole building, I have many other ways but we're not here for that." Mammon points at the seat," take a seat max" Max sits the chair is made from leather and is very comfy. "So, max, I've gone through your file, I think you're perfect for the job."

"so, does that mean I have the job?" Max replies confused, expecting to be asked a question.

"well yes, if you agree to the terms"

"terms?" Max still confused.

"well yes, you expect to be paid 10times the amount the normal person for this job without any terms or conditions?"

"well I didn't know.." Max gets cut off.

"Max let me simplify them for you. You sacrifice your body to the company, and in trade you get, $100k X the amount you weigh paid into your account per month, So if you weigh 450lbs, you get $450k a month."

"what the fuck? That's sick, I'm not doing that, I'm leaving" and with that Max got up from the chair and stood face to face with Mammon, with the desk all that is separating them. "Your sick, you fa**ot".

With that Mammon's eyes glow a bright red. "I'm a what?" Max got through back against the chair by an invisible force. "Max you could have just left with your freedom, but now look what you've gotten yourself into".

"Let me go, What the fuck?" Max says while traped against that chair, it chreeking with the force of his muscle.

"I'm a fucking demon max, I'm never going to 'let you go'" he took a second break to mock max, "now, what did you say? Fa**ot, was it?".

"fuck, I didn't mean it" the force pins him down harder, trapping his arms against the leather chair arms, and pushing his legs against the underboard. "Please let me go home, I won't do it again."

"shut up max, the process is already starting".

Max looks down to see his body deflating, his pecs turning from mountain peaks to a flat surface, his giant powerful arms turning weak and light. And then looking up he sees a whole new man infront of him.

"Not as big as I thought I would get, but boy I'm big" he took a break to admire his new giant arms and pecs.

"what the?" Max looks in confusion, "how did you do that? Give me them back".

"what are you gonna do max? I'm an infinitely powerful being and you, your an old man, or at least your going to be."

"I'm only 42, what do you mean, going to be?"

"you see I don't have my infinite life span on earth, so to stay alive and in this fit body, I absorb anything a guy has and I want. In your case, these massive muscles, but then I need to absorb their life force as well, in order to make sure I don't age."

"what do you mean life force?"

"well, you have roughly 50 years, worth of life left, I'll drain about 20 years leaving you in your future crippled body at around age 60, force you to work for the company for another 20 years, then when your 80 drain the rest of your life, which after you get fat won't be much, then you got to hell."

"man your sick, let me go, LET ME GO!".

A bright red light shoots from Peters hand enveloping Max's whole body, and he starts to age, his face wrinkling, skin dropping, eye sight worsening, hearing getting muffled, and mind changing a little. "Max, you ok old man?".

"yes sir" max was confused in his mind, why did he say sir?

"max, you ready for your Cruise? You can have tones of food for the next 6 months."

"Yes sir, I'm ready" max lifts his head, opening his eyes to see a new blurry room from his new old eyes.

"you're gonna need these from now on" Peters eyes glow and a new pair of glasses appear on Max's face he can now see clear.

"thank you... Sir", max blinks seeing Peter infront of him, "what have you, done to me".

"Max, I've turned you into the perfect office worker, old, brainiac, who is soon going to get fat and live the rest of his life, in an office chair for me, don't worry for accomodation you live here now, we have apartments on floor 30 to 40, all workers live here, it's policy, we have also sent a team to your house to, well, blow it up, that way nobody is going to be looking for you, becuase we can plant a body"

"give me... My.... Body back, give me... My.. life back."

"Max we both know that will never happen, now enjoy a life of gluttony, and prepare yourself for hell, that's gonna be worse then anything I can do to you." Peter snaped his fingers and a red glow enveloped max.

Recovering from the glow max sees two men infront of him with a trolly of sorts between them. "Is he awake" one says,

"I don't know" said the other.

"im- awake" max said in a much older raspy voice.

"good we can now start the feeding" the man on the left said, his body as muscled as a god, ripped from head to toe, and we can see everything.

Max rubs his eyes under his glasses and opens them again, "Fucking hell, put some clothes on both of you".

Both men where nude, one a ripped god, another muscled up but with a big gut. "Clothes are banned here mate" the beefy man said in a type of Australia accent, "you cant say much fella, look at that tiny pecker".

