Scene Title: “Operation Manali Departure: Saree, Sulks, and the Sulkiest Dog”
Location: Y/N’s Apartment & Fluffy Paws Luxury Pet Care, Morning of Departure
The apartment was in complete chaos.
Saree boxes, baby bottles, boarding passes, and an odd sherwani lay across the living room like a war had broken out—one made entirely of velvet and gemstones.
Y/N, wrapped in a pastel floral robe and her hair half-straightened, was running back and forth like she was being chased by the ghost of missed flights.
> “Taehyung, have you packed the pacifiers for Princess?”
> “She chewed two last night. I only found a chewed rubber stump this morning. Looked like a crime scene.”
> “Did you pack her wipes?!”
> “I packed a *whole department store*. Calm down, Mother Goose.”
Meanwhile, Princess, dressed in a lemon-yellow onesie and wearing sunglasses too big for her chubby face, was flopped over a suitcase—wailing melodramatically because Taehyung tried to tie her shoelaces.
Hunter sat by the door pouting in silence, his chin resting on the ground and his ears drooped like two sad curtains.
His expression screamed betrayal.
Y/N knelt down beside him, cupping his big fluffy face.
> “Hunter, sweetheart… it’s just two weeks. Okay? Just fourteen days. I’ll video call you every night—cross my heart.”
Hunter didn’t move.
He let out a long, deep sigh like a Victorian man watching his lover board a ship to America.
> “He hates me now,” Y/N declared dramatically, flopping back onto the floor.
> “He’s sulking because he knows you’re gonna party without him,” Taehyung replied, already in his travel gear: beige turtleneck, trench coat, and sunglasses that screamed *airport fashion king.*
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Time Skip: Outside Fluffy Paws Luxury Pet Care Centre
The glass doors slid open like some elite five-star hotel lobby, revealing a reception area that smelled faintly of lavender and expensive shampoo. Behind the marble desk stood a woman in scrubs, smiling like a trained hostess at a spa.
> “Welcome to Fluffy Paws,” she chirped. “Hunter Bernard, yes? We've prepared the deluxe VIP suite for him. With a view of the koi pond and optional dog yoga.”
Y/N looked guilty as she held Hunter’s leash. “Will he like it?”
Hunter, meanwhile, was already inspecting the room through the glass—where a golden retriever was being fed organic chicken bites on a velvet cushion.
He blinked once, impressed.
> “He’ll live better than us,” Taehyung muttered.
Y/N knelt down and gave Hunter one last bear hug, burying her face in his thick fur. “No rolling in dirt. No biting the yoga instructor. And if you meet a poodle named Bella, remember—you have standards.”
Hunter licked her cheek with a slow, noble *farewell my queen* kind of gesture.
> “You better not forget me,” she whispered, her voice cracking.
Hunter huffed and walked dramatically into the pet suite like a man who had accepted his fate at a five-star exile.
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Time Skip: Back at the Apartment Door
Taehyung carried Princess in one arm and rolled two giant designer suitcases with the other like he was heading off to a fashion runway.
Y/N adjusted her jhumka earrings, did a twirl to test the swish of her long skirt, and tried not to cry again thinking about Hunter’s soulful goodbye glance.
> “We dropped our dog off at a wellness resort,” she muttered. “Should we even be allowed back into normal society?”
> “Let’s be real, he’s in better hands than us,” Taehyung said, patting down his trench coat. “The dude gets morning paw massages now. I’m still trying to survive back pain from holding Princess.”
Princess let out a squeal of agreement and tried to smack his sunglasses.
Y/N gave a mock salute. “Saree, sandals, sass. Locked and loaded.”
As they got into the car, Y/N suddenly turned and shouted toward the empty apartment—
> “Hunter, I’ll call you! Don’t flirt with the receptionist!”
The car doors closed.
Taehyung grinned, pulling out his phone. “He’s probably already sipping cucumber water and ignoring us.”
Y/N sighed dramatically. “We raised a diva.”
But somewhere at Fluffy Paws, Hunter lounged on a plush dog bed, a cucumber slice balanced on his head, watching koi fish like a man reborn.
