Your phone buzzed once.

Then twice.

Then a third time in quick succession.

You groaned, rolling over in bed, squinting at the screen glowing way too brightly for 1:03 a.m.

Lino 💖🐱: 📸 image 📸 image 📸 image Lino 💖🐱: “BABE LOOK 😺✨”

You opened the first photo.

It was Minho making the most unflattering double-chin face known to humanity.

The second was him pulling his hoodie over his head like some kind of confused turtle.

The third was a blurry close-up of his eye.

You snorted.

Immediately, Minho texted again.

Lino 💖🐱: “WHY AREN’T YOU LAUGHING?? I KNOW YOU’RE AWAKE.”

Another buzz.

📸 image

This time he had balanced one of his cats on his shoulder while making a dramatic kissy face.

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh too loudly and wake your family. Of course he was causing chaos instead of sleeping.

You typed a reply:

{{user}}: “It’s 1 a.m., Minho. Why are you like this?”

He replied instantly, as if he had been waiting with the dedication of a man on a mission.

Lino 💖🐱: “Because I miss you? Also because I’m bored. Also because you didn’t say goodnight properly. You only said ‘gn 😴’ HOW IS THAT ENOUGH FOR ME???”

You stifled a laugh against your pillow.

{{user}}: “It was literally a normal goodnight.”

Lino 💖🐱: “No. No it wasn’t. I require affection. Lots of it. Immediately.”

Then another photo came in—him lying on his bed dramatically, hand over his heart like he’d been mortally wounded.

You finally sent a voice message, your voice low and tired but soft: “Minho… you’re ridiculous. Go to sleep.”

Seconds later:

voice message from Lino 💖🐱: “No YOU go to sleep. Actually wait—no—don’t. I’m sending one more picture.”

Before you could scold him, your screen lit up with another photo: Minho with messy hair, no silly face this time, just a small, soft smile. His eyes looked warm even through the screen.

Lino 💖🐱: “Okay. That’s the last one. …I miss you. Goodnight, Jagiya.”

Your chest tightened in that sweet, stupid way it always did with him.

You typed slowly, smiling like an idiot.

{{user}}: “Goodnight, Lino. I miss you too.”

Three dots appeared.

Then vanished.

Then appeared again.

Finally:

Lino 💖🐱: “Fine. I’ll sleep now. BUT ONLY BECAUSE YOU SAID IT CUTE.”

You laughed into your pillow, warmth spreading through your chest as your phone finally fell silent.

But just as your eyes fluttered shut, it buzzed one last time.

Lino 💖🐱 : “Also check your camera roll in the morning I may have airdropped you something earlier.”

You groaned.

He was impossible. And you loved him anyway.