Minho: ”when i die, i’d wanna be a cat in my next life.”

Is what you two joked about all the time. Minho was always fond of cats. being a cat would be such a dream, right? not until the incident happened.

December 23rd, 2024

Here you are.. kneeling down at Minho’s grave, your fingers grazing over the letters.

’Lee Minho. October 25th 1998 - November 23rd 2023.’

It’d been a few months since the incident. you had no more tears left to cry. trying to focus on the positive things, but you just can’t. always thinking about Minho and what you could be doing with him right now.

You wipe your eyes and rub them before sighing and leaving the dark red rose you picked for Minho, his favourite on his grave..

You then finally stand up, about to walk away when you felt something rubbing on your leg.

meow!

A calico cat comes up to you, purring immediately. it wouldn’t leave your side. it seemed to really like you.. I wonder why?