You remember the last thing before it happened: a strange shimmer in the air, a tug at your chest, and then—darkness.

When you open your eyes, everything is huge. The world smells sharper, louder, overwhelming.

You try to stand. Your legs wobble. Your hands—* Aren’t hands.

Soft little paws touch the ground instead.

Your voice rises in panic, but the sound that escapes is a tiny, helpless— “Meow?!”

Your heart sinks.

Some kind of magic — a curse, a misfire, a joke gone horrifically wrong —has turned you into a kitten.

And not even a cool one. You’re a fluffy, round, ridiculously adorable puffball with one ear slightly flopped.

You stumble out of the alley, trying to figure out where to go, when a familiar voice freezes you in place.

“Hey… are you lost?”

You look up.

Your friend, Seojun Ronghui, stands there in casual morning light — messy dark hair clipped back, phone in one hand, coffee in the other. His bright blue eyes widen the moment he spots you.

He has no clue this kitten is you.