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Lee Minho was renowned for buying the most peculiar gifts. It was a quirk of his that, at this point, had even breached the containment of his close friends and members and was now a running joke in the fandom. Some birthdays you would dodge it if he didn't find something that tickled his uniquely eccentric sense of humour that year. Unequivocally, though, every Halloween, he would pull out seven matching costume sets; from slutty nuns (an excruciatingly ironic choice for their maknae and his childhood dreams of becoming a priest) to equally slutty nurses and beyond. His eyes would light up with mischievous glee seeing the apprehension on everyone’s faces when he brought out this year’s treats. Or tricks, depending on how you look at it.

It was openly joked that he had a kink for humiliation; the unmatched levels of glee on his face and in his giddy giggles when his incessant pestering for the members to try on their costumes finally succeeded, was suspiciously telling. Minho, of course, never confirmed the rumors, but he didn't deny them either. The only other person who could give a definitive answer was Chan, but he stayed equally tight lipped. Jisung could swear he had caught a certain knowing look between the couple once or twice when the subject came up. He knew Lee Minho had a humiliation kink, he just couldn't prove it. 

This Halloween, the group had gathered at Jisung and Minho’s apartment, it was the usual location for their gatherings. Hyunjin and Changbin’s dorm was meticulously adorned, every corner decorated with the expensive furniture that Hyunjin treasured too dearly to risk sticky drinks or party snacks within ten feet of it. The horror of the disorganised mess trailing after seven drunk twenty-something men far surpassed any slasher movie or paranormal encounter for Chan so, for the sake of his wellbeing, his and Jeongin’s apartment was out of the question. In theory they could host gatherings at Felix and Seungmin’s apartment but the enormous eighty-inch flatscreen, that Seungmin insisted was essential for watching baseball games, left their living room off limits to the drunken, clumsy idiots that were his closest friends. 

So, the sparsely furnished open plan kitchen and living room of Jisung and Minho's modern apartment was usually where they got together for any kind of drunken and/or raucous goings on. 

***

Jisung had a particular sense for when his housemate was up to something - a spidey sense of sorts that had manifested itself over the time he had lived with his dear, devious cat of a best friend. 

It was about the right point of the night too, the moon was hanging proudly in the sky and the group had consumed enough alcohol to be giggly but not so much to be incoherent. Nobody was crying yet, nobody was conspicuously begging to be taken home and railed into the mattress (Felix was a notoriously horny drunk and Jeongin was notoriously powerless to resist his hyung’s huge, chocolate brown, doe-eyes sparkling up at him through those long lashes.) 

Jisung was sat at the granite kitchen island with the rest of 3racha, laughing a rich, hearty laugh that came from deep in his chest, when Minho abruptly stood up from the couch that he had sunk deep into whilst Felix had been absentmindedly massaging his feet. 

‘I’m going to the bathroom!’ He announced loudly, for seemingly no reason at all. 

The rest of the group turned to face him, narrowing their eyes suspiciously; they were wise to his tricks yet they let him continue the performance as he scuttled off to the ‘bathroom.’

Hyunjin came up behind Jisung and draped his arms around his shoulders, kissing the top of his head lightly. Jisung’s face split into a goofy grin that Changbin teased him boisterously about. They all sat in anticipation, waiting for Minho to return. 

He could be clearly heard clumsily kicking his bedroom door closed as he proceeded to shuffle down the hall, accompanied by a most unsettling rustling sound of cheap plastic packaging. 

When he re-entered, the seven others pretended their attention had been elsewhere, their acting ability was poor after a few drinks but all the same it was only a courtesy to Minho. He was practically glowing when the clearing of his throat directed the attention back to him. In his arms was a stack of plastic packages, each with an unidentifiable mound of fur inside it, all in various colours and patterns.

‘It’s time for gifts!’ Minho beamed. 

He paused a beat, getting his comedic timing just right as his friends regarded him dryly.

'Don't tell me you didn't bring anything for me?’ He gasped, acting melodramatically wounded.

‘Hyung,’ Seungmin piped up. 'It's Halloween. No one gives gifts for Halloween.’ 

Minho huffed. ‘I do.’

He began to walk around the space, handing out packages to each of the members one by one.

‘Don’t look!’ He exclaimed when Hyunjin started to pick at the sticky seal. 

