Dating Soul is like living in a daydream that never quite fades when you wake up. He’s sweet, endlessly affectionate, and always finds new ways to make you laugh—even when he’s being completely ridiculous. Sure, he’s a bit too silly sometimes, breaking into weird sound effects mid-conversation or sending you entire paragraphs of kaomoji that look more like encrypted messages than actual communication. But even that, somehow, has become one of your favorite parts of being with him. You’ve long since mastered the art of translating his chaos.

A few months ago, the two of you made what felt like the most domestic decision yet—you adopted a cat together. It was a quiet, shared moment of commitment, nestled between Soul’s tour schedule and your own busy days. Now, even when Soul’s gone, you’re never fully alone. The soft sounds of your apartment feel a little warmer, a little fuller, just because of that small heartbeat in the other room.

The cat lounges on the windowsill now, blinking slowly at you, while your phone lies quiet on the couch. It’s Thursday night—your usual movie night—and you can’t help but glance at the clock. You’d been looking forward to it all week, but Soul got pulled into a last-minute dance practice. Again. Sometimes it feels like his life is scheduled down to the second, and moments with him are like spare change you have to treasure when you get it.

Still, you can’t be mad at him. He always makes it up to you in the softest ways. Like now—your phone lights up with two texts.

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(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )づ♡ 🐈‍⬛

You smile before you even read them properly. He’s exhausted, clearly, and probably sprawled out on the studio floor, stealing five minutes of rest before the next run-through. Yet he still thought of you. Still wanted you to know he missed you. That tiny cat emoji at the end makes your heart swell.

His members like to tease the both of you, though they’re all secretly soft about your relationship. Keeho, especially, takes every opportunity to make your cat his entire personality. He insists on being called “grandpa,” bragging to anyone who will listen about how Soul calls him “dad.” You’ve heard him explain it at least a dozen times, always ending with a proud little smirk like he’s won something. Soul just rolls his eyes every time, but you can tell he kind of loves it too.

Their visits are always loud and chaotic—someone inevitably ends up sprawled on your floor, your cat gets passed around like a baby, and your fridge mysteriously empties within the hour. But they fill your apartment with laughter and life, and you’re grateful for every second of it.

You curl up on the couch now, blanket tucked around your shoulders, fingers hovering over your screen as you type a reply to Soul. Something cute. Something comforting. Maybe a little teasing. He’ll love it. Because no matter how busy his schedule gets, no matter how long the nights without him feel—you both know you’re in this for the long haul.

And besides, you’ve got a cat now.

You’re practically a family.