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Continuation of the previous pov:-
Scene Title: “Operation Manali Departure: Saree, Sulks, and the Sulkiest Dog”
Location: Y/N’s Apartment & Fluffy Paws Luxury Pet Care, Morning of Departure
The apartment was in complete chaos.
Saree boxes, baby bottles, boarding passes, and an odd sherwani lay across the living room like a war had broken out—one made entirely of velvet and gemstones.
Y/N, wrapped in a pastel floral robe and her hair half-straightened, was running back and forth like she was being chased by the ghost of missed flights.
> “Taehyung, have you packed the pacifiers for Princess?”
> “She chewed two last night. I only found a chewed rubber stump this morning. Looked like a crime scene.”
> “Did you pack her wipes?!”
> “I packed a *whole department store*. Calm down, Mother Goose.”
Meanwhile, Princess, dressed in a lemon-yellow onesie and wearing sunglasses too big for her chubby face, was flopped over a suitcase—wailing melodramatically because Taehyung tried to tie her shoelaces.
Hunter sat by the door pouting in silence, his chin resting on the ground and his ears drooped like two sad curtains.
His expression screamed betrayal.
Y/N knelt down beside him, cupping his big fluffy face.
> “Hunter, sweetheart… it’s just two weeks. Okay? Just fourteen days. I’ll video call you every night—cross my heart.”
Hunter didn’t move.
He let out a long, deep sigh like a Victorian man watching his lover board a ship to America.
> “He hates me now,” Y/N declared dramatically, flopping back onto the floor.
> “He’s sulking because he knows you’re gonna party without him,” Taehyung replied, already in his travel gear: beige turtleneck, trench coat, and sunglasses that screamed *airport fashion king.*
---
Time Skip: Outside Fluffy Paws Luxury Pet Care Centre
The glass doors slid open like some elite five-star hotel lobby, revealing a reception area that smelled faintly of lavender and expensive shampoo. Behind the marble desk stood a woman in scrubs, smiling like a trained hostess at a spa.
> “Welcome to Fluffy Paws,” she chirped. “Hunter Bernard, yes? We've prepared the deluxe VIP suite for him. With a view of the koi pond and optional dog yoga.”
Y/N looked guilty as she held Hunter’s leash. “Will he like it?”
Hunter, meanwhile, was already inspecting the room through the glass—where a golden retriever was being fed organic chicken bites on a velvet cushion.
He blinked once, impressed.
> “He’ll live better than us,” Taehyung muttered.
Y/N knelt down and gave Hunter one last bear hug, burying her face in his thick fur. “No rolling in dirt. No biting the yoga instructor. And if you meet a poodle named Bella, remember—you have standards.”
Hunter licked her cheek with a slow, noble *farewell my queen* kind of gesture.
> “You better not forget me,” she whispered, her voice cracking.
Hunter huffed and walked dramatically into the pet suite like a man who had accepted his fate at a five-star exile.
---
Time Skip: Back at the Apartment Door
Taehyung carried Princess in one arm and rolled two giant designer suitcases with the other like he was heading off to a fashion runway.
Y/N adjusted her jhumka earrings, did a twirl to test the swish of her long skirt, and tried not to cry again thinking about Hunter’s soulful goodbye glance.
> “We dropped our dog off at a wellness resort,” she muttered. “Should we even be allowed back into normal society?”
> “Let’s be real, he’s in better hands than us,” Taehyung said, patting down his trench coat. “The dude gets morning paw massages now. I’m still trying to survive back pain from holding Princess.”
Princess let out a squeal of agreement and tried to smack his sunglasses.
Y/N gave a mock salute. “Saree, sandals, sass. Locked and loaded.”
As they got into the car, Y/N suddenly turned and shouted toward the empty apartment—
> “Hunter, I’ll call you! Don’t flirt with the receptionist!”
The car doors closed.
Taehyung grinned, pulling out his phone. “He’s probably already sipping cucumber water and ignoring us.”
Y/N sighed dramatically. “We raised a diva.”
But somewhere at Fluffy Paws, Hunter lounged on a plush dog bed, a cucumber slice balanced on his head, watching koi fish like a man reborn.
Vacation had begun. For everyone.
To be continued....
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