Soft sheets and quilts hid the cat and dog from view as the cold air bit at their skin. The cat had his face smushed into her neck, his arms wrapped around her waist, and his tail wrapped around her leg. He purred in bliss as he felt the dog pet his hair, occasionally massaging the tips of his gray ears. It’s been silent for the past few hours; not that they minded. They were too busy just holding each other to care about their dreams.

    Wendy couldn’t concentrate on anything. She couldn’t stop replaying that feeling of him kissing the back of her neck again and again; telling her that she is his world. She began to criticize her behavior, and how a three week ban was torture for her as well. There were times she had an extremely difficult time not reaching out and just hugging him.

    Sighing, Wendy started to scratch the cat’s head, and it took a moment for the loud purring vibrations for her to notice how content the cat was.

    Rubbing his neck and back, the dog was just about to speak when the cat broke the silence first. “Hey Wendy... can I ask you something?”

    “You already did.”

    Chuckling, the cat loosened his grip on the cat to look up at the dog’s face, tiredness now present on his face, “Wendy?”

    The dog looked down, still petting his hair, “Jongdae.”

    “This is embarrassing,” the cat chuckled into his hands, rolling onto his back. Using the freedom to move on her back, she stretched a bit and smiled, “Tell me.”

    The cat turned around to place his head on the dog’s stomach; reminding Wendy of her dream. If he was going to start something like that; Wendy doesn’t believe she’d say no to it. It took her a moment to notice that Chen wasn’t continuing his words, just staring at the dog. Her ears hid in her hair the best they could.

    “What?”

    His tail flickered around as he tried to hide his smile in her shirt. “Am i pretty?”

    Cracking a giant smile on her face, she giggled, “Am I?”

    “You? Pretty? It doesn’t come close to describing you,” the gray cat said as he reached out to touch a strand of her hair, “You’re just... wow.”

    “Wow?”

    “Yeah, wow,” the cat smiled before demanding to hear her answer.

    Wendy sat up and pushed the cat’s head to her lap so she could sit. She bent down to set her forehead against his and sighed. “You’re beautiful, and perfect to me.”

    Closing his eyes, he smiled against the warmth of her skin. “Am I your star?”

    “Do you want to be my star?”

    Chen opened his eyes and stared right into hers, seriousness in eyes as he continued his small smile, “Always.”

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    When Wendy woke up, Chen was absent from her side. At first, she believed that everything was a dream, but the sunken impression on the pillow and the corner of the blankets were thrown to the corner. Sniffing, she rubbed her eyes and stretched.

    She thought about the past twenty four hours; slapping her hands over her face and squealing softly; being able to feel Chen’s arms around her was just the tip of the iceberg. As she thought about happy things, like cuddle sessions and whispering sweet somethings, her tail slapped against the mattress.

    She felt like peace finally came.

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    Wendy stared at the plate of food that Chen made just for her- if you could call it that, she thought, trying hard not to sneer at the monstrosity of yellows, reds, and white. What the heck is this?

    “I made an omelette!” Chen’s tail swayed happily as he grinned, sitting down next to her, his plate looked worse than hers. “Or I tried to anyways...”

    Wendy looked up at the cat’s fallen ears, and praying it wouldn’t kill her, she took a bite. Pleasantly surprised that it was a normal omelet with tomatoes and cheese, she sighed in relieve. She never had the cat’s cooking before, but the one story she heard from Joonmyeon about Chen’s adventures with pancakes surely makes one doubtful.

    “Well... you’ll have to work on your presentation, otherwise it tastes fine,” the dog gave a reassuring smile as she reached out and patted him on the leg. Just as she was about to pull it away, he took hold of her hand and weaved his fingers between hers, kissing the back of her hand. He kept it resting against his lips with a coy smile, while Wendy stared at him.

    They’re eyes were like magnets;  instead of confusing answers with unsure questions, there was softness, playfulness, and something else that the dog couldn’t read in the cat’s eyes. She offered a smile and rubbed her hand against his cheek before letting go. “Ewe, you have cooties.”

    Chuckling at the response, the two delved into their food in quiet comfort.

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    The gray cat was watching a movie while knitting. His ear twitched sometimes when the dog next to him hit the keyboard a little loud; otherwise, all was good.

    During a commercial, he would nudge her with his foot, only to have her nudge back with a small smile.

    When Chen felt a little bored, he set the knitting down and stared at the dog, forgetting about the movie. She was reading something on the computer with her hair pulled up into a really messy bun, wearing his clothes again. Her tail would twitch once in awhile, otherwise her ears were doing all the work. If she was deeply paying attention, her ears were up, pointed and concentrated. If her brows scrunched, her ears would pull back. If she was swooning, her ears would lay flat.

    Wanting some attention, he scooted closer to the dog, who began to type some things. “Wendy.”

    “Hmm?”

    “Pay attention to me.”

    She gave him an expression and pushed him away slightly, muttering something about how needy cats were.

He scooted back again and poked her cheek, “Wendy.”

“Give me a minute.”

“That’s too long.”
    “Let me finish this paragraph.”

“No~” he sang.

She took hold of his hand and continued reading until the last bit of the paragraph before looking at the cat, whose tail was high in the air. “What?”

    Without giving any word, the cat crawled over to lay unto of the dog, rubbing his fa