There's an explosion in Wonwoo's head that makes him momentarily dizzy. The thin arm that was hanging loosely on the door hung limply, his eyes suddenly widened. Each image in his memory appeared in front of him one by one, as if he were watching a roll of old yellowish-tinted film made up of thousands of pictures stacked on top of one another, and suddenly, after grazing the hammock a few times, the pictures gradually became clear, and then became complete short films. The boy Soonyoung saw, the orange-haired boy with the cap calling himself Joshua, or the neighbor's nephew... He reached up and touched his dry lips. Turns out, so far, they are not the same person. Come to think of it, he was too hasty in concluding that the person Soonyoung saw and the nephew mentioned by the neighbors were once without any solid evidence, and because of such lack of thinking, gradually this conclusion took the opportunity to ingrained in the subconscious area, making all his future thoughts stem from this hypothesis.

So who is he, that Joshua?

The image of the cat he's been raising and cherishing for a whole month pops up in his mind, and from Wonwoo's flowing memories, Jeonghan's words this morning also appear, like hypnosis, resounding over and over again. He was silent for a moment, then vigorously shook his head. This helps Wonwoo get most of the heaviness out, at least he thinks so. Slowly, he took a deep breath.

After controlling all the mess in his mind, Wonwoo immediately turned on his phone, quickly looked up a name in the contact list, whole body was shaking. A few seconds later, someone on the other end picked up the phone. Without letting the other person say anything, he quickly snatched the words, his voice panicking:

- Junhui, what is the phone number of the person who called you yesterday?

There was silence on the other side for a few seconds, seemingly trying to figure out what he was saying. But very soon, the other person gently asked:

- Joshua?

After confirming, Wonwoo was immediately read out a sequence of numbers, somehow familiar, but he couldn't remember whose number it was? After repeating it in his head a few times to memorize it, he frantically thanked the other person and hung up. But as soon as he placed his finger on the keypad of the phone, a feeling of hesitation and restlessness came over him. Wonwoo purses his lips. He still pressed the call button.At that moment, the phone rang from behind, through the wooden door, straight to the ear. Like an awakening after an alarm, Wonwoo realizes. That's your home phone number. It is worth mentioning here that, just then, there is a heavy sound: the sound of metal slamming against the floor.

It didn't take another second for him to burst into the house.

- Joshua!!!! -At this moment, you really don't know which Joshua you are calling. Whether it was his little kitten or the handsome handsome man, he still felt a surge of anxiety in his heart. But as soon as he entered, the scene in front of him caused the phone in his hand to fall to the ground.

The boy he met yesterday at the Chinese cafe was standing there, his hands are still hanging in the air.

With two cat ears on his head.

***

Joshua has always felt how scary this silence was, so all the hairs on his body stood up, his eyelashes lowered, melancholy mixed with fear, and did not dare to look at the person sitting in front of. His hands were confusedly wisted together, his chest thumping violently. He really wanted to bite his tongue to death now, rather than endure the current situation, especially before someone else's sharp gaze. 

After picking up the phone, Wonwoo was completely expressionless, very casually went straight to the kitchen to make him a cup of pink milk tea, then invited him to sit on the sofa, sitting on the chair himself. opposite single. The time after that he spent looking at him, completely unblinking, not even moving, as if he were examining every pore of Joshua. This made him panic to the point of turning pale, but he couldn't do anything else, only instinctively crouching,  arms wrapped around his knees. He is now really wanting to burting into tear, hoping Wonwoo isn't mad at him. But if Wonwoo's mad at him, what can he does?? Wouldn't that mean that all his hard work so far would be wasted?

...Joshua was sure an hour had passed. While wondering whether he should turn back into the catform, suddenly Wonwoo's voice raises:

- Joshua-nim

Being called by his name in that warm, masculine voice, Joshua jumped, his cat ears drooping and standing up. He jumped to his feet and shouted like a primary school student receiving attendance: "Yes!?"

Wonwoo purses his lips, eyebrows furrowing.

 Can't laugh, must stop laughing, can't laugh, but it's so cute...

- Could you please explain to me what's going on here?

Earlier, when Joshua was caught, he was wearing nothing but Wonwoo's uniform sweater, his hands still freeze in the air, his cat ears standing up and his brown eyes wide in surprise. At his feet, Wonwoo's box of mint chocolate chips has been opened, small paper-wrapped candies strewn on the floor. So enough to understand what happened.

Now, seeing Joshua's embrassing face that he was showing, he suddenly felt heartache, and also felt uncomfortable. The nimble area of the brain has an urge to do something to make this beautiful person smile. He thought of a way to reassure him, so he curled his lips into a small smile, trying to be as gentle as possible and said:

- Mr. Joshua, can you tell who you are?