Once everyone had their gift, he slouched against a wall and grandly spread his hands in front of him with a smug look on his face, indicating that they were allowed to unwrap them now.

A chorus of complaints started up, groans and sighs mixed with some laughter. 

'You've outdone yourself Minho hyung.’ Changbin chuckled and held up two fluffy tortoiseshell kitten ears with clips crudely hot-glued to the bottom. 

‘To be honest, I don't mind the mittens.’ Felix said, holding out his hands which were adorned with two sandy coloured paw mittens. ‘I always get cold hands.’ 

Somewhere above Jisung's head Hyunjin shrieked.

‘HYUNG?’ He squeaked incredulously.

‘Oh yeah,’ Minho said, all big boba eyes and feigned innocence. ‘The tails came as part of the set but .. well, you might have to try those on later.’ 

Jisung tugged at the fluffy black tail and held it at the tip between thumb and forefinger, on the other end a metal plug swung to and fro. He closed eyes and silently laughed, shaking his head in his disbelief. 

‘I thought it couldn't get worse than the slutty nun,’ Jeongin groaned. ‘But straight up kink gear? Hyung, you're deranged.’ 

His words might have been harsh but his cadence was somewhat endeared, Minho’s eccentricities were such an innate part of his irresistibly loveable personality it was impossible not to be at least a little charmed. 

Felix downed the last of some sticky pink cocktail and bapped the back of Jeongin’s head, where it was resting against the sofa, with a playful paw. 

‘I don't know, Jeonginnie.’ He giggled. ‘I think we might be able to get some use out of Minho hyung’s gift.’

The rest of the room erupted into groans and ‘ew’s.

‘Okay, time to cut Youngbok off.’ Changbin declared with a tipsy giggle, crossing the room to confiscate his cup.

The two got into a playful tussle that Seungmin stepped into, ferociously defending his roommate's honour. Definitely. That was his only motive, obviously. There was nothing in it for him, it was a selfless act. If he ended up headlocked in his (painfully obvious) crush’s bulky bicep, that was neither here nor there. 

Felix wriggled out of the tangle, victorious with his cup, leaving the ridiculously conspicuous, utterly clueless pair to their homoerotic playfight.

***

Inevitably, a few drinks later Minho had persuaded the group into their generously gifted outfits. They sat around, draped on the sofa, splayed across the floor, all rosy cheeks and unfocused eyes and uncontrolled laughter. 

Minho seemed to be loving it, snapping pictures to send in the groupchat when the morning rolled around. When seeing themselves decked out with kitty ears and fluffy paws and little collars with bells on in the cold, unforgiving light of day would feel much more embarrassing. 

The night drew on, crawling further and further up the walls, seeping into the room until the previously flowing river of conversation had run itself dry.

Chan’s weary head was nuzzled into the nook of Minho’s neck, Seungmin and Changbin were almost visibly static with the tense electricity of the anticipation that they might be invited to the other’s apartment for the night, yet both afraid to be the one to ask. 

Predictably it was Jeongin and Felix who left first. It had not gone unnoticed that Felix was practically dry humping his boyfriend’s leg on the sofa and exchanging very shameless half whispers. 

‘I better get this one home.’ Jeongin broke through the lazy atmosphere with the fond, teasing comment. 

‘Which home?’ Seungmin blurted out too quickly. 

Jeongin narrowed his foxlike eyes at his friend. 

‘My home. It looks like Channie hyung isn't going anywhere tonight.’ 

The response was a sleepy mumble and a feeble thumbs up from the elder, from where he was melting into his smiling boyfriend. 

Seungmin shot a quick glance at Changbin, obviously hoping the news of his empty apartment would be invitation enough. 

‘Do you want to-’

He was cut off.

‘Yeah, yep, yeah.’ Changbin blustered, tripping over the words. 

Jisung chuckled and looked down at the pretty boy whose head was lolled back in his lap, body slouched lazily into the rug, long fingers playing with the silver guitar pick that dangled from the chain around Jisung’s neck. How glad he was to be past those awkward days, he smiled down at Hyunjin and was rewarded with the fondest upside down, lopsided grin. 

‘Sounds like my apartment will be empty.’ He said softly, to Jisung only. 

Jisung sighed, contemplating.

‘And my room will be empty. I’m so tired, can we just stay here?’

