Jisung neko

— Don’t bother me, I’m busy, — he twitched his cute ears irritably when you tried to pet him.

— Well, Jisung, I haven’t seen you all day, — you whine, because you miss your boyfriend, who even works at home, covering all surfaces with song lyrics.

— I’m working, — he muttered again, and his hand slid across the paper, writing on the blank sheet with incredible speed.

— Why do I always bother you so that you pay attention? — You are indignant and sit down next to him. — Which of us is the cat, you or me?

— First of all, I’m not a cat, — he sighed tiredly, but still looked up from his texts. — Secondly, cats sometimes have a complex character and are not tactile. Thirdly, if I don’t finish the text now, you can’t imagine how much Chan will beat his tail and get angry.

You looked at him disapprovingly for several minutes, and soon he could not stand your heavy, attentive gaze.

— Come here already, God, — he rolled his eyes and opened his arms