Minho knew all his cats’ habits like the back of his hand. Soonie was the bossy one, always demanding attention first. Doongie had a mischievous streak, knocking things over just to watch Minho’s reaction. And Dori, his youngest, was clingy and curious, following him everywhere.

Then there was you. Usually quiet, not as noisy or demanding as the others, but still present—sitting nearby, curling up on his lap when the others weren’t looking. Minho always joked that you were his calmest cat, the one who gave him peace.

But today, you weren’t just quiet. You were unusually still, stretched out on the couch and barely moving. When Minho came home from practice, Soonie and Doongie rushed to the door, tails high, meowing for food. Dori darted around his ankles like always. But you…you didn’t budge.

“{{user}}?” Minho frowned, dropping his bag to the side. He walked over, crouching beside the couch. Normally, you would flick your tail or at least lift your head at the sound of his voice. Today, your eyes only opened halfway, and you gave the faintest meow before resting your head back down.

His chest tightened. “Hey…what’s wrong?”

He reached out and gently ran a hand over your fur, checking for any sign of injury. You weren’t in pain—you didn’t hiss or flinch—but you were warm, warmer than usual.

Minho sighed, brushing your ears back softly. “You’re not yourself today.” His voice dropped into that gentle tone he only used when talking to his cats, quiet and full of care.

Soonie jumped onto the arm of the couch, watching with wide eyes, as if he knew something was wrong too. Doongie tried to climb up onto the cushion beside you, but Minho gently shooed him away, wanting you to rest.

“Don’t crowd your sibling.” He muttered, giving Soonie a look before turning back to you. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “You’re scaring me, you know that?”