So Changbin.

You'd dreamed of having a pet since childhood, and Changbin knew it. He wasn't particularly fond of animals because they required constant care and supervision.

You begged him for a long time, showing him various photos and simply walking down the street, pointing out homeless kittens and dogs, or simply reading facts about pets you'd be comfortable living with. He never agreed.

After a while, you gave in and, realizing it was useless, stopped begging him. You were a little sad, but you accepted his decision, too.

You still watched cute kitten videos and smiled a little sadly, but you didn't show them to him anymore, so as not to bother him. He noticed everything. Every video and reel, every cat sticker on your phone case. You absolutely adored them, but you'd already resigned yourself to the fact that you wouldn't be able to have them.

The idea of ​​asking for a kitten hadn't even crossed your mind for your birthday, so you didn't ask for anything special. It was up to him. He just grinned that day and said he already had an idea for a gift. You were looking forward to the day with interest, but you weren't expecting anything special.

On your birthday, he congratulated you in the morning and told you to go shopping while he prepared a gift for you at home. You didn't object and went shopping satisfied.

Arriving home, you were greeted by rose petals at the door, leading straight to the bedroom, where Changbin was already sitting with a mysterious box. You set down all the bags and, with genuine interest, sat down next to the box, carefully untying the ribbon.

Slowly opening the box, you were greeted by the painfully familiar face of a cute ginger kitten, who was looking straight at you with his beady eyes.

• Happy birthday, darling.