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Haneul is an angel, a gift from above, the light of his life, etc. She's so beautiful under him on the pillow, her hair fanned out around her face. He could stay buried in her like this forever, sweaty body to sweaty body.
He bends down to kiss her and she licks a stripe down the middle of his face. Ok, his strange angel from above.
A soft knock sounds at the door. Jisung slows down a bit, catches his breath. Under him Haneul makes an inquisitive face, lighting up in understanding as he nods at the door.
Jisung gently lowers himself on top of her, still inside, his face in her hair. He breathes in her shampoo, her perfume, and calls into her neck:
"It's open, hyung."
The door swings open and Minho shuffles in, eyes trained on his phone.
"Jisungie, look at this- oh."
Minho looks up, taking in the scene before him. A beat of silence.
Haneul huffs out a laugh, pats the bed next to where her and Jisung are still intertwined.
"What is it, oppa?"
Minho blinks once, then puts away his phone as he quirks a small smile. He perches on the bed next to them and gently wipes away some stray hairs from Haneul's forehead, then Jisung's.
"Don't worry, it can wait. Let's hang out for a bit, hm?"