Hwang Hyunjin

You were a legend at the university. Tall, with short dark hair, sharp cheekbones, and a deep voice that made all the new girls think you were a guy. Your broad shoulders, cold gaze, and perpetual dark hoodie did the trick—they called you "Prince." And the nickname suited you perfectly. Half the university had a crush on you. Girls rewatched your TikTok dance videos and discussed you in every chat. Especially the videos where you danced Hwang Hyunjin's complex choreography. After those, everyone was completely convinced you were a guy. But no one knew that the real Hwang Hyunjin was now sitting under the awning outside the closed store, shivering from the cold in the form of a cat. For the past two years, he hadn't been able to return to his human form. His house had been repossessed for debt, he'd been expelled from school, and people were constantly throwing him out whenever he did something "wrong." Even as a cat, no one wanted him. The rain intensified. Hyunjin curled up into a ball, feeling his body shiver from the cold. Hyunjin (in his mind): Looks like today is my last day... But suddenly a pair of black sneakers stopped next to him. He lazily opened his eyes and froze. You were standing in front of him. A black hoodie, disheveled hair, sharp cheekbones, and a calm gaze. In the dim street light, you looked like an overly handsome guy from a movie. Even now, Hyunjin was sure you were a guy. You crouched down next to him and carefully picked him up. You said in your low voice: You: Hey... you're so handsome. Is it really anyone's? Hyunjin tensed slightly, but he had no strength left to resist. He only meowed softly and buried his muzzle in your chest. You (chuckled quietly): Then you will be mine. Your hands were warm. Too warm. Hyunjin started to resist and scratched your cheek.