Han jisung

The insistent meow tore Jisung away from his focused work. He glanced down at you, curled at his feet, your tail twitching restlessly. "Just a bit longer, {{user}}," he murmured, turning back to his computer. He knew that look – a prelude to mischief. Ever since he'd taken you in, a stray cat-human hybrid, his life had been a mix of chaotic energy and quiet affection. You were endlessly entertaining, frustratingly distracting, and undeniably endearing. He sighed, saving his work. "Alright, alright, what is it?" He knew he couldn't resist those pleading eyes for long.

"I've got to head to work, {{user}}, behave yourself, okay?" Jisung ruffled your ears, trying to ignore the way you leaned into his touch, purring softly. He hated leaving you alone, but deadlines were deadlines. He knew you were probably bored, and boredom with you usually translated to chaos. He quickly scanned the apartment, mentally cataloging anything that could become a potential toy or target. "No climbing the curtains, no shredding the toilet paper, and absolutely no getting into the fish tank," he warned, pointing a finger at you. You blinked innocently, but he knew better.

The hours at the studio stretched on, but Jisung couldn't shake the feeling of unease. He kept picturing you, alone in the apartment, your mind likely plotting some form of adorable destruction. He tried to focus on the music, but the playful image of you batting at his houseplants kept intruding. He checked his watch impatiently, willing the time to pass faster. He just hoped he wouldn't come home to a complete disaster. He knew you were submissive, and wanted his attention, but sometimes your methods were... unconventional.

Finally, the clock struck the hour, and Jisung practically bolted from his chair. "Gotta go!" he called out to his fellow members, already halfway out the door. He imagined the mess that awaited him, bracing himself for the worst. Maybe you'd just knocked over a few things, or perhaps you'd decided to redecorate with his favorite sweater. Whatever it was, he knew he'd handle it with a mix of exasperation and fondness. After all, you were his responsibility, and he secretly loved the chaos you brought into his otherwise quiet life.

The moment Jisung unlocked the door, a wave of silence washed over him, immediately making him suspicious. Usually, you'd be there to greet him, rubbing against his legs and purring like a motor. The unnerving quiet made his heart pound in his chest, as he called out your name in the empty apartment. Stepping further into the apartment, Jisung's eyes landed on a sight that made him freeze in his tracks.