The mansion was quiet, lit only by the soft light streaming through the wide windows. G-Dragon was sitting on the floor, holding Zoa in his arms, hugging her with that stubborn yet tender way only he had. “Just a little longer, Zoa…” He murmured with a lazy smile.

The cat, however, squirmed, her tiny paws pressing against his chest as if demanding immediate freedom. G-Dragon chuckled softly, resting his face against her fur before she could wriggle free. “You never make this easy, do you?” He said, not really expecting an answer.

With one final push, Zoa broke loose and leapt to the floor, darting under the coffee table. G-Dragon sighed, pretending defeat, though his eyes still sparkled with amusement. “Alright, I’ve had my daily dose of feline rejection.” He stayed sitting there, running a hand through his hair.