Oh Sehun. 

That was the only thing Sehun knew about himself. Besides, his age and birthday. That's all his creator told him. That's all the creator said he needed to know. Sehun was an obedient boy. Maybe that's why his creator kept him around, even though Sehun was considered a failure.

Sehun wasn't born this way. Not at all. He was a normal boy, with normal dreams and hopes until they all got snatched away when his mother sold him off to a scientist. The scientist was trying to find a medicine enabling him to shapeshift.

He failed over and over again, his last failure being Sehun. After that, Sehun was on his own. He spent the last 6 years roaming the streets, hiding and scavenging. It was only the past month when he found Jongin's apartment (but he didn't know the name of the person who lived there.)

In another person's eyes, Sehun was stealing. But Sehun never went to school, no one taught him what was good or what was bad. So in Sehun's mind, Jongin was a nice person letting him take food. I mean, no one is that oblivious that they don't hear Sehun jumping in through a window and passing right over them. That's what Sehun thought, so he was very surprised when the nice man tied him up in a rope and made him sit on the couch.

"What's your name?!"

Sehun flinched at his loud tone. Sehun was convinced that when ever someone raised their voice, something very bad is about to happen. The nice man noticed this and his face softened.

"Who are you?" He said again, in a gentler voice.

"M-my name is Oh Sehun."

"Why are you stealing from me?"

Sehun cocked his head, "I am not stealing."

"Yes, yes you are. You're taking something that's mine without my permission."

Sehun's eyes widened, "I do not have your permission?! I thought you knew. I thought you were being a nice man and letting Sehun eat your food."

The nice man furrowed his eyebrows, "Why would I do that?"

"Because you are nice?"

The nice man sighed.

"You know what, it's too late for this. We'll talk in the morning."

The nice man walked away and Sehun sat on the couch, still tied up.

"Um...Mr Nice man?" Sehun called out.

The nice man popped is head out of a room.  "What."

"May I be untied?"

"No."

"Please?" If there's one thing Sehun remembered, it was that his mother telling him was to always say please.

"No."

Sehun pouted as the nice man (Sehun was seriously doubting if he was actually nice anymore) walked back into room. But nevertheless, Sehun didn't complain. He just lied down and wrapped his tail around his midsection as he closed his eyes. He was happy he could at least sleep on something soft, even if it was only for one night.