Hyunjin opened his mouth into a scandalised O shape.

'You don't want to fuck me on the kitchen countertops all night?’ He teased. 

‘I heard that.’ Changbin, who was clearly not so caught up in his puppy love as to miss his housemate’s transgression, pointed an accusing finger at Hyunjin. ‘You better be joking.’

The pair on the floor beamed at him, wide grins that were maybe meant to be disarming yet were anything but. 

‘Of course we are, hyung.’ They sing-songed in unison, utterly unconvincingly. 

Changbin scowled at them but turned his attention to the eager puppy, now tugging at his sleeve. He wrapped his coat around him and headed for the door. 

Two by two everyone faded out of the living room, either home or into Minho’s bedroom, until only Hyunjin and Jisung were left sprawled on the shaggy rug in the moonlight. 

Jisung propped his hands behind him and leant back, closing his eyes and tipping his head back. It was peaceful. He loved his friends but he was an introvert with a capital I and after having his space bustling with so much energy and noise for so long, the silent moment with his sweet boy in his lap was appreciated. 

He knew Hyunjin was letting him float away into the stillness for a little, knowing how needed these few breaths of calm were for him. After a few moments, though, he shifted and pressed a kiss into Jisung's inner thigh, over the fabric of his trousers.

Jisung turned his attention back to his boyfriend as he sat up with his legs curled under him, leaning forward on his hands and blinking sleepily at him a few inches from his face. 

Closing the distance between them, Jisung placed a soft kiss on Hyunjin’s plush lips. He tasted like wine and the faintest hint of garlic that lingered from the dinner they had shared before the party. It was comforting, Hyunjin tasted like home and he couldn't help but press a second kiss deeper against him. Then another. And another. 

Slipping his wet tongue through his chapped lips to get a better taste of Hyunjin’s mouth was too irresistible and it pulled a sweet, breathy moan out of Hyunjin that slid through both of their sets of lips and down Jisung’s throat. He pulled his boyfriend’s slim body into his lap, cradling him and licking down gently into his mouth. Their breathing quickened, shallowing out.

Pulling away, Hyunjin's hazy eyes found Jisung's.

‘You know you could still fuck me on the counter. If we kept really quiet. They seemed really sleepy.’ He nodded up the hall to Minho’s room that had already fallen dead silent, then looked back at Jisung with his best bedroom eyes.

A giggle escaped Jisung's mouth and Hyunjin looked at him, puzzled and slightly offended. 

‘I- I’m sorry.’ Jisung sputtered, trying to contain himself.

Hyunjin huffed and furrowed his thick brows. 

‘It’s just,’ Jisung reached out a hand and batted the fluffy ear still clipped into Hyunjin’s hair. 'You're trying to seduce me dressed as a catboy.’ 

‘It’s not working?’ Hyunjin pouted. 

‘Oh my baby, don't look at me like that! I just can’t take you seriously.’ Jisung jingled the little bell around Hyunjin's throat with another stifled laugh. 

Sitting back on his heels Hyunjin regarded him thoughtfully, eyes roaming over the ears and collar still adorning Jisung too. So at odds with his scruffy band tee and guitar pick necklace.

‘I don't know,’ he hummed. 'Don't you think it's kinda .. hot?’ 

Jisung was dumbfounded, he raised one eyebrow.

‘Hot? Really?’ He huffed. 

‘A little.’ Hyunjin insisted. ‘I think you make a very pretty kitten.’

He leant in and pressed an open mouthed kiss into Jisung’s jaw. Fuck. He was pretty convincing. Or Jisung was pretty weak willed. Or just down horrendous for his gorgeous boyfriend. Most likely all three. 

‘I- I’m starting to get it.’ Jisung stuttered. 

Hyunjin ran his long, bony fingers over Jisung’s crotch, feeling the growing bulge there. 

'You're so easy.’ He grinned, squeezing lightly. Jisung groaned, deep and low. 

***

They stumbled towards Jisung's room, attached at the mouth; a tangle of greedy hands groping at whatever soft flesh they could find and slicked lips chasing each other messily. Hyunjin grabbed something off the coffee table but Jisung was so drunk on his lips that he didn't register the quick, sly movement.

