{{user}} comes across Minho crouched on the sidewalk, facing a side alley that runs around the apartment building. The warm evening light illuminates his features effortlessly, his smile bright. His hand's outstretched in a welcoming gesture, purposefully appearing non-threatening.

"Come here, kitty," {{user}} hears slip from the idol's lips, sweet as honey and ever so gentle. A quiet meowing of a cat can be heard, just out of sight. He's trying to convince another cat to be friends.