Pausing for a moment to think, he tried to analyze more clearly:

- After all, who are you? The one who sang last night? The one who was in your neighbor's house when Soonyoung passed by? Or are you the...

Joshua takes a deep breath, then gathers up his courage, his clear brown eyes looking straight at Wonwoo:

- I am your cat, Wonwoo. And I am also the other two.

Although he could have foreseen this hypothesis that he always thought was absurd, but hearing it with his own ears, he still did not believe it, so he put all those thoughts on his face. Joshua looked at Wonwoo's stiff, somewhat amused face, and quickly explained:

- The day that boy with narrow eyes saw me, I was in your house, in the form of a person like this. I didn't know how, so I lied to you that I was your cousin. Yesterday it was you who sang, and you are also my cat.

"So..." Wonwoo nodded to show he understood, his throat dry as he swallowed a sip of green tea. A little shy blinked at him, then asked directly - Can you prove it?

- Yes! - Wonwoo immediately heard a small "pop", immediately, white smoke came out from nowhere, rising into many thick clusters, filling all of his vision. Wonwoo hastily covers his mouth and nose, one hand working hard to drive away it but it doesn't bring much of a result. However, very quickly, a few seconds later the smoke automatically dispersed, and a figure appeared: on the single sofa - where the cat-eared boy was sitting with his knees bent with that confused face - was a dog. The cute orange-haired cat was so familiar, its big brown eyes blinked at him. The corner of Wonwoo's mouth unconsciously curls up.

"poop" again, a beautyful person appeared again, excitedly said to Wonwoo: "There, did you believe it?"

"Yes, of course, I do," Wonwoo replied, the smile on his lips softening even more. "But brother, how did you go to the cafe yesterday?

Joshua suddenly put on an attentive expression, his small face lowered so that the soft dark orange hairs fell down on his high forehead, but even so, it did not cover his slightly red cheeks. Joshua cleared his throat a few times, then, as if trying to keep himself calm, he crossed his arms over his chest, and slowly began to explain: "It's like this. Wonwoo, yesterday you said you'd come home early with me, right?"

Wonwoo noded, restraining himself from thinking that Joshua is like a wife sulking over her husband.

"After that, I went back half an hour past the time."  Joshua scratched his left cheek with his clipped cat claws. "So, I was worried something bad happened to you, so I rushed over there. I have a friend in your group, but sorry, I can't reveal my identity." He smiled. "He didn't tell me when you'll be back, but just helped me know where you were, and then helped me hire a taxi and asked the owner to lend me his guitar. He told me that if anyone dared, hurt me, just punch him in the face"

Wonwoo coughs lightly. Could it be that person...

"As for clothes, I know well where you keep all the stuff you never use, so I quickly found a T-shirt that was still in the box and put it on, including a pair of jeans.Fortunately, the pants fit snugly, but the shirt is quite large." Speaking of this, Joshua looked at the oversized long sleeves on his body, sighed, "In the end, I don't understand why I was forced to sing again, even though it was because I wanted to... In the end, since I finished singing the song I also relized that you may have found out that I wasn't at home at that time, so I called a taxi to go home as soon as you left, but I didn't have time to dry my shirt or put it away, so I sneaked into the house and left it where it was... drenched... I'm really sorry..."

Wonwoo shakes his head to show it's okay. It's understandable that he didn't notice this. Everything he didn't wear was kept in a separate drawer, at the bottom, almost never opened. He breathed a sigh of relief. That's it, everything has become clear, in his body and mind, he suddenly feels so relieved.

- Ah - He suddenly remembered something - Can you tell me, why do you live with me? I mean... you could totally be adopted, with that cute face...

- I need your help, to achieve a goal that I probably have to live my whole life, but can't achieve yet. - The cat's ears dropped with a mournful eyes  - I want to confess to a person Wonwoo-ah, even if I have to die, I have to say it.

The smile on his mouth faltered, feeling like something had just punctured his lungs, making his chest ache. Wonwoo involuntarily put his hand on his left chest, breathing hard. How painful, the heart is like lying on a giant clamp, clamped under cold iron bars. Painful and throbbing. But very soon, he replied to him with a smile, a sorrowful smile:

- What can I do for you?

Joshua's shoulders slumped, thin and weak, making him just want to hug his whole body with a look like he could collapse at any moment into his arms and comfort him. But sadly. His nails dug into the warm palm of his hand. He is not allowed to

- Please feed me, until I completely get rid of this cat class. You're the only one I can ask for help!!

And you, the only one who makes my heart bruised