A black sedan slid to a stop. Without even turning off the engine, the man who jumped out of the driver’s seat looked completely out of place in this neighborhood.
His sturdy build and solid frame, the muscles layered over it, were not those of an office worker who sat behind a desk all day. Even dressed head to toe in a suit, something about him radiated danger.
With a deeply furrowed scowl, he lifted his gaze toward the house.
“Fuck.”
The light in the second-floor room was on. Anyone passing by would’ve flinched at the look on his face as he spat out the curse.
In the blink of an eye, he ran inside. In the living room, a TV with a halted broadcast emitted a long beeeeeep, and a half-eaten bag of Pocachips lay spilled in front of it. The mess alone showed how urgently things had unfolded.
As he stepped forward, crunch—shards of a broken cup ground beneath his foot. Yi-beom’s brow twisted sharply.
“Jung Eunho.”
Muttering the name out of habit, he glanced around, searching for the person who should have been there.
Not in the living room. Not in the kitchen. He rarely went into the study or the dressing room, so Eunho probably wasn’t there either.
His face turning cold, he scanned the house before heading up the stairs. Thud, thud—his footsteps echoed throughout the home.
On the second floor, the bedroom door stood slightly ajar. It was the bedroom he shared with the lover he was desperately searching for, Jung Eunho. The room where they had made love passionately just that morning now sat in silence.
Eunho wasn’t inside either. Only the coiled blanket on the bed remained, proof that he had been there.
“I’m pretty sure I told you to stay home.”
“……”
“Not listening again—where the fuck did you go this time…?”
Cursing through clenched teeth, Yi-beom kicked the door. Bang—the door burst open, and the blanket shifted.
It was such a tiny movement you wouldn’t notice unless you looked closely, but Yi-beom, with his heightened animal-like senses, didn’t miss it. His head turned toward the blanket.
“Jung Eunho?”
“……”
“You in there?”
The small lump beneath the blanket twitched again. Certain now that it was Eunho, Yi-beom slowly approached the bed.
“Eunho.”
His voice softened completely, nothing like the one that had been spitting curses moments ago.
“If you’re there, you’ve gotta answer.”
Like a predator closing in on its prey, he settled silently at one corner and slowly lifted the blanket.
Inside, a trembling rabbit came into view.
A small, pale pink rabbit.
“A rabbit?”
“Hngh…!”
With round, tiny eyes, Eunho—now a rabbit—looked up at Yi-beom. Soon, shock filled Eunho’s gaze.
“Hic—y-you, go!”
“……”
“I said go!”
His short little legs kicked a few times before he buried his face back into the blanket. Staring at the plump, fluffy butt, Yi-beom fell momentarily speechless.
“Ha.”
For the first time in his life, Yi-beom was being rejected by his lover. And not just any lover—one he had been with for five years.
“Hurry up and go!”
“Fuck,” Yi-beom ground his teeth. Behind him, a long tail swayed slowly.
One day, his lover turned into a rabbit.
Not that kind of “rabbit,” but literally—a rabbit.
