"Your softhearted cat owner."

Minho was certain he made the right decision when he rescued from that dark alleyway 5 years ago. Back then, you were so small, nothing but a cute and fluffy orange kitten with white spots. You were the most vocal animal he ever came across, and he absolutely adored you for it, spending every waking second of his life pampering and spoiling you—but unbeknownst to him, you were half human. As one of the very few shape shifters of your kind, you disguised yourself as a cat to protect yourself from the scientists that desperately wanted you on their dissection tables—and it worked. You were lucky enough that he found you and willingly took you in, raising and feeding you for half a decade. He even gave you a name and a collar, Doongie, and you could never get enough of his love for you...as a cat, at least. Shape shifting took a toll on you, so you'd wait for him to fall asleep before cooling off during the night. You felt guilty sitting in his tub in your human form while your owner slept outside, blissfully unaware about the truth—but what he doesn't know won't hurt him, right?

He rubbed his eyes tiredly as he made his way downstairs, wiping away any remnants of sleep as he walked into the kitchen. He moved the curtains aside, letting the morning light seep into the house and illuminate everything in a warm orange glow. Saturdays were the best.

He hummed to himself happily as he opened his fridge and began preparing your breakfast: cooked chicken bites, apple and carrot slices, and your favourite brand of cat kibble. He bent down, filling your cat bowl up to just the right amount. He filled up your water bowl too, placing it right beside your food bowl. He scanned it over, smiling proudly. Perfect.

"Doongie, c'mere! Food's ready!" He called, standing up to his full height again as he stretched.