The men laughed pointing at Max's shriveled up old cock and low hanging balls, "what the fuck"max tries to move his arm to cover him but his arm doesn't move, he looks down to see him stuck in a chair, with a cut out hole under his ass, and straps tying him down, trapping him. "What... Are you gonna do to me?" Max asked sceared.

The men laughed at him again, "no need to act to sceared, we're here to feed you for the next 6 months".

"but... Sir said..." Max get cut off.

"he said you'd be going on a cruise? Fucking hell are you dumb? He's a demon, you shouldn't trust a demon" The muscled guy says.

"bro let's start the feeding we have 50 other guys to see and I wanna watch football Tonight." The beefy guys says, and in unison both their eyes glowed a bright red, showing they where demons too.

The trolly between them had several items on top, one long tube, which floated in the air for a few moments before shoving itself down maxes nostril and deep into his stomach, his head flipped back trying to wriggle it out, but it was stuck. Another item moved into his frame, a IV bag holder, holding a giant barrel type object made of glass, and two large bags floated of the table again and started to drain into the barrel, and the tube connected itself to it, starting a flow of the liquid into maxes stomach.

"done" the beffy guy said. "Now we'll be back tomorrow to refill your barrel, and clean you up if you make a mess, but youll basically be unconscious for the next 6 months, due to the drugs were feeding you."

"so enjoy your sleep mate, you'll litterally wake up a different man." The two men laughed and walked out, max tried fighting the restraints but in his crippled form could do nothing. The door slammed and locked, and the room fell dark, max screamed begging into the darkness to be let free, and to have his life back, which he had only an hour before, but nothing happened, nobody came. He felt the drugs taking effect, but tried to fight back, but it was useless, his body slumped and loosened. His mind fell blank as he drifted of into his 6 month hibernation.

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pandabearlikes · 7 years

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My Husband, Kim JunMeow Epilogue

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Chapter 1o. The Ninth and The Final

I roll around in bed, murmuring gibberish in my sleep as the unforgiving sun blazes in through my blinds. Groaning, I rub eyes and feel around for my husband or fluffy cat. Neither are anywhere to be found. That’s the fourth time this week, Junmyeon had woken up too early for my liking. You, know sometimes, a few extra minutes of cuddling in bed before tackling the brutal day is therapeutic.

Muffled coughs echo from the bathroom. It’s been like this for almost two weeks. He says he has a cold but it sounded more like a flu or a respiratory infection. Dragging my slippers across the wooden floor, I make my way to the restroom and push open the door. My cheeks plant against the doorframe.

“You okay, there?” I announce my presence when I probably should have observed silently because Junmyeon jolts and hides his palm behind his back as if he’s hiding something. His startled expression betrays his secret but I’m too groggy to notice. How could I not notice? How? And yet, I didn’t.

“Ye-yeah!” he chirps, awkwardly wipes his hands on his back pockets and feigns a smile.

“It’s not raining until night time,” I inform. Lately, I’ve become a part-time meteorologist. “Wanna go on a date?” I take his large hand into my smaller ones and shyly swing them from left to right. “I’ll be an encouragement before my final exams…”

“Sure,” my lover chuckles and pinches my nose.

To be honest, both of us are quite the homebodies. Not only is it to protect Junmyeon in case it randomly starts to pour, but also the fact that we recognize that it didn’t matter where we go, it mattered who we are with and as long as I am with Junmyeon (or Suho) I am happy.

We settle on taking a morning stroll down the streets. The flower crown on my head attracts fluttering butterflies, causing the lovestruck male to fixate his gaze in pure admiration. He thinks I’m the closest thing to an Angel on Earth - his Angel on Earth. As a toddler, I was gullible and innocent, but as a woman, I fully embodied the imagery and personality of his flawless goddess. I turn around with a butterfly calmly perched on my fingertips. With a soft giggle, I slowly lift my hand and place the butterfly onto Junmyeon’s nose.

“Heh, my JunMeow and his pet,” I tease.

The slip of his pet name makes his heart burble. As the winged creature flutters back to the Heavens, I tiptoe and press my lips into his for a quick smooch. Every time, those ample cheeks glow with so much exhilaration, air rushes into my lungs. Now, I know how the sensation of touch got its name; because it has the ability to touch one’s soul.

