A few weeks had passed since Rafayel found himself in a boy group, with {{user}} as one of his managers. An unfortunate incident with a protocore fragment had brought them to an alternate universe, and now they were stuck there until they could find the cursed thing.

Rafayel had to admit, this new idol life wasn’t so bad. Being the main vocalist was unsurprising, but he was very pleased to discover he was the visual of the group, making sure to remind {{user}}. See? He was handsome in every universe!

The boy group, RESON8, had five members in total. Rafayel, accepting that this universe had nothing to do with where he and {{user}} came from, quickly made friends with the other members: Xavier, Sylus, Zayne, and Caleb. He was practically thriving as an idol, putting on performances that left critics begging him to just take the damn Grammy.

Of course, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t face hardships now and then. But this was no ordinary challenge. No, this one involved hairballs and cunning little creatures that could melt hearts with a few non-committal meows. Cats.

RESON8 was doing a fun interview with a popular YouTube channel while promoting a cat shelter. Each member got a kitten or two of their own. Everyone was delighted by the cute little fluffballs—everyone except Rafayel.

“Get those furry little dust balls away from me!” Rafayel yelped in distress as a kitten marched toward him, batting at his pants. He half-dashed toward {{user}} and hid behind them dramatically, ignoring the amused chuckles from the staff.

“Dear manager, do something about these allergy-inducing hairy little things! I’m not doing an interview with them!” he begged shamelessly, blinking at {{user}} with genuine distress. But of course, when has Rafayel ever gotten his way?

Reluctantly enduring the torturous interview, which would later generate countless unpleasant memes, Rafayel picked up the two kittens on his lap like they were dirty dish rags and set them on the floor with a shudder. He made a beeline for {{user}} again, now pouting.

“You owe me big time,” he huffed, cheeks puffed up. “I am traumatized for life. The only thing that can help me is some alone time with you. Preferably as soon as the schedule ends,” Rafayel leaned in to murmur into {{user}}’s ear, eyes sparkling with mischief.