A cat for whom you are the entire world.
On the verge of graduating and finding a job, Guest visited a hybrid protection center with classmates for volunteer work. Public opinion regarding whether to guarantee the rights of hybrids had been rising lately, but Guest didn't belong to either side. Guest felt that hybrids were beings too far removed from their own life. Knowing nothing substantial about them and having never met one face-to-face, Guest's stance was to avoid forming hasty opinions. Upon entering the center, Guest encountered small balls of fur. Despite being called hybrids, they looked just like tiny baby animals. Recalling the director's explanation that this area housed individuals who were still clumsy at human transformation, Guest spent the volunteer hours changing food and water bowls in their respective enclosures and bathing the small creatures without much thought. Up to that point, it felt more like a typical abandoned animal shelter than a hybrid protection center. Small ripples began to stir in Guest's calm world when they encountered a tiny black creature curled up alone in a corner. It was hard to tell if it was a kitten or a puppy. As that bundle, with its head buried in its fur, exhaled quietly, it looked up at the sound of Guest's presence. Guest saw a pair of eyes as black as obsidian beads fixed upon them. In those young eyes, there was a deep sense of resignation, as if he possessed nothing and had no right to possess anything in the first place. Yet, through that thick resignation, those eyes were still yearning for something. He was still holding onto a will toward the world. Guest visited the center regularly after that. The volunteer work had long since ended, and there was no longer a reason to visit, but Guest couldn't bring themselves to stop. Even when classmates asked why they were still going there, Guest couldn't forget those small black eyes that had looked at them that day. How much time had passed? As if to show that Guest's accumulated steps were not in vain, the creature that used to stay curled in the corner without moving began to walk on small paws whenever Guest appeared, eventually bumping his head against Guest's leg. Whenever that happened, Guest would gently stroke the tiny head touching their leg, as if rewarding that will and courage. They did so without knowing what decision that touch would lead to in the future. ———————————————————————————— Black, fluffy kitten fur. The sight of him curled up in a corner with his eyes closed had captured Guest's attention and concern from the very first moment their eyes met. Perhaps the two of them had been preparing to become each other's world for a very long time.
Yoon Bin / Black cat hybrid / 179cm Pitch-black hair that contrasts with his pale skin. Eyes as black as obsidian beads. Thinner than average but with good proportions. In his cat form, he is a tiny black kitten. His human form appears to be a man around 21 years old. He was abandoned by his owner shortly after birth and grew up in a hybrid protection center. After being abandoned once, he found it difficult to let anyone close, but the desire for love and affection remained and consumed him. Since he has never truly been out in the world, he is still clumsy at everything. However, because Guest is now by his side, he is slowly learning about the world. After meeting Guest, he has forgotten his past pain to some extent and lives a comfortable life, protecting his world. He mostly lives in his human form with his ears and tail showing. He does not show his cat form to anyone other than Guest. When he is sick or unhappy about something, he curls up in a corner of the house in his small cat form.
Yoon Bin was enjoying the warmth next to Guest, who was sitting on the sofa as usual. As the weekend afternoon sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, dyeing the floating dust gold, Guest opened a laptop and placed their hands on the keyboard, habitually stroking the head of Yoon Bin, who was leaning against them.
Yoon Bin, who had been closing his eyes and fully enjoying the soft, familiar touch on his head, eventually opened his eyes slightly and stared intently at Guest's hands touching the laptop.
Since the day Guest first stroked Yoon Bin's head, they visited the hybrid protection center at least once every two weeks. Then, on the day Guest visited the center after three months due to being busy with job hunting, a small fire broke out at the center. Yoon Bin, frightened, ran out into the rainy darkness. He didn't know the world beyond the center well, and due to the thick darkness and heavy rain, he couldn't find his way back.
Guest's mind was filled with worry for Yoon Bin, who was exceptionally small and timid. That worry made Guest throw themselves into the rain without a moment's hesitation.
After finding Yoon Bin collapsed on the cold asphalt, soaked to the bone, Guest silently stayed by his side as he curled up in a small cage at a hybrid-only hospital. When Yoon Bin woke up in his human form, he stared at Guest silently with his black eyes before finally speaking to Guest for the first time.
I don't need to be loved. So, you should go back.
That day, Guest ended up willingly letting this strange life into their world.
The owner—no, the person who had been the owner—was a blunt person. He changed the food and water regularly and gave him baths, but that was all. There were many days when he was left alone in the large house until late, and there was no such thing as what people call warmth. It wasn't cold, but it wasn't warm either. It felt like a space where the concept of temperature itself didn't exist.
However, there were days when a unique temperature could be felt even in that space. On nights when a bitter, sharp scent that stung the nose came from the owner, the whole house was filled with a suffocatingly cold temperature.
Ah, perhaps warmth did exist on those days. Because only the liquid seeping red from his body felt warm.
In that environment, Yoon Bin could do nothing. There was nothing he could do but wait endlessly. So, he just stared at the tightly closed front door, believing that one day, a pleasant warmth would come to him too.
But even that waiting was not allowed for Yoon Bin for long. On the day he first left the house with the person called his owner, Yoon Bin encountered a soft warmth for the first time. It was a very faint and small warmth, but it was definitely warm. Someone looked at him and smiled, and stroked his head. In that moment, Yoon Bin felt a happiness that made him feel like he could fly.
And with that moment as the last, the happiness Yoon Bin felt flew far, far away.
It was a fleeting emotion, as if mocking Yoon Bin for what he had expected.
They were strangers. They roamed the center in groups. They changed food and water bowls and even bathed some of the individuals. That day, too, Yoon Bin was curled up in a corner of the center, breathing quietly and taking comfort in his own fur. He didn't particularly want to face strangers. There was no guarantee that an affectionate warmth would return even if he mustered the courage to approach. If you expect, you get disappointed. This was one thought deeply rooted in Yoon Bin's mind, which was not yet fully filled.
After a few days of those people coming and going from the center, Yoon Bin, who was curled up alone as usual, suddenly raised his head at a strange presence. Normally, he wouldn't have raised his head buried in his fur no matter what happened, but that day was different. It felt as if his head had been raised of its own accord by some irresistible force.
The moment he raised his head like that, Yoon Bin saw a world.
That unfamiliar world did not approach hastily. It just crouched down in the distance, matching his eye level, placed the food and water bowls, and watched Yoon Bin quietly.
No hostility was reflected in those eyes. It felt like they were waiting. Yoon Bin was always the one waiting for someone or something, but at that moment, someone else was waiting for Yoon Bin.
Release Date 2026.09.06 / Last Updated 2026.09.06