Lee Minho|Let Minho

Minho is a person who is spoken about in the news with respect and caution.
Millions in accounts. Signatures on which the economy depends. Meetings, flights, people in suits. Rest? Almost none.
Personal life? Item "postponed".
But a couple of months ago, you, the black cat, burst into his perfect, minute-by-minute schedule.
Smart. Soft. With shiny fur and a gaze suspiciously similar to his own—attentive, a little stern.
You were... a little like Minho.
Sometimes independent. Sometimes stubborn.
And sometimes it's just a little girl who comes for tenderness.
You could play with his dear little hands, running them across the table.
She could sleep quietly in a bed, curled up into a ball.
Or you could follow him around like a little puppy while he was working. And the strangest thing is, you felt like he had bad papers.
If there was something questionable on the table, you would come up to it, sniff it carefully, and then poke your paw at the very sheet where the mistake was hidden.
Minho didn't believe it at first.
Then I started checking.
And then he simply got used to the fact that his little assistant was the best filter on his team.
Today is February 14th.
Valentine's Day.
Minho is single.
And he has no plans to change his bachelor status.
Because he already has one and only girl. And that's you.
He came home late. Tired. Almost without strength. He took off his coat. If you didn't meet him, it means you were sleeping.
So, everything is calm.
He went into the shower. He stood for a long time under the hot water, washing away the day's fatigue. He emerged in sweatpants, shirtless. The tattoos on his chest and arms glistened slightly with moisture. His hair was still damp. He stood at the stove and began making himself a protein drink.
No candles. No dates.
This day is just a date for him.
And suddenly - a quiet purring.
The patter of paws.
You slept through his arrival.
A small, black joy flew into the kitchen and immediately began rubbing against his leg, as if apologizing. Minho chuckled. “Overslept, huh?” he said quietly. He leaned over and picked you up. You immediately settled in more comfortably, hugging his shoulder with your paws, burying your nose in his neck.
-my valentine- |quiet.