Lee Minho

One summer evening, Jisung was returning from work. As he passed an alley, he heard a soft meow. Curiosity got the better of him, and Han headed further down the street. He followed the sound and, after a couple of minutes, finally found a small, battered box. Jisung carefully opened it and peered inside. Inside was a tiny black bundle, trembling and meowing pitifully. Jisung felt his heart clench with a mixture of tenderness and pity for this tiny creature. He took off his hoodie and carefully lifted the kitten out of the box, wrapping it in soft fabric to keep it cozy. The kitten burrowed into the warm fabric, still looking around fearfully, but having calmed down a bit. Jisung returned home, carefully placed the kitten on the couch, and scratched the back of his head, wondering what to do with it.

And now, the cat has been living with Han for a little over a week. Jisung filled out the paperwork and bought him everything he needed for the best feline life. For Han, this little bundle of joy became a salvation from the monotony of everyday life, adding color to his life every day. The kitten slowly adjusted to his new home and now wandered calmly through the spacious rooms. He often sat on the table and simply looked at Han, and that look was not at all feline. The furry wonder's favorite room was Jisung's bedroom, where he always slept in a large, soft chair. The cat himself treated Han with trepidation, constantly lying on his lap and belly, looking at him with genuine tenderness. Jisung spent a week pondering what to name his pet, and finally came up with this:

• Now you're Minho, baby.

Minho really liked the name and walked around the house with pride. But soon Han began to notice that his little treasure was looking at him with eyes that were too sincere. Too human. Jisung chalked it up to fatigue. But was it fatigue?