We take a seat on a bench over-watching a large fountain, much like that of the the famous Buckingham Fountain of Chicago, only, perhaps, not as crowded. Gentle breezes splatter a few streaks our way. Instinctively, I protectively cover my husband to prevent him from getting soaked.

“You didn’t get wet, did you?” I inquire as I pat his forehead with the cuff of my sleeves. To be honest, him transforming into a cat is least of my worries (I can’t say the same about the opposite though) but I didn’t want Junmyeon to feel humiliated or label himself a monster.

He takes my hand from his face and tugs me to sit down next to him again. His sparkly orbs are enlarged and intriguing as he doesn’t hide the fact that he’s marking my porcelain face as a quality worth veneration. With a stare that strong, I begin to shy away but he holds tightly onto both my hands and tugs me to turn back to him.

“Can you let me look at you for a moment longer?” my husband makes a sweet but simple request.

With the shy bite of my lips, I look back up; his doleful eyes are like Cupid’s arrows, perfectly shot into my heart. Slowly, he brings his hands up to cup my face. My eyes automatically close as he leans in and gifts me a longing kiss. He stays still, unwilling to part until I let out a giggle. His lack of regard for other’s perception of PDA strikes as such an attractive attribute definitely earning him massive amounts of brownie points.

“Mm…after I graduate, let’s go on our Honey Moon,” I suggest.

“Honey Moon?” Junmyeon questions. Even the way I tilt my head as I ponder on how to define the term for him, makes him want to bury me deep within his embrace.

“Mmhm…it’s the trip couples take to celebrate getting married. We can go on a small trip every anniversary too!” I cheer.

A sad smile clings onto Junmyeon lips; the edges of his eyes sting. He takes my wrist and pulls me into his embrace. Naturally, his chin hooks to the top of my head as he loses himself with the temptation of holding onto me. He doesn’t want to let go. He thinks, no, he knows he’s selfish for clinging onto me and for taking my heart when he knows he must leave this world soon.

“Let’s go to Paris!” I exclaim. “Or, no, let’s go to Korea!” I quip another suggestion, to which neither settles into my husband’s brain because he’s too immersed with the hope of never leaving my side. Words of thanks play out within his mind - words he’ll never have the courage to tell me. Thank you for loving me when everyone abandoned me. Thank you for coming into my life. How did I not hear? How could I not know? Things just didn’t seem to click in my mind that Suho’s fate, meant Junmyeon’s fate too. Perhaps, it’s my own defense mechanism protecting me because it knows I wouldn’t be able to bear such trauma.

I gasp and peep my head out from his embrace. “Oh my God! Japan!” I proclaim. “Babe! They have a Neko Island there! We can meet your friends and you can play around on the island with them!!!” I almost bounce up and down in my seat from excitement. “Yes! It’s been decided! I’ll book the plane tickets when we get home!”

Wordlessly, he pulls me back into his chest. I blink. Did he not want to go? Shrugging, I wrap my arms around his waist and squeeze. “Junmyeon, will our future kids be half-cat, half-human?” I ponder. He shakes his chin against the top of my head. “Ah, they’ll be quarter cat…” I assume.

“Your future children will be fully human,” he finally breaks his silence to correct.

“Huh?” I tilt up to look at my lover. After a moment, I conclude, “Ah…because when we have sex, you’re in your human form so only human DNA gets passed down. Fair enough…” I figure, “You’re a handsome fella, our babies will be pretty either way.”

How did I not see the tear that streamed down the corner of his eyes or sense the plummet of his heart? I was too immersed in my euphoria to realize my words were like cyanide poisoning his soul. He rocks me back and forth as if I’m that small helpless baby from two decades ago.

Clouds grow gray in the horizon as the slim male leans against a tree trunk and waits outside the college campus for his girl. Though it’s a heated summer day, he feels the frigid temperates of the dumpster, that night he lost his first life. Nine minutes later, my silhouette appears at the building exit. Junmyeon straightens up, his smile beams with anticipation, his brows sink at my deflated form. Frowning, I sludge myself over to him.

“Hubby…” I pout, appearing as if I’m about to cry.

“It’s okay…” he starts to comfort, concluding that I probably flunked my finals. “You can always tr—“

“TADA!” I exclaim and reveal a scantro from behind my back. The large red “100” screams for attention. Buckling my knees, I jump up and down in glee. “I got the top score in the class!!!!!! I’m graduating! Junmyeon, I’m graduating!!!!” I cheer as tears fill in my eyes.

