A New Addition To The Family.

The villa buzzed with a newfound energy, a playful chaos brought about a tiny, fluffy intruder. Seongho, his face alight with excitement, welcomed Mangchi back from his check-up, the little cat tumbling out of his carrier and straight into Seongho's arms.

"Mangchi, you little cutie! I missed you so much!" Seongho cooed, burying his face in the cat's soft fur.

Tahiti, ever the observant friend, chuckled, "Seems like he's already claimed you."

But the moment of pure joy was interrupted by Junseong's stern voice echoing from the study. "Please keep it down, I'm on a conference call."

Seongho, with a sheepish grin, carried Mangchi to the living room, Tahiti following close behind with a bag brimming with cat supplies. "Everything you need is here and don't worry I already adopted him for you,it seemed he was a stray cat," she said, her smile warm.

Seongho's eyes widened. "You're the best, Tahiti!"

Tahiti winked. "Just making sure Mangchi is well-equipped for his new home." She handed Seongho the bag, which was filled with a rainbow of cat toys and treats. "I got him some feather wands, a catnip-filled mouse, and a scratching post with a built-in catnip dispenser. And for treats, I picked up some salmon-flavored snacks and a few catnip-infused cookies."

Mangchi, a whirlwind of playful energy, explored his new surroundings, batting at toys and pouncing on imaginary prey. He was especially drawn to the feather wand, his tail twitching with excitement as he chased the dangling feathers.

Junseong's voice, now a serious monotone, filled the villa. "...and our quarterly projections indicate a 15% increase in sales..."

Seongho, unable to contain his amusement, snickered, his eyes twinkling as he played with Mangchi.

Tahiti, ever the perceptive one, whispered, "I think Junseong's going to be a while."

Seongho nodded, making silly faces at Mangchi, who responded with a playful swat.

But Mangchi's presence, though initially welcomed, soon became a source of distraction. Twenty minutes into the call, the little cat, in a burst of feline curiosity, jumped onto the coffee table, knocking over a vase.

Seongho gasped, rushing to clean up the mess, his heart pounding.

Junseong's voice, laced with frustration, echoed through the villa. "Can someone please keep the noise level down?"

Seongho, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, apologized, "Sorry, Junseong! Mangchi's excited!"

Tahiti, ever the peacemaker, chuckled, "I think Mangchi's already taken over."

Junseong's dry response followed, "Apparently."

Seongho, trying to regain control, whispered to Mangchi, "You're making Daddy Junseong grumpy."

Mangchi, oblivious to the chaos he'd caused, purred innocently, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

The conference call continued, a symphony of business jargon punctuated by Mangchi's playful meows. Junseong's colleagues, initially unaware of the feline interloper, soon caught on, their laughter echoing through the villa.

"Junseong, what's the plan for the marketing campaign?" a voice asked.

Junseong, his voice calm but his eyes betraying a hint of amusement, replied, "We'll focus on social media and influencer partnerships."

Mangchi, seizing the opportunity for another round of chaos, meowed loudly, his voice a sharp contrast to the professional tone of the call.

Seongho, unable to contain his laughter, burst out, "Sorry, Junseong!"

Junseong, a flicker of a smile playing on his lips, replied, "Sorry, everyone. Just a minor distraction."

The hour-long conference call finally ended, leaving Junseong visibly drained.

Tahiti, sensing the tension, bid farewell, "I think I will leave you three to bond. See you later," she said, waving as she left the villa.

Seongho, his smile wide, waved goodbye, his eyes sparkling with a newfound warmth.

Junseong, his face etched with relief, walked into the living room, his gaze falling on Seongho and Mangchi, a picture of domestic bliss.

"We're a family now," Seongho declared, his voice brimming with happiness.

Junseong, his expression softening, sat beside them, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

Mangchi, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, stretched, nuzzling Seongho's hand.

Seongho grinned, "Mangchi loves you too, Junseong."

Junseong, his gaze lingering on Mangchi, replied, "I think Mangchi agrees ."

The villa, once filled with the echoes of business calls, now resonated with Mangchi's playful meows, a soundtrack to their newfound family.

Seongho, leaning back, Mangchi still on his lap, watched as Junseong relaxed, a sense of peace settling over him.

"Mangchi's got a calming effect on you, huh?" Seongho teased, his voice laced with amusement.

Junseong, opening one eye, a hint of amusement in his gaze, replied, "Maybe."

Mangchi, sensing the shift in attention, jumped onto Junseong's lap, his purr a soft rumble.

Seongho, unable to contain his laughter, exclaimed, "Looks like Mangchi's claimed you too!"

Junseong, his expression softening, stroked Mangchi's fur, his eyes meeting Seongho's.

"I think we're both claimed," Junseong said, his voice low and husky.

Seongho's heart skipped a beat, his cheeks flushing at the implication.

The warmth in Junseong's eyes sent a shiver down his spine, a spark of something new igniting between them.

Mangchi, nestled in the warmth of Junseong's lap, purred contentedly, oblivious to the unspoken tension that filled the air.

The three sat in comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company, the villa bathed in the golden light of the setting sun.

Seongho, leaning over, gently brushed Junseong's hair, his touch lingering.

Junseong's eyes met Seongho's, a spark of connection passing between them.

"Mangchi's brought us good luck," Seongho whispered, his voice barely audible.

Junseong's gaze lingered on Seongho's, his expression unreadable.

"Maybe," Junseong replied, his voice a soft murmur.

