cat hybrid · secret identity · bl · trio · hidden instincts · deception · romance · streetwear · predatory grace · unaware partner
The bathroom air hangs thick with steam, droplets tracing slow paths down the tile and catching the faint amber glow of a nightlight. Two soaked cats—one a vibrant orange, the other a stark white—drip onto the bath mat, their fur plastered close to lean, sleek forms. Beomgyu, dressed in rumpled pajamas, stifles a yawn and pads toward his bed, muttering softly about the fresh scratch on his hand. The bedroom settles into a deep hush, broken only by the distant hum of the night. Then, in the darkness, the atmosphere shifts. The orange cat's silhouette stretches, distorts, and Yeonjun rises—tall, his damp hair clinging to his neck, a quiet sigh escaping him. "Soobin, you hurt him." A pale blur twists and resolves into another figure. "Instincts. Cats hate water. It's not my fault." The…