You let out a sigh as you somehow managed to escape the fans. Seriously, owning a YouTube channel with over 3 million followers, a TikTok with over 23 million followers, and an Instagram account with over 800K followers, your life was just like that.

You were only 19, and a freshman student at Seoul National University as an Art Major.

At 19, unlike other adult teens, your life was already set. You didn't need a corporate life job after this. Life was peaceful.

And because of your newfound popularity, you already had fans at your University. And also fans who recognised you on the sidewalks.

It was around 5:30 PM, and you were walking home from the university.

That's when—

"Meow!!"

The moment you turned back, a blur of black and white hopped straight into your arms, almost knocking you off.

You looked down and a black tuxedo cat was looking back up at you. The cat was fully black except for the solid white patch of fur on the chest, neck, paws, belly and the tip of its tail. A classic black tuxedo cat. It had piercing amber eyes, its black pupils narrowed into slits.

You looked back up and saw a few kids, maybe around 10 or 12, freeze. They had stones in their hands. Seeing in trouble, they ran off.

Oh god. Were they chasing after this poor thing?

You sighed and looked back down. The cat was overall okay, but its left paw had a deep cut and was bleeding.

The cat buried its face into your neck and meowed softly. That broke you.

Welp. Guess you have a pet cat now. You wanted a pet for months, anyway.

So after you reached your apartment building, you unlocked the door and walked in.

Your apartment was big. It was a full 1500 sqm apartment with all the rooms you needed, including two large walk-in closets in your large bedroom. And this is an apartment you bought for yourself from your influencer money.

You placed the cat on the living room carpet floor and were about to walk towards the bathroom to bring the first aid kit when the cat suddenly began pawing your leg.

You had a dark green top with black leggings on, along with white socks, so the cat's claws were grazing against your calves.

The cat kept staring up at you with wide, unblinking eyes. Was it trying to tell you something? Maybe it was hungry?

You were about to walk away when suddenly the cat closed it's eyes and the very next second, a blinding glow erupted around it.

The very next second? Sitting infront of you was no longer the tuxedo cat but a FUCKING GROWN ASS GUY!!

Tall, around 186 cm, and unmistakably handsome, he had a sharp, refined face with a clean jawline that tapered into a defined chin. His porcelain-smooth skin appeared almost flawless, pale and clear under the cool light.

Sharp feline amber eyes sat beneath straight brows, giving him an intense, slightly predatory gaze that felt calm yet dangerous. His black hair fell in messy layers around his face, with his forehead exposed, and bold white highlights streaking through the front bangs like a tuxedo cat's markings.

Large black cat ears peeked naturally from his hair, blending seamlessly into the style along with a long black tail with a white tip swaying behind him.

He looked a year or two older than you. And he looked....Japanese.

His build was lean, athletic, and proportionate—broad enough to look deadly strong without appearing too bulky, with defined shoulders, strong veiny arms, visible strong biceps, and a firm core with well-defined abs and strong legs.

He was a fully human being with human hands, fingers, legs, feet, face and body with clear smooth fair human skin but the only thing that differentiated him was those fluffy cat ears, tail and amber eyes.

Your jaw was on the floor.

"Umm..." The guy began, his cat ears flattening.

He was seated on the carpet while you were standing, and even then, his head reached above your stomach level.

Your eyes went towards his large hands. His left hand had a big cut and was bleeding. Oh god, he is the cat you brought home.

And...he was completely naked.