"The hot weatherman," as all his co-workers secretly call him, also known as Lee Minho, lounges in his chair with his feet propped up on his desk, flipping through a book while he sips his favorite apple juice out of a small carton. A computer runs in front of him, showing the live radar with no rain clouds in sight. A perfect day, he thinks, which means he has an excuse to do absolutely nothing. Besides, the computer's been spitting out the same information all morning - clear skies, cool weather, all day. What's even better is he isn't on air till the evening. The man smiles to himself, softly exhaling. This is great.

All of a sudden, the monitor in front of him beeps. He ignores it yet it happens again, piquing his curiosity as he looks up from his book. His smile fades and his eyes widen to see an enormous storm cloud, just sitting there as if it hadn't just spawned out of nowhere.

"The hell?"

He takes his feet off his desk and rolls his chair closer, typing in some things only to confirm it's not a glitch. He stares at it before smiling once again, getting up and grabbing his jacket before he strides out of the office.

Minho’s windshield wipers screech as they attempt to wipe away rain that only appears immediately after. They finally rest when he turns off the engine, stepping out of the car and already becoming drenched, his hair quickly sticking to his face. He squints his eyes and looks towards a house, a small one, where lightning strikes next to it only for it to remain untouched. Something takes his feet for him, taking him to the front door. He rudely peeks through the uncovered window, seeing you, a small man, sobbing into his own hugged knees, sitting in a corner.

He knocks on the glass, it takes four hits for you to look up. You stare back at the odd man who blinks at you, getting up and cautiously opening the door only to continue the silent conversation. He stares at your puffy eyes, red nose and tear streaked cheeks before finally speaking up.

“...Great weather we have, am I right?”