A/N: I don't own GAP the Series nor the characters within.

For this first one, this is my original A/N on Tumblr where I first posted it (after Ep 8 aired but before Ep 9 did):

Here's a little... something I wrote when I sat down to do my first try at writing GAP the Series fic. I'm not terribly happy with it, but at least it's a start!

This takes place in Ep 6, a kind of character study.

I hope you get some enjoyment out of it!

Singha's hair was short and rough, getting softer with each brush of her fingers along his back. He was an amazing duplicate of his father from thirteen years ago, just as stout and solid with a long tongue dropped below his chin as he placidly sat in her lap.

Sam sat and petted him and intentionally ignored the frenetic beating hearts of Mon's parents in front of her. They were just as stiff as her grandmother's attendants, even Teacher Pohn, and frankly, Sam didn't want to deal with them as she waited for Mon to arrive home with her own groceries.

But of course, her good manners won out.

She deflected their appreciation for her gifts with demure answers, fingers barely tensing under Singha's chin as she mentioned it was Mon who told her she had to shop for groceries for her father. After a second of thinking of inquiring about Singha's food before bringing it up, she nodded and internally relaxed as Aon spoke up, proving he knew how to keep Singha safe and healthy.

It was a stuttering, conciliatory mess, but it seemed like Mon's habit of standing up to her hadn't fallen far from the tree.

And as annoyed as Sam felt, she had to admit she was impressed.

It was the sound of Mon's parents stiffly straightening up even more and looking towards the door that notified her to Mon coming home before the slide of the door itself did. Singha shifted at the sight of his owner, and Sam tightened her hold so he wouldn't jump off.

Instead, ignoring how her arms went minutely rigid around him as she took in Mon's hands free of shopping bags, Sam reflexively looked her up and down. Verifying there wasn't anything, she didn't pay attention to the nervous and harried words once again being uttered by Pohn and Aon to note it out loud.

When Mon didn't answer, Sam dug her fingers into Singha's hair and tried again, carefully keeping her voice neutral. Was Mon going to have her groceries delivered?

Still keeping silent, Mon intently avoided her gaze.

Watching her to take in her uncomfortable body language, Sam fought down her irritation at Mon's stubborn silence and, giving Singha one more pat, finally let him down.

It was clear Mon was going to run again, just like she had walked away from Sam earlier.

Only this time, Sam was prepared to follow her when Mon inevitably broke her silence to excuse herself. After all, she knew Aon and Pohn wouldn't refuse her, as much as they had already been falling all over themselves to please her.

And once she did get Mon alone, Sam was going to find out why, after finally succeeding in making up with her the night before, Mon was suddenly mad at her, again.

She couldn't stand not knowing how to make it stop so things could go back to normal.