The air crackled with unspoken emotions, their faces inches apart.

Mangchi, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, meowed, breaking the spell.

Seongho, chuckling, sat back, his heart still racing.

Junseong, clearing his throat, focused on Mangchi, his gaze avoiding Seongho's.

Seongho, aware of the shift in their dynamic, knew their relationship was evolving, a new chapter unfolding before them.

Mangchi, sensing the change, curled up between them, a furry bridge connecting them.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the villa, they sat together, the silence no longer awkward but comforting.

Seongho smiled, knowing Mangchi had brought them closer, a catalyst for something new.

Forty minutes later, Seongho stood up, stretching. "Dinner time!"

Junseong, placing Mangchi on the couch, nodded. "I'll order something."

Seongho, heading to the kitchen to take out the dishes, agreed.

Mangchi, ever the shadow, followed, weaving between their legs, his purr a constant hum.

Seongho chuckled, "Mangchi's hungry!"

Junseong, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, replied, "You're spoiling him."

Seongho grinned, "He's worth it."

Their dinner arrived, a feast for the senses. Seongho and Mangchi, sharing the floor, ate with gusto while Junseong, perched at the dining table, watched with amusement.

Mangchi, ever the beggar, begged for scraps, entertaining them with his antics.

Seongho, unable to resist his charm, laughed, "Mangchi, you're such a beggar!"

Junseong, rolling his eyes, replied, "But You're encouraging him."

Seongho shrugged, "What can I say? He's adorable."

Junseong, raising an eyebrow, teased, "You're going to turn him into a little monster."

Seongho, mock-offended, replied, "Mangchi? Never!"

Mangchi, as if agreeing, meowed, his voice a soft purr.

After dinner, Seongho cleared the table, his movements efficient.

Junseong, retreating to his study, focused on work, his expression serious.

Seongho, settling in to watch TV, let Mangchi curl up beside him, the warmth of the cat a comforting presence.

Seongho, laughing at a comedy show, relaxed into the moment.

Junseong, his head poking out of the study, said, "Can you keep it down?"

Seongho, apologizing, said, "Sorry!"

Mangchi, stretching, stood up, his movements graceful.

Seongho, yawning, said, "Bedtime."

Junseong, nodding, replied, "Finally."

Seongho, carrying Mangchi to his bed, tucked the cat in, whispering, "Don't worry, I'll protect you from Daddy Junseong's grumpiness."

Mangchi, purring contentedly, snuggled into his bed.

Seongho, turning off the lights, watched as Junseong, still working in his study, remained illuminated.

Seongho, walking into the study, teased, "Still working, Daddy Junseong?"

Junseong, looking up, his expression unreadable, replied, "Yes."

Seongho, laughing, said, "You need to relax."

Junseong, raising an eyebrow, replied, "You're one to talk."

Seongho, shrugging, said, "I relax through art."

Junseong, nodding, replied, "And spoiling Mangchi."

Seongho, grinning, replied, "Guilty."

Junseong, returning to his work, invited Seongho to sit beside him.

They sat in silence, the only sound the gentle hum of the villa.

Seongho, picking up his sketchbook, began sketching Junseong, his movements fluid and graceful.

Junseong, glancing over, caught a glimpse of the sketch, but Seongho, quickly hiding his sketchbook, flushed red.

Junseong, raising an eyebrow, asked, "What were you drawing?"

Seongho, his cheeks burning, stammered, "Nothing."

Junseong's gaze lingered on the sketchbook, his expression unreadable.

Seongho, quickly tucking it away, felt a surge of anxiety.

Junseong, returning to his work, left Seongho to his thoughts.

Seongho, leaning back, watched Junseong, his heart pounding.

"Mangchi's already asleep," Seongho said, his voice soft.

Junseong, nodding, continued working.

Seongho, standing up, stretched, his movements languid.

"I'm going to bed," he said, his voice laced with a hint of longing.

Junseong, looking up, met Seongho's gaze.

"Goodnight," Junseong said, his voice a low rumble.

Seongho, smiling, replied, "Goodnight, Junseong."

Seongho, walking out of the study, felt a sense of comfort, a warmth spreading through him.

Junseong's gaze followed him, his expression unreadable.

Seongho's smile lingered, a beacon of hope in the quiet villa.

Junseong, his expression softening, returned to his work, his thoughts filled with Seongho.

The villa grew quiet as Seongho drifted off to sleep, Mangchi nestled beside him, a furry guardian.

Junseong, working late, his mind filled with the events of the day, found himself drawn to Seongho's sketchbook, left behind on the bedside table.

Curiosity got the better of him, and he opened it, his breath catching in his throat.

A sketch of him, captured in Seongho's artistic vision.

His expression softened, his heart beating faster.

Seongho's artistic side, his hidden talent, captivated him.

But why draw him?

The question lingered in his mind, a whisper of something more.

He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, Seongho's soft breathing filling the room, a comforting rhythm.

The room they shared, a silent testament to their evolving relationship.

His gaze drifted to Seongho's sketchbook, left open on his bedside table, a silent invitation.

He picked it up, turning the pages, each sketch a window into Seongho's soul.

A smile played on his lips, a warmth spreading through him.

He closed the sketchbook, his heart filled with a sense of wonder.

The night passed calmly, the villa bathed in the soft glow of the moon, a silent witness to their unspoken connection.

Junseong, his heart filled with a newfound hope, drifted off to sleep, his dreams filled with the image of Seongho's smile, a promise of something more, something beautiful.