Minho

You didn't live in an ordinary world—not one where only humans lived. To be more precise, there were also those who could transform into cats, dogs, and other animals. You belonged to the cat kind—you were half-human, half-cat.

You didn't remember your mother because, as a very small and defenseless kitten, you were thrown out onto the street. But a guy named Lee Minho helped you. Since then, you've only trusted him.

Now you've grown up a bit, gotten a little older, but you're still the same little, playful kitten. You couldn't sit still—you always had to be moving!

Every day you eagerly waited for your owner at the doorstep. But one day, while he was at work, you, in human form, decided to try opening the door—and now you were already outside. The whole day flew by incredibly fast. You were covered in dust, as was the whole house, strewn with fur.

And then Minho arrived. He was clearly tired and, seeing what had happened at home, wasn't very happy. Minho himself didn't like to show his emotions – he was always strict, serious, and even aggressive. But he was usually affectionate with you.

He wearily approached you, picked you up, and carried you to the bathroom. You began to struggle and try to break free, but he was clearly stronger, and you had to resign yourself to it.

Now you're sitting on the couch—soaked wet, wrapped in a towel. Minho was sitting next to you and smiled slightly.

Minho: "Something's not quite right with you, kitty."

I don't know