After the initial shock of my prank, my husband throws his head back and lets out a half-chuckle, half-snort. Giggling, I pounce into his arm and instead of hugging me, he lifts me up. My legs wrap around his hips for balance.

“You’re sucha troublemaker,” he shakes his head, remarks, and throws me up a bit so that my lips land right on top of his. I lose to a fit of giggles. Junmyeon cups one of my cheeks with his hand and whispers in an inaudible voice, “How am I supposed to let you go?”

“You just don’t,” I bluntly state, catching him by surprise. Pinching his nose, I playfully warn, “You’re stuck with me forever.”

Before the familiar sad smile forms on his lips, I lean over and give him nine consecutive pecks, banning him from rejecting my statement. Both of us end up laughing like fools on the street. Finally, he sets me down back onto Mother Earth.

Playing with one of the buttons on his shirt, I genuinely express my gratitude, “Junmyeon-ah, thank you for staying up so many nights tutoring me in Chemistry. Without you, I am sure, I wouldn’t have passed that class.” Honestly, I still don’t know how a cat understood science more than a human who paid $100k and studied four torturous years did but that’s exactly how it went.

“Do I get an award?” my husband plays.

“Hm…” I rock back and forth on my heels. “We can stay at Neko Island for an extra day so you can play with your friends a little longer. I think I can afford it…”

With a soft laugh, Junmyeon pulls me in. My brows knit as his lips ripple against mine. I taste salt against my tastebuds.

The thing about college graduation in America is that you don’t know whether you’re graduating until you graduate. Sometimes, you don’t even know even after that. I thought that was what I’d be most stressed about on the day of my graduation ceremony. Instead, I wake up to rampant hacks coming from the bathroom. Rolling out of bed, I stride my way over and turn the doorknob. It’s locked. Junmyeon never locks the door. I blink, the small detail completely awakens me up.

“Junmyeon-ah…” I knock.

The coughs start to grow muffled.

“Are you not feeling well?” I worriedly ask.

“I’m…” he coughs, “…fine…”

“You don’t sound fine,” I retort and attempt to twist the knob, “Honey, open the door.”

“Ye-yeah…” he stutters. “Give me a moment.” I hear the faucet rage and hast wiping noise as if Junmyeon’s trying to clean up a crime scene. I knock again. “Ye-yeah…” his shaking voice sends my worry peaking exponentially. Flattening my lips, I hold my guard up and prepare to ram the door down. Junmyeon flings open the door at the same time so I end up running into his chest.

“Ah-ow…” I yelp. Regaining my composure, I hold Junmyeon’s biceps and ask, “Is everything okay? Why are you so cold?”

“Yeah, sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up,” my husband apologizes.

I let out a scoff, a little offended that he even mentioned it. That doesn’t even make the cut to my list of worries. Like a nagging housewife, I throw a blanket over him and rub his icy skin. “I told you to wear more clothes when you sleep. You always like to be naked; are you sure you aren’t a part-time nudist?”

“I have pants on,” he argues with a low and coarse chuckle.

I throw him a pointed look to let him know that I am not joking around. After a while of chafing heat back into his body, I end up just going under the covers too and using my own body heat. Just like the first time we met, two decades ago, we caress each other, aligning our hearts into one. I stroke his head and he snuggles deep into my bosom.

“You going to be okay alone with my parents?” I nervously question as I fix my husband’s tie.

“Yeah,” he simply replies.

“You sure?” I’m more doubtful but he nods again.

With one final peck, I let go of our hands and walk down the halls to the ceremony prep room, where all the graduating students waited. Wordlessly, he watches my silhouette grow smaller and smaller.

“Good job, My Love!” Junmyeon cups his hands around his mouth like a microphone and shouts down the hall. “I’m so proud of you!” His sweet congratulations make tears brim in my eyes. I throw him a flying kiss and gesture for him to go and line up with my parents. As I turn around again, he whispers, “I love you…”

“Ah, Junmyeon is here!” his mother-in-law cheers and pats his hand.

Politely, he bows to her and my father, who is stern but no longer hostile at his presence.

“Aigoo, Junmyeon-ah, you’ve gotten so much thinner. Has our daughter been bullying you?” my mother observes his sickly form.

