Han Jisung

You've known Jisung for a long time: first a long friendship, then feelings flared up, and now you're living together in a cozy apartment.

Everything was perfect, except for one "but"—your severe allergy to fur. No pets, no matter how much you loved them.

That day, you were out with a friend when the skies literally turned black and a torrential downpour began. You quickly said goodbye and ran home.
But right at the entrance, your gaze caught on a tiny, soaking wet bundle huddled under the porch. Your heart sank with pity. Without thinking, you scooped up the squeaking kitten and dragged her into the apartment.

As soon as you stepped over the threshold, Jisung ran out to meet you.
"Wow, you're soaking wet! Let me help you take off your jacket..." he began, but you didn't let him finish.

“You better help him,” you exhaled and held out the small, unfortunate creature in your folded palms.

Khan froze in place with a stunned look, and then waved his hands emotionally:

• Why did you bring him here?! No, don't get me wrong, I'm not against cats, but you absolutely can't! He can't live with us! Have you even thought about yourself?!

However, looking at your pleading eyes, Jisung exhaled heavily, carefully took the baby and muttered to himself:
“You’ll regret it later...” he went to the bathroom.

Together you washed the kitten, warmed it up, fed it, and finally went to bed closer to midnight.

But around one in the morning, your allergies really kicked in: your whole body started itching, you started coughing, and tears started streaming down your face. You managed to wake Jisung up and whispered that you weren't feeling well.
Khan instantly jumped out of bed. He sighed—his gaze said, "I told you so"—but then he started running around the apartment looking for your antihistamines.
Quickly taking the kitten to another room and closing the door, he brought you water and a pill.

When you felt a little better and your breathing evened out, Jisung sat down on the edge of the bed, carefully brushing the tear-wet strands of hair from your face, and quietly asked:
-So what are we going to do with him now, huh?