“If you stare any harder, she’ll melt.”

Mina jumps at the sound of Sana’s voice, body tensing at the feeling of Sana’s chin perching upon her shoulder, at the arm that snakes around her waist. “I told you not to do that…”

“Sorry,” Sana hums out, not sounding apologetic in the slightest as Mina turns her gaze back, watching Nayeon run around the stage with a grinning Jeongyeon. “Mina…”

Sana does sound apologetic then, the arm around her waist tightening. Mina can only smile, finally lowering her gaze and resting against Sana’s warmth.

“I know,” She laughs lightly. “I know.”