“No, no of course not. She’s the best wife anyone could ever have.” His answer is so genuine that even the stoic father-in-law finally gifts him a small smile.

Junmyeon guides my parents to take seats at the arena before taking his own. “Our daughter told us you tutored her and helped her pass her exams. Thank you, Junmyeon,” my mother expresses her gratitude.

“No, it’s her own intelligence that helped her pass. I only provided her the encouragements to motivate her,” my husband is always so humble.

It only makes the two middle-aged adults fall deeper in love with their son-in-law. “She keeps telling us you’ve been treating her really well and always supporting and protecting her no matter what situation. We’ve never seen her so upbeat and happy before. When she talks on the phone, we can hear her happiness through her voice,” my mother further explains as she wipes under her eyes. The older male’s eyes also begin to brim with tears.

From my seat in the stadium, I grin widely and wave at my family. Junmyeon chokes back his tears at the thought that his resolute would wipe the smile, he had vowed to protect, from my face.

“I will always protect her even if I’m no longer in this world,” Junmyeon grips onto the woman’s hand and vows.

The walk across the stage lasted a mere ten seconds. I spot my mother with a camera in her hands and my father directing her to take the best angles. But it’s my dear husband, Junmyeon, whose cheeks stain with tears. He’s so far away and I can barely see him, but his tears reach my heart. I burst into tears as I descend the stage not out of pride for completing my degree but out of happiness because I realized I found my happiness in life.

As the ceremony concluded, students and their families reunite in hugs and proud congratulations. Gripping onto my diploma, I search around, like a lost kitten, for my family. There are just too many people, and yet, I spot the shiny bell around Junmyeon’s neck.

“Jun—“

“Congratulations!” Lila shouts as she pounces onto me with a big panda bear hug. “I’m so, so proud of you!!!”

“Thanks, Lila,” I reply and try to tear myself out of my overly-touched and sobbing best friend. “Sorry, I’ll be right back!” I apologize. By the time I look up again, I can no longer locate my husband. So I did the next best thing by revisiting the seats where my family sat earlier. Only my mother and father are present; immediately the woman tugs me to pose for pictures.

“Mom, where’s Junmyeon?” I question the photography-addict for the third time.

“Ah…Junmyeon…” she turns to her husband.

“…he said he needed to use the restroom,” my father answers, unaware that those are our code words used whenever Junmyeon felt a transformation coming soon. Panicking, I tilt my head up to the sky to search for storm clouds but only discover the ever blaring egg yolk. “He told me to hold onto this for him and that it’s your graduation present…but actually…he’s been gone for a while…” even the strict father-in-law starts to grow with worry.

I take the letter from his hands but daren’t open it due to my own fear. The morning coughs start to echo in my mind. His longing kisses and prolonged hugs. He’s nearing the end of his life. Tears start to brim in my eyes as I shake my head in denial. My mother tugs on my sleeve and encourages me to look for him at the front gates.

“Perhaps, he thought we went to the exit already,” the older female stays positive.

Nodding, I stuff the letter into my sleeve and run to the front gates in search for the love of my life. “Junmyeon-ah!” I shout into the crowd. But amidst sobbing proud parents and gleeful graduates, my voice drowns into nothingness. Still, I continue to look around, even getting onto my knees in case Junmyeon had gotten soaked while going to the bathroom and transformed. Bathrooms could have clogs, it could flood from leaky pipes or faulty faucets…Again and again, I try to calm myself. But the crowd begins to disperse. I tell my parents to go home first, lying that Junmyeon had planned a surprise treasure hunt for me. With a fearful heart, I open the envelope addressed to “My Dearest Angel".

“My Love,

This is Junmyeon, also JunMeow, also Suho. They say souls don’t really have identities; we all start as wandering formless air. Human, cat, or dog, we all began as one and the same. Only those lucky enough are given a physical form to represent themselves. In my lifetime, I was lucky, not only once, but three times. Three times, you gave me an identity when everyone saw me as a nobody. You saved me when I no longer wanted to be saved.

