Hyunin Oneshots [HIATUS]

Goodnight kiss pt.1

Yawning, Jeongin trudged down the dimly lit hallway of his apartment building, exhaustion etched into every line of his face. His shoulders slumped under the weight of his bag, which felt heavier than usual, as though rocks were stuffed inside.

His eyelids drooped, threatening to shut with every step, but he forced himself forward. The promise of sleep beckoned him like an oasis after the endless desert of his 12-hour day.

Being a med student was anything but easy. Rising before the sun, studying tirelessly, and assisting doctors during grueling training sessions drained every ounce of his energy. And now, at seven in the evening, when most people were unwinding, Jeongin was still working up the strength to crawl into bed.

Reaching his door at last, he fumbled with his keys, his numb fingers struggling to find the right one. With a click, the door swung open, and Jeongin stepped inside, letting out a relieved sigh—only for it to morph into a sharp gasp of despair.

Chaos greeted him.

Shredded paper littered the floor like confetti from a cruel celebration. A shattered vase lay in pieces near the corner of the room, glinting ominously in the faint light. His cherished photo frames, filled with memories of family and friends, were toppled over, some cracked beyond repair.

His beloved books—novels he had turned to for solace during his rare free moments—were strewn about, some pages torn, others utterly destroyed.

In the center of it all, perched arrogantly on the couch, was Hyunjin.

The cat-hybrid’s cold, piercing gaze locked onto Jeongin’s, unflinching, as if daring him to react. His sleek black tail swished lazily back and forth, a picture of defiance.

Jeongin bit his lip, surveying the destruction blankly. He wanted to scream, cry, or maybe both, but the weight of his exhaustion kept him rooted in place. This was far from the first time he had come home to find his apartment in ruins.

Torn furniture, broken dishes, ruined clothes—Hyunjin had done it all, and Jeongin had learned not to expect any less.

“Hyunjin,” Jeongin murmured, his voice soft but weary, “why do you do this?”

Hyunjin’s only response was a low growl, his ears flattening slightly. His expression was sharp and hostile, a clear message: Stay back.

Jeongin sighed and crouched down, carefully picking up a shattered piece of the vase. His movements were slow, almost resigned, but not without care. He could feel Hyunjin’s glare burning into him, but he didn’t retaliate or scold the hybrid. He never did. He couldn’t.

This wasn’t Hyunjin’s fault.

Three months ago, Jeongin had gotten the call from his best friend, Jisung. Jisung had told him about the illegal hybrid trading ring that had been busted and how all the rescued hybrids faced grim futures—euthanasia or neglect in overcrowded shelters.

Jisung had mentioned Hyunjin specifically: an aggressive, untamable cat-hybrid who had been returned to the shelter over and over again.

Still, Jeongin had agreed to foster him. Despite Jisung’s warnings, despite the stories of broken homes and shattered patience, Jeongin had said yes.

How could he say no? Hyunjin had been through hell. Traded like property, passed around like an unwanted burden—who wouldn’t be angry after that? Who wouldn’t lash out at the world?

Jeongin understood.

Even now, as Hyunjin hissed softly, his sharp teeth bared in warning, Jeongin didn’t flinch. He didn’t scold or punish. Instead, he spoke calmly, his voice tinged with exhaustion but unwavering in its gentleness.