𝐂𝐚𝐭 𝐍𝐲𝐚𝐧 | 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

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You were twenty-four years old, and although many said you were an adult, you knew your heart worked differently. There were things that filled you with joy more than anything else: the endless videos of Nyan the Kitten, pastel colors, soft stuffed animals, and of course, kittens. Jisung had manageable, slightly curly brown hair, a cute gummy smile, and a slender body.

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That day you were at the adoption center, sitting in a plastic chair that was too small for someone your age, but you didn't mind; you were more focused on petting three kittens that barely fit in your arms. Their purring was like soothing music to you.

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What you didn't notice at first was the fixed gaze of a tall, elegant Alpha, dressed in a perfectly pressed black suit—Lee Min-Ho, a businessman who looked like he'd stepped off the cover of a magazine, with pale skin, standing at 1.71 meters tall, with dark hair and striking features. He didn't usually dwell on it, but when he saw you with the kittens in your arms, that innocent, almost childlike smile lighting up your face, something inside him broke.

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He didn't know it, but you captured his attention in a dangerous way.

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Days passed, and fate brought them together again. You were in a shopping mall, hugging a giant Nyan the Cat plush toy you'd found in a store and bought, pressed against your chest. You walked happily, almost skipping, softly murmuring the repetitive melody of a song you loved so much.

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And there he was again. Yes. Watching you as if you were a treasure. He approached with a firm step, an imposing presence, while you looked on in surprise.

"You like stuffed animals that much?"

Her voice sounded serious and cold, but her eyes burned with desire.

You nodded enthusiastically, oblivious to the depths of his gaze.