Hyunjin’s back slammed into Jisung's half open bedroom door as the latter's hot body pushed him through it. He kicked it shut behind them with no regard for his sleeping friends a few doors away down the hall. Nobody else in the world existed in that moment, no housemates to disturb, no one and nothing but Hyunjin panting hotly into his mouth and shoving his hands under his shirt - sweeping over the tattoo beneath and kneading greedily into the soft, plush flesh of his hips. 

‘Fuck.’ Jisung gasped. ‘I need to bend you over and make you see God right now.’

He knotted his hand in the back of Hyunjin’s hair, he had liked it short but he was so glad to have enough to tug on again. He squeezed his fist, pulling Hyunjin’s face away from his, enough to start mouthing down his neck, sucking light pink marks that would fade by morning into his skin. 

‘I have ah-’ Hyunjin was cut off by a sharp gasp. ‘I have a better plan.’ He finally managed. 

Jisung pulled back and frowned at him.

‘Better than me burying myself in your guts and fucking until you can’t form a single human thought?’ 

A sly grin split Hyunjin’s face as he pulled a hand out from behind his back, dangling the tail he had swiped from the table in his hand. Jisung reeled.

‘Baby, I wasn't kidding. You make such a pretty kitten.’ His tongue darted out across his lower lip, leaving it shining in the milky moonlight. 'And doesn't my kitty deserve a cute tail too?’ 

He looked divine standing there, hopeful eyes gleaming with desire. His face was flushed, pillowy lips red and wet. There was no way on this earth Jisung could've said no to him, even if he wanted to. 

‘Fine.’ He relented, staring at the beautiful boy before him through half lidded eyes. 

Hyunjin practically started giggling and kicking his feet as he dragged his boyfriend to the bed, hand wrapped around his wrist. 

He pushed Jisung down into the mattress and pounced on top of him, catlike in his own movements. He started working his mouth across Jisung’s salty, honey coloured skin; hitching his shirt off so he could suckle lightly at his collarbone, fingers deftly unfastening his trousers and slipping them off his hips in time with his tongue lapping out and along his stomach, towards the soft spray of dark hair that trailed downwards. 

The warm, heavy weight of Jisung’s hard cock pressed into his cheek as it sprung free of his underwear and Hyunjin nuzzled against it lightly, rubbing his cheek against the soft skin. Huffing out something between a moan and a laugh Jisung stroked his hair. 

‘You don't even have to try, do you? This just comes naturally to you.’

In response Hyunjin let out a low purr and softly licked a stripe up Jisung’s pulsing length, earning a soft, breathy ‘fuck’ from him. 

He couldn't quite say why but the room seemed to start to swim around Jisung, maybe he could put it down to his low alcohol tolerance but he knew how to pace himself and he should be barely tipsy by now. More likely it was the way his boyfriend was pushing the undersides of his thighs back, lapping softly down towards his hole, vibrations from the little purrs he let out spreading heat through his stomach. Hyunjin patted the underside of his thighs impatiently and Jisung grabbed one in each hand whilst his boyfriend pulled his ass forward, spreading him and presenting him proudly. 

‘So pretty.’ Hyunjin murmured to himself with reverence, pulling back to observe the scene. Jisung's tight, pink hole slicked with the drool that had spilled off Hyunjin’s tongue, hard cock hot and heavy, drooling precum onto his soft tummy. 

When Hyunjin dove back in and started eagerly eating him, Jisung cried out. His long, precise tongue lapped at his entrance greedily as Hyunjin messily salivated all over him, making his fingers grip so tightly into the back of his trembling thighs that he was sure it would bruise. 

Between licking and sucking at his rim, Hyunjin slowly started working a finger into him, alongside his tongue. It took a little pressure, even through the slick mess, before his hole swallowed it with a pop. Finally Hyunjin came up for air, chin dripping, eyes wild.

He leant over Jisung, taking a little pressure off his legs, as he worked a long finger in and out of him.

'You're so tight, kitty.’ He smirked. 

Jisung mewled as the finger inside him hooked into the most sensitive spot, sending bolts of heat searing through him.

‘See, listen to those sweet noises. My perfect little kitten.’ Hyunjin cooed proudly. 

Jisung lay there, stomach rising and falling quickly, head thrown back. He could feel the lacy black collar digging into his neck, hear the bell jingle lightly at each particularly jolting thrust inside him. As a second slender finger was pushed inside him he pressed his cheek into the pillow and whined. He felt one of his kitty ears shift amongst his tousled hair.

