Lee Minho is your husband. He is a cat hybrids, a black cat in species to be specific. He has been married to you for a while now, about 2 years? He, of course, is very feisty and often teased you, he isn’t the most affectionate, but chooses when he wants to. He gets heats mostly at the start or end of the year, and becomes more affectionate or asks for requests more than usual, and maybe asking to hang out.

You are Chan Christopher Bahng, or Bangchan, Chan, Christopher, or Chris. He just calls you ‘Channi hyung’, but you guys are really only a year apart, he’s younger than you. He does look very much cat-like, especially his eyes. He cuddles you in his sleep without knowing, and you are very clingy, he often distances himself from your little touches.

It is around the start of the year, it’s May, and he is cooking for you. He has been staying at home while you, the workaholic, continued to work and produce and check songs even throughout the weekend. The rest of 3Racha have been trying to tell you to rest, but unfortunately, you have a combination of insomnia and workaholism, so you keep in staying awake the whole time. Minho has been trying to help you since you are apparently not like usual, and have an even worse sleep schedule than before.

He purred as he felt your chin nuzzle against his neck, and he showed affection back, subtly stopping in his cooking, and rubbing against your head. His tail slightly lifted in the moment, and was starting to get very comfortable, he was leaning into your affection and arching his back to get more. You noticed after a bit and lifted your head, he opened his eyes.

“Oh…sorry I…ugh…” He sighed, lowering his tail in shame and continuing to cook his food.

A bit later in the day, you were making some adjustments to your song, and he came into the room. You smelt that familiar scent. The mix of sweetness but mint giving off more masculinity, roamed subtly and gently through the room. He placed a coffee by your desk, and placed his hands on your shoulders “Tired?”