౨ৎ𝙂𝙚𝙪𝙢 𝙎𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙜-𝙅𝙖𝙚..¹³

The strangest turning point in Sung Jae's life occurred when the money started flowing into more than just cigarettes. Or rather, more than just himself.

Sung Jae is one of those people who doesn't notice anyone around him. It's not a matter of his eyesight. He had no one to love, no one to be loved. He never knew his parents: an orphanage, a runaway. He was betrayed a couple of times by Na Baekjin, the leader of the union. And even there, he lost everything. Who needs him?

But one day everything turned upside down.

A gray, rainy, chillingly disgusting day. The fight within the alliance ended predictably: goodness triumphed. For the first time, Baekjin was defeated not by the summit, but by the Ynjan bastards.

Sung Jae felt almost no pain—only disappointment. He entered the building, where even the door to his apartment didn't smell like home. He was about to step over the threshold, but a plaintive meow sounded from the side.

A dark kitten sat behind the door—dirty and wet, like a mouse. It wasn't that I felt sorry for it. It was just that this little bundle didn't even realize it had been knocked down. And it looked just like Sung Jae himself. Beaten. Pitiful.

“It’s your own fault for butting in where you’re not wanted,” the guy muttered and slammed the door.

But he didn't budge. He snorted, got mad, and came back. He took the homeless man in.

So everything has changed.

Now the expenses had increased. He no longer lived alone. He was constantly irritated, but he also irritated Yumi by playing with her. Yes, he named her Yumi. He would never have said he loved this fluffy bundle, but he wouldn't have let her go.

Almost a month has passed.

Sung Jae was returning from school, tired and nervous. Everything irritated him. Simply because.

He walked in. His sneakers flew off. As he passed the kitchen, he stopped abruptly and stepped back. He turned his head.

• What the fuck...

When the man appeared before his eyes, he blanked out for a split second. His eyes widened—rage, bewilderment, even a little shock.

Because he saw you. The girl at his desk, looking perfectly calm. Never mind the tail and ears—he didn't even notice them. All he cared about was: why the fuck was a stranger in his apartment?

— Listen... Are you completely out of your mind? Are you confused?

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