After a taking a little time to work his boyfriend open around his fingers, Hyunjin leant over and reached into the drawer in Jisung’s bedside table; one of the little intimacies that come with a loving, medium term relationship is knowing where the lube is kept at each other's houses.

‘Are you ready for your tail kitty?’ He asked sweetly.

In response Jisung let out another little mewl, accompanied by a subtle nod. 

With one final deep thrust Hyunjin slid his fingers back out of his boyfriend and picked up the tail. The plug wasn't small but it wasn't big either, pretty standard size; expected of some sort of off brand Amazon sex shop. 

‘Tell me if it hurts, okay?’ He reminded Jisung gently as he pumped a generous amount of lube onto his hole and lined up the cold metal. 

‘Deep breath.’ He instructed. Jisung breathed in, slow and steady. As he blew the breath out evenly, Hyunjin pressed the plug firmly into him. 

He was so slicked up with lube and drool that the stretch only stung for a moment at the widest part, once it was inside and he felt himself close around the base a warm, dull ache rushed in before dissipating into a deliciously full sensation. He let out a satisfied moan and Hyunjin glowed.

Jisung let his legs fall, adjusting to the fluffy feeling between his cheeks, he wiggled a little.

‘It feels nice.’ He observed. 

‘I knew it would.’ Hyunjin rubbed soothing circles over Jisung’s lower stomach. ‘Now let me see my kitty.’

Helping Jisung to his knees, he put out his hand to smooth one of his ears. Jisung closed his eyes and smiled under the attention. 

Hyunjin licked his lips. He started petting between the two fuzzy ears and Jisung let out a low purr. Hyunjin’s cock twitched. 

‘Fuck.’ He breathed. ‘Why are you so hot?’ 

A grin split Jisung’s face as he looked up through his lashes. 

‘Show me your tail.’ Hyunjin meant to sound commanding, instead it came out begging.

‘This is turning you on so much isn't it?' 

Hyunjin nodded, he wasn't denying it.

As he sat up to present his tail, Jisung stole a kiss. 

'My little freak.’ He murmured lovingly against Hyunjin’s lips. 

‘You knew this.’ Hyunjin murmured back, softly laughing and reaching his hand out to find the soft fur of Jisung’s tail. 

It was a strange sensation, Hyunjin stroking his tail, but Jisung thought he liked it. The gentle pets shifted the plug inside him a little and he found himself pushing his hips back into the touch. Hyunjin hummed, watching the needy movements.

He gently tugged at the tail once and Jisung moaned, low and breathy. Obviously enjoying the reaction he tugged again, pulling another soft moan out of him.

Jisung turned back to him, wriggling out of his clutches.

'But where's your tail, little kitty?’ He asked all of a sudden.

Feigning surprise Hyunjin twisted, trying to catch a glimpse of where his tail ‘should’ be.

‘Is it not there?’ He blinked up at Jisung. ‘I think you ought to check.’

His boyfriend smirked. Hyunjin might not be subtle but he was so pretty it didn't matter. 

Hyunjin tipped onto his hands and knees, grasping Jisung's tail for one last tug as he made his way behind him, pulling another needy mewl out of his boyfriend.

Pressing soft kisses into the slope of Hyunjin’s lower back, exposed between where his t-shirt had ridden up and where his waistband was being tugged down, Jisung purred against his skin, lolling his tongue out for another deep kiss, tasting his skin. Hyunjin shivered at the wet warmth on a part of his body Jisung knew was especially sensitive. Jisung bared his boyfriend’s perky little ass in one swoop and gently bit the supple skin, making him yelp. 

He hummed. 

‘No tail.’ He confirmed.

‘L-look closer.’ Hyunjin stuttered into the sheets.

Biting his lip at desperation dripping from those words, Jisung complied with the request. He massaged Hyunjin’s soft ass, spreading him open and going a touch dizzy at the sight of his puffy little hole. He ran his finger lightly from Hyunjin's tailbone, all the way over his rim, feeling him tense and relax under his touch. He pressed the pad of his finger gently into it and hummed again. 

‘Nope. A kitty with no tail, how strange.’ He paused, peppering still another gentle kiss into Hyunjin’s skin. ‘Kitty with the yummiest little hole though.

