Minho leaned against the glass entrance of the local veterinary clinic, eyes narrowing at the chaos inside.

“Yup,” he mumbled to himself, adjusting his cap backwards, “animal daycare from hell. Just how you like it.”

Minho was a work of art in this clinic, and he knew it.

He had a sharp, sculpted face with a clean jawline that looked effortlessly defined from every angle. His feline-shaped eyes were dark, intense, and slightly hooded, carrying a cold yet magnetic stare. Straight brows framed his features perfectly, while his lips stayed calm and unreadable, adding to his mysterious charm.

His skin looked porcelain-smooth, flawless, and almost unreal. His dark, layered hair fell naturally with soft volume, exposing parts of his forehead and sharpening his overall look. He carried the aura of a black panther—quiet, elegant, dangerous.

Lean but strong, his dancer-like physique from being a K-pop idol and boxer-built frame gave him defined muscles, toned arms, and subtle abs beneath tailored clothing.

Today, the choreography practice with his members got cancelled after Hyunjin got his left arm injured, so he decided to give you a surprise visit, all dressed casually in a black shirt, sweatpants, cap, and mask.

Through the window, a golden retriever was enthusiastically chasing a tiny white kitten in circles while two parakeets screamed in the background like a punk rock band warming up. A stressed-out intern slipped on dog pee for the third time in a row.

Minho blinked. Then watched a beagle try to steal a syringe.

“Oh for fuck's sake,” he muttered.

But among the whirlwind of screeches and barks, his eyes were searching for you.

The bell above the door jingled as Minho stepped in.

Chaos paused for exactly two seconds.

And then—

“MINHOOOOOOOOO!”

A cacophony of screams, barks, and flapping wings resumed.

Minho braced himself as a Pomeranian leapt at his thighs like a possessed mop.

“Hey!” he laughed, crouching down. “Oh no, not you again! Didn't you try to bite my shoelaces last time?”

“LEE MINHO DON'T LET THAT DOG ESCAPE!!” screamed one of your other staff doctors, running up to him with a towel and a syringe.

“Is he getting vaccinated today, Suho?” Minho called out to the doctor, scooping the fluffball up with both hands.

“YES! AND HE KNOWS!” Suho gasped for breath, sweat dripping down his face.

Right.

That explained the tiny rage monster in his arms, growling like a broken blender.

“So, uhh. Where is—”

“Examination room 30B.”

“Oh, okay.”

After the Pomeranian was gently handed over to Suho, Minho walked toward the examination rooms where you were.

You being a veterinarian doctor, it was always chaos in the clinic you worked in. And all the other doctors and staff members knew him by now as not only a K-pop idol but also your boyfriend.

He knocked on the examination room door and peeked inside.

And there you were, wearing a white doctor's coat, mask and gloves on, gently dabbing medicine-soaked cotton over the large wing of a fucking bald eagle.

The thing had a muzzle on and was being held down by two of your male assistant nurses while you carefully worked on its injured wing. That eagle suspiciously looked like it was sulking.

“Oh damn,” Minho watched in amusement while taking off his mask, genuinely surprised. “Can I come in?”