Hi, little beast,
It's a nickname the others make for you and recently I got addicted to calling you that.
Reason (?)
Answer: Because it took me a couple of weeks until I realized that you're the same cat that always slept on my bed every morning.
You don't have to transform into a cat every time you want to have a sleepover. I'm just scared that I will squeeze you again like the other day. It ends with you feeling guilty over scratching my neck. The wound is healing well, don't worry. I do believe it's because you share your avocado juice every day.
Next time, let me have a sleepover with you. If I know someone is beside me, I won't move around that much (I promise).
Besides a cat, can you transform into another animal? Since that day, I have become more curious about you. Please let me pat you sometimes.
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We Dream of Stars | Newjeans x F! Reader
FantasyIn a world full of foolish ideals, Y/n's life is divided into before and after meeting these girls.