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“Nayeon? Sana? We’re gonna be late,” Jihyo called, searching the dorm again. Finally, she heard muffled voices from the bathroom.
“Sana, stand still.”
“But it tickles!”
Jihyo knocked. “Are you ready?”
Sana squeaked. “Almost! We’re just…putting on makeup.”
Jihyo wasn’t convinced. “I’m coming in.”
“No—wait!”
It was too late. Nayeon froze with the tube of lipstick by Sana’s bellybutton. Sana held her shirt halfway up her torso, giving Jihyo a clear view of the face on her stomach.
Slowly, Sana grabbed each side of the face. “Hello,” it said. “Would you like a kiss?”
Jihyo shut the door.