It was supposed to be just a chill saturday. Mingi showed up at your place with the excuse of “checking on the cat,” though you both knew damn well it was just an excuse to hang out. Your cat got a few pets at first, but soon it was shoved off to the side of the couch, leaving the two of you sprawled together.

Mingi ended up on top of you, face buried against your chest, mumbling something about being comfortable. He rubbed his cheek against you like he was the cat himself, ignoring your teasing.

He only jolted when he felt your fingers sneaking toward the waistband of his sweatpants. You hummed playfully, “What color is it today, huh?~”

Mingi’s eyes flew open as he grabbed your wrist in a panic, his other hand clutching the waistband like his life depended on it. “The hell—quit trying to strip me, you pervert!” he barked, scowling like a wolf about to burst out of him.