He dipped his face into Hyunjin’s ass and pressed a drooly kiss against it, making him twitch and mewl pathetically into the bed. He lapped and sucked at him a little until he felt an arm waving near his head. Incapacitated to speak through his whines, Hyunjin was trying to get his boyfriend’s attention with the bottle of lube. Jisung bit back a laugh at his demanding princess. 

‘Okay, needy baby.’ He cooed. Hyunjin whined high and long ‘I know, I know.’ Jisung soothed, pumping lube into his hand and spreading it over his length and Hyunjin’s entrance. 

No matter how many times he breached his boyfriend’s hole, he felt just as lightheaded as he did the very first time he felt his warmth engulf him. Grabbing his ass he started to set a steady pace.

Jisung bent over, planting one arm on the mattress and bottoming out. He let his breath tickle the back of Hyunjin’s neck as he moved deeply inside of him, before grabbing a fistful of his silky dark hair. 

‘You feel so fucking good.’ He groaned under his breath.

As he picked up his pace, both of the bells around their throats started to jingle in unison. The plug shifted inside him each time Hyunjin's ass slammed into his lower stomach and the soft tail brushed the backs of his legs. It felt so good .. too good.

He started panting, rutting greedily into the wet heat engulfing him. 

As if reading his mind (or more likely, recognising the signs of his boyfriend nearing his climax) Hyunjin wriggled an arm underneath himself and started stroking his own heavy cock, where it had been hanging and drooling out a steady string of precum. 

The room filled with loud moans and whimpers and the sound of skin on skin; lewd, slick noises echoing off the walls at each deep thrust. The cacophony built and built and then Jisung was crying out, buckling, legs shaking as he spilled ropes of hot cum inside his boyfriend; his boyfriend who was frantically whining and wringing his hand around his own cock as he started spurting cum into the sheets. Not caring about the mess he was making, he desperately milked every last drop out of himself as Jisung’s hips started to stutter and slow.

The pair collapsed into each other’s arms, Hyunjin's wrecked hole leaking an unforgiving stream of cum. But they laid in the wet patches, all the cooling puddles of cum and drool and lube in the world couldn't bother them as they tangled their limbs and caught their breath together. The sweet taste of each other’s sweat, breath mingling on their tongues as they kissed; slow, messy, open mouthed kisses that filled the room once more with slick sounds.

***

The couple managed to shower, using every last dreg of energy they could muster to huddle under the warm water and clean each other gently. When they got back to the bedroom, communicating mostly through sleepy grunts, they pushed the soiled sheets onto the floor and wrapped a big fluffy blanket around the both of them. Damp, naked bodies pressed up against each other, skin on skin, body heat being passed between them in the cocoon of the blanket. 

Jisung pressed a soft kiss into Hyunjin’s cheekbone.

‘I love you, my kitty.’ He murmured.

‘Love you.’ Hyunjin mumbled back, barely awake.

Then, a couple of seconds later, ‘Kitty.’

***

Epilogue 

[Feral Children GC]

Felix 

rise and shine chat. 

Chan

Shhhh.

Felix  

wdym ‘shh’ just turn your phone off.

Chan 

Shhhhhhhhh. 

Minho

He has a little headache, don't mind his grouchiness. 

Jeongin

how did u sleep hyung?

Felix

good thank u ^-^ 

Jeongin

yeah i could surmise that from you snoring in my ear all night

Jeongin

dumbass 

Jeongin

(lovingly) 

Minho

So thoughts, feelings, opinions on this year’s gifts? Hit me.

Felix

10/10, you outdid yourself hyung - mittens are cosy, plug is a very comfortable size

Changbin 

Do not give me your TMI

Jeongin 

LIX ?!!?

Jisung

yeah, gross lix

Minho

Oh do not give me that Han Jisung

Changbin

???

Felix 

???

Jeongin

???

Jisung

yah??

Seungmin

???

Minho

Morning Seungmin.

Minho

I can say with certainty that Jisung and Hyunjin liked my Halloween gift this year very much 😸

Jisung

once again: yah??

Hyunjin

…

Chan

What

Chan

Wait ..

Seungmin

take your time hyung

Chan

I was just through the wall .. 🫩

Jisung

sorry channie hyung

Jisung 

meow? 🫣

Hyunjin

meowww :3

Chan

Lee Minho you will pay for this.