Thank you for loving Junmyeon, for loving JunMeow, for loving Suho. Suho will always cherish the collar you wrapped around his neck when you accepted him as family. JunMeow will always remember your sweet belly rubs, the cart of toys you spoiled him with, and the delicious homemade meals…And Junmyeon…Junmyeon wasn’t even supposed to exist. You were the reason he came to life. You are his everything. He will always love you no matter where he is…

I will protect you always…”

Tears rid from my swollen orbs like waterfalls no matter how hard I try to choke them back. I’m frustrated, confused, bewildered…and heartbroken. Was this a break up letter? A farewell letter? A formal proposal?

“KIM JUNMYEON, YOU GET OVER HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANCE!” I sob loudly down the now empty streets.

Withholding my breath for such a long time had finally taken a toll. My knees lose their strength, buckle, and I collapse onto the floor in a weeping mess of a heap. That’s when I heard a shuffle from behind a tree. My head whips back and through my blurry vision, I spot a shadow. His body trembles as he chokes back his sobs.

“KIM JUNMYEON!” I target. As soon as I call out, he begins to dash off. I lung myself up onto my feet and chase after him. “KIM JUNMYEON, YOU STAND RIGHT THERE!” I demand.

Sobbing, he continues to run off. Soft coughs rid from his throat. If it weren’t his weakened health, he’d surely be miles ahead of me by now. With one last push, I capture him by tossing myself and my arms around him. The sudden imbalance causes both of us to topple over on the floor. That’s when I notice the blood trickling down Junmyeon’s lips and covering his chin. Trembling, I hold him and bring his head to rest against my chest.

“Wu-what’s going on?” I question. A numbness starts to settle in. He coughs again; more blood seeps out. “Jun…Junmyeon-ah…” I struggle to collect myself at the sight of my love tormented with pain.

Weakly, he lifts a hand up. I grab it and bring it up to my cheeks. “Let’s…let’s go to the hospital, Junmyeon,” I finally come up with a logical plan and try to lift him up. “Hubby, don’t worry. Nothing will happen to you.” They’re words offered to myself as consolation. Junmyeon squeezes my hand and shakes his head. For when God opens His door to welcome His child back, even the most skilled doctors cannot change fate. But stubborn and in denial, I try to hoist him up over and over again.

“That’s enough now, My Love,” he concludes and gifts me a weak smile. That’s enough, because I’ve tried. That’s enough, because he was gifted three identities when the world told him he deserved none. That’s enough, because he’s gotten the privilege to live through nine lives protecting the one he loved.

“Babe…” I sob and hold his fragile form tightly against me.

“Thank you for coming into my life and giving me a purpose to live in dire times,” Junmyeon reveals words he thought he’d never have the chance to say. “If there’s a next life,” his lips quiver, “I wish to be your real husband.”

“What are you talking about?!” I weep, “You are my real husband!”

A sad smile forms on his lips as he takes one last glimpse at the angel he fell in love with. Even in this dying moment, he feels his heart enlarge with love for me. “…I love you…” he whispers with his last breath. His grip on my hand drops lifelessly, his head falls completely on my chest.

“Junmyeon…Jun…” I bawl as a hole solidifies in my heart.

Heartbroken tears shed themselves down my cheeks and chin, and coats Junmyeon’s beautiful face with everlasting love. Rain…rain changes him. But though it didn’t rain down from the Heavens, it rained in Junmyeon and my world that day. Gradually, the human resting within my arm morphs back into his feline form. His soft fur tickles my arms. With him like this, it almost looks like he’s just asleep after a long game of red-light-green-light. Sadly smiling, I cradle Suho within my arms and lean over to kiss him on the top of his head.

“I love you too…” I choke.

“I have one last request,” Junmyeon bears the title of a greedy soul to plea before the Almighty. “Make her forget about me…” With a nod from God, he closes his eyes, letting his tears mix in with the Heavenly rain.

He took away my memory for the second time, but he couldn’t take away my love for him and the concrete evidence, such as the amethyst ring around my finger, the cat collar, and his farewell letter, even though it is now illegible due to the heavy rain after Junmyeon’s departure. They said they found me alone and unconscious on the street. My parents and friends all argue that I had hallucinated my husband’s presence.

Then why, why do I feel this deeply rooted agonizing pain within my chest? What must I do to see you again?

Fur balls run everywhere in the cafe. Excited guests shuffle in after waiting for hours in line to cuddle with the adorable feline friends. Wiping off sweat from my forehead, I sprint around with a broom and get on my knees to change the litter boxes. One cat may be a hassle but housing twenty little monsters made me a human slave.

