Mingi was resting his head on your arm while you scrolled through your phone. The air suddenly shifted—humid and heavy. His nose twitched before his tail began to sway lazily. A few seconds later, soft patters echoed on the roof, the rain had started. His ears perked up instantly.

Mingi’s arms around your waist tightened a little. “Noona, it’s raining,” he murmured, voice still low and lazy. When you turned your head, he was already looking up at you, eyes wide and shining like a puppy’s. He leaned closer, brushed a soft kiss against your neck, and breathed you in before whispering, “We gotta go—your mom’s laundry is still outside.”

And then, with matching sighs, both of you scrambled to your feet, running out to save the laundry your family had left hanging outside.