Minjoo's Book of Slimyness ✔

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Eventually, the screamings subsided as a sleep-deprived Chaeyeon knocked Hitomi's door and asked, very coldly, for them to tone down whatever they are doing. And adding that she, quote, "don't care" if they are doing adult things inside their holy household.

Of course, the sarcasm proved very effective to put an end of Hitomi's staccato screaming. 

The lack of resistance coming from the bread-lover also gives Minjoo the chance to wrap her long arms around Hitomi and cuddle her close to her chest.

"Too close," Hitomi mumbles, yet stayed put even when Minjoo rubs her soft cheek to her bangs-free forehead affectionately. 

"You like it," Minjoo pointed out nonchalantly, releasing a content sigh as she relaxes. "I miss cuddling you like this, Tomi~"

"Cuddling? It feels like you're trapping me..."

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

Minjoo's eyes narrowed in suspicion, but she brushed it off as a sudden thought entered her mind. She looked down at Hitomi's t-shirt. "Hitomi, isn't this... my t-shirt?"

Hitomi blankly stares back.

Then, her eyes widen.

Her cheeks redden in the mortification of being caught and she immediately struggles to break away from Minjoo's iron grip around her.

Minjoo only laughs. Hitomi doesn't realize when does it start, but she comes to think that Minjoo's laugh is a siren melody to her ears. Her laughs never failed to bloom a curve of a smile on her lips.

She pulls Hitomi closer and keeps her firmly there; until Hitomi gives up and melts in her arm.

"I don't know you're swerving to become a thief after becoming a lyricist."

"I don't know you're swerving to become a cuddle monster after becoming a lyricist."

The visual laughs heartily at Hitomi's snappy reply. She lands a soft kiss on Hitomi's ear, barely peeking out between strands of brown hair.

Hitomi shivers pleasantly at the contact.

"First my heart, then my clothes. What's next, my last name?"

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Sakura: holy household...?

Sakura: (x) doubt

Cheesy count: 47/72