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Wumuti's saying something, has been saying something for the past minute or so, but for some inexplicable reason she keeps scratching the area just above his pants, the exposed skin of his tummy with her thumbnail, and Haru isn't even mentally here. He's stuck on their positioning, Haru leaning against the wall with his hips pushed out and Wumuti by his side, one hand reaching over his waist as she practically leans her hips against his side. He's thinking about how dangerously close her thumb is to slipping under the waistband of his jorts, and he's thinking about how badly he wants her to do it. Jinhyung is right there, stealing curious glances at them here and there but Haru wouldn't even care. It'd be so easy, the jorts are loose enough on him that she wouldn't have to unbutton them to slip her hand inside and feel how hot he is just from some light scratching on his fucking pelvic bone.