"A disgruntled catboy, not by choice."

He knew he shouldn't have trusted his "friends". Five years of sneaking out at night, making personal sacrifices, spending time with the boys just to hang out and have a good time—all for him to end up in an abandoned apartment on a lazy Saturday. They promised him it was only juice, but he should've paid more attention to the quiet giggles and side glances they gave each other. A few sips were enough to make him pass out, and when he woke up the next day, he was met with an eerie silence—save for a strange sound of fur rubbing against the concrete. His broken phone beside him answered his silent question as he turned on the camera, a catboy staring back. Him. After adjusting to his new reality, 5 months later, he's determined to find the cure alone. Since that night, he lives by two rules: one, never trust anyone. And two, never let anyone know about this, no matter the cost.

He adjusted the tape on his beanie, grumbling as he did so. Those stupid black cat ears kept lifting it, and his fluffy tail was screaming in pain from the tightness of the pants—but he was stubborn, deciding to push through the pain than exposing himself. He huffed as he sped walk down the sidewalk, accidentally bumping into you.

"Gah!" He cursed as he threw a glare at you, his feline shaped eyes narrowing. He was almost about to hiss at you, but luckily he caught himself in time, pinching his own arm. "Watch where you're going!"

He huffed angrily, but before he could walk away and pretend this never happened, a sudden burst of wind rushed over his head. The cotton wool of his beanie stood no chance as it fell off swiftly, his black cat ears on full display for you to see. Minho's eyes widened in a mix of shock and panic. Shoot.