When Minho leaves town for a few days, Hyunjin agrees to cat-sit just feed them and don't let them die, easy enough. But somewhere between quiet mornings, lazy naps, and unexpected sketchbooks, Minho's apartment starts to feel less like a favor... and more like home. A simple story, slice of life, comforting

It was 12:43 AM. Jay had his hoodie pulled over his head, hood tied so tightly around his face he looked like a marshmallow with a grudge. He tiptoed into the kitchen like a thief, trying not to wake the rest of the dorm. But of course, the second he opened the cabinet- CLANG. "Jesus," Jay whispered, freezing in place. "Why is the pot so dramatic?" "Because it's mad at you for trying to cook at this hour." Jay nearly jumped out of his skin. He turned around to find Jungwon sitting on the counter, legs swinging, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "You scared the life out of me," Jay muttered, holding his chest. "What are you doing up?" "Couldn't sleep," Jungwon shrugged. "Thought I heard someone breaking in, so I came to catch the intruder." Jay raised an eyebrow. "With what? Your intimidating stare?" Jungwon smirked. "Worked on you, didn't it?"