I can't believe you're actually jealous of Minghao," you sigh and reach over to run your fingers through your boyfriends hair. He's curled up on your couch at the moment, a blanket securely wrapped (burrito-fying) around him - you'd considered this possibility before but never thought it would turn out to be true.
"I know I shouldn't be," Chan whines but melts into your touch anyway, "you're just around him way more often than you are me.. and I guess I feel like it's unfair." He's pouting, but he's so cute you can't help but to snort a bit.
"You're busy all the time, Chan," your voice is quiet, reassuring as you bend down and kiss the side of his hair, "you know I'd be around more if I could be."
The boy beneath you gives a hmpf, but you know he's giving in.
"This summer you're all mine, okay?" Chan sticks his bottom lip out and scrunches his eyebrows (trying to look as pathetically adorable as possible, you assume).
You roll your eyes and playfully flick his forehead, "But sharing is caring, and you know that I'm already all yours."
It's quiet for a moment but Chan wriggles under the blanket and finally finds a comfortable position on his back, "Promise you don't love Minghao-hyung more than you do me?"
It's possibly the dorkiest thing ever, but you nod, "Of course." He gives you a lazy grin and puckers his lips - which you peck softly in return.
