Miso tumbles in, unknown to Jae. Thus, when the boy lifts up another pile to throw into the washing machine, his hands hold something furry, warm and much alive.

“Wonpil, what kind of weird stuff are you wearing–“ Jae begins yelling, when the dog emerges from the pile, causing the clothes to fall haphazardly on the floor.

“Oh, you,” says Jae sternly, but he breaks out into a chuckle. “What would you have done if I threw you into the washing machine as well?”

Miso his face, as though to disallow the boy from doing the horrible deed.

“I know you’re here now, no need to try so hard,” he says. “Come along. Stay put while I do the laundry. Or do you want to find the others?”

Miso curls around Jae’s leg as an answer.

“Ugh, why,” he says softly. “Too cute.”

“Jae, you called me?” says Wonpil, curious. “Oh, hello Miso.”

They both look at him wordlessly. Wonpil smiles with an awkward charm.

“Okay, I feel like I’m interrupting somehow,” he says. “I’ll go back to my errands.”

Miso barks, as though he is laughing, before continuing his cozy hug.

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