“Official cat lady,” my friend and business partner, Lila labels.

I groan as I run a wet towel over every surface of the cafe to collect balls of fur, because apparently it is cat fur shedding season. Every waking moment, I want to sneeze.

“Meow~,” a small black kitten waddles over and hugs my ankle.

But it is all worth it. With a soft smile, I squat down to pick up the clingy baby. “Sorry, Little One. Even though you’re so cute, you still can’t be my #1.”

The kitten grumbles.

“You can be my #4, though!” I exclaim.

“Still thinking about them?” Lila asks, taking the kitty from my arms and nuzzling her nose against her soft tummy.

My fingers fidget with the band and bell dangling from my neck. “Yeah…” I admit. It’s been five years...

“Your therapist say anything?” my friend cautiously questions.

“She says I dreamt the whole thing up…” I sigh.

“But you have a ring and all. JunMeow is definitely real; I remember him and he was in love with you!” Lila vouches for my side of the story.

“Therapist said he might have ran away…”

The bubbly girl scoffs, “No way! I’m positive JunMeow did not run away. He was so attached to you. Now, you tossing him out…I’m not sure…”

I narrow my eyes and roll a catalog up to smack her head.

“I’m certain he existed…” I muse as I run my thumb up and down the name tag. “My JunMeow…My Suho…My Jun…” I close my eyes and think hard.

The door chime sounds, alerting both my friend and me. Automatically, I get up and say, “Sorry, we’re closed for the…” My voice drowns as my eyes meet the familiar blue onyx orbs from my dreams. They’re even more enchanting and loving, filled with so much emotions. That jawline. The spacious forehead. Plump lips I used to kiss fifty times a day…

“Jun…Myeon…” I finish my sentence and stand there frozen in place.

“My Love…”

I burst into tears at his response. Slowly, all our memories returned back to me. Our feet advance toward one another until toes tickle against toes. We press our bodies against one another, hoping, wishing, to never separate ever again. Loudly, I sob into his chest and he against my temple.

A love so deep like ours, touched the heart of God and gifted Junmyeon the tenth and final life as a human.

“Junmyeon…” I bawl and suffocate myself into his chest.

“I’m sorry, My Love…” my husband cries along. He had thought I had forgotten him and prepared himself to spend the entirety of his tenth life silently cheering me on from the shadows. “I’m…back…now…”

With water-filled orbs, I look up at him, pull him by the collar, and captured his juicy lips with mine in a fervent kiss. It’s been way too long - way too long. Our hands automatically run down each others' bodies.

“Alright. Okay. Wow! Gotta run!” Lila, who had just finished putting the cats asleep in the back playroom, babbles. She pretends to shiver and darts for the door. “Blackie is still kinda chilling back there so please—“ Junmyeon tosses my top and it lands inches from Lila’s foot. “Eep! BYE!” she shouts, “And use protection! Twenty cats is enough, we don’t need human babies running around for at least another three years.”

I shut her off with a deep moan.

“OKAY BYE!”

Once she’s gone, I smirk and grab onto Junmyeon’s top with the intention of discarding it. I pause. “Cats Are Devil’s Spawn,” the familiar t-shirt read.

“What?” I let go of his shirt, straighten up, and scoff. Junmyeon blinks, confused by my sudden withdrawal. With arms crossed over my chest, I grumpily say, “Cats are all sweet and cuddly cute angels.”

My husband burst out laughing. “This is the only shirt I could find when I arrived back on Earth. I had hid it in my cave slash.”

Still, I pout and shake my head in disapproval.

“Then, would you do the honor and take it off me?” Junmyeon naughtily wiggles his brows and suggests.

Despite my desire to keep my poker face, the corners of my lip twitches. Ah, whatever. Turning again with a look of amusement, I catwalk toward my beau. I grab his shirt and announce, “Things are about to get feisty in here.”

Chuckling, Junmyeon places his palm behind my neck, leans in, and whispers into my ear, “Baby, let’s make love.”

And love we did. Now. Always. Forever.

“KIM JUNMEOW!” I scream.

A/N: (=^･ｪ･^=) / There you have it!!! Epilogue of My Husband, Kim JunMeow! I hope you guys enjoyed the silly little story!!! Hopefully, I’ll be back soon!!!

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