When San stumbles upon a stray black cat labeled as "bad luck" by others, he can't resist taking the poor thing in. Little does he know, this is no ordinary cat-it's Wooyoung, a mischievous cat-human hybrid with an irresistible charm. As Wooyoung's...
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After the last customer had left, Seonghwa sighed, leaning against the counter, his brows knit in worry. "San-ah," he began, glancing around the empty café. "I'm worried about this place. We're barely breaking even. And...", His voice softened as he looked down. "Hongjoong and I… his family has been talking about marriage lately. I want to be able to provide, you know? But I just don’t know how much longer we can keep Café Luck going."
San placed a reassuring hand on Seonghwa’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, hyung. We’ll come up with something to bring in more customers. We’re not letting Café Luck go under. I promise.” Seonghwa managed a grateful smile and gave San a quick hug before they parted ways for the night.
Choi San was known as the top student in his college—a real academic star with a relentless dedication to learning. But when he wasn’t busy acing exams or solving complex problems, he could be found working part-time at Café Luck, a cozy little spot owned by his cousin, Park Seonghwa. Though he had the reputation of a nerd, San genuinely loved his evenings at the café, finding pride and comfort in helping with the family business and the simple joy of serving others.
Tonight, as he walked home, his mind buzzed with ideas, his thoughts racing with ways to bring new life to the café.
But just as he neared the park, the peacefulness was interrupted by a commotion—a group of kids had gathered around, laughing and taunting something huddled near the fountain. Quickening his pace, San spotted the target of their teasing; a small black cat, drenched and shivering, its eyes wide with fear. One of the kids sneered, nudging the poor animal with his foot.
“Look, it’s bad luck! We should chase it away!”, he jeered.
Without hesitation, San stepped forward, his voice sharp and commanding. “Hey! Leave him alone! He’s not bad luck—but you little rats sure are!” The kids jumped, startled by his sudden presence, and quickly scattered.
San waited until they disappeared before kneeling beside the frightened creature. The little cat was soaked, trembling from both the cold water and the fear lingering in his wide, gold-flecked eyes. “Hey, sweet baby”, San said softly, keeping his voice gentle as he extended a hand. “It’s okay now. You’re safe with me. They are all gone"
The cat’s wary gaze softened slightly, as if weighing his options. After a moment, he took a cautious step toward San, then another, until he was close enough to meet his snout with San's extended hand. San patiently waited, holding his hand out with quiet hope. The small black cat sniffed his fingers cautiously, then leaned forward to gently head-butt San’s hand. A broad smile broke across San’s face as the cat nuzzled him, rubbing its face against his hand. “That’s right. I mean no harm", San murmured, his tone soft and soothing. “Mind if I hold you? You look really cold.” He lowered his hand, speaking as if he were sure the cat could understand him.
