The incoming call illuminated the screen of the phone on the nightstand in the otherwise dark room and sent the device into noisy vibrations shattering the peaceful silence.

A slender, male hand, followed by a lean, muscular arm, crept out from under the covers and reached blindly for the shrieking phone until it found it and pulled it near a face burrowed in a woman’s slender neck.

“Yeoboseoh?” a deep, velvety voice murmured into the phone. “Hm. Yes. It was my exhibition today. Hn. Yeah. Of course I put it on Social Media. Yes, she was invited.”

Mino’s raspy timbre and his soft lips against the nape of her neck pulled Jennie out of her sleepy haze and she stretched her body like a lazy cat against his.

His left hand, only seconds ago loose against her waist, suddenly grabbed her hip with a forceful grab, pulling her back against his chest.

His voice was icy to the person on the other side of the phone.

“What are you insinuating? Do you have a problem with Jen being at my exhibition? For s sake, doesn’t YG have other problems at the moment?”

At the mention of her name Jennie stiffened and turned around to look at Mino’s face, but she hardly could make it out in the darkness.

As if he felt her curiosity and growing unease, Mino pressed a firm, but tender kiss to her forehead, his left hand the back of her head calmly while pressing her face into his muscled chest.

“Seriously manager-nim, I don’t care. I have told you months ago that I am done hiding what I think and feel. This includes my girlfriend as well.” Mino all but growled into the phone, his body tensing up.

Jennie cooed against her boyfriend’s warm skin, her hands reaching up to cradle his face and pulling it down to her.

“I have told you…” Mino started, but stopped midsentence when Jennie pressed her lush lips in an open-mouthed kiss to his, basically causing a short-circuit in his brain.

Before he could stop himself, a low, heady moan escaped his lips, his breath fanning out against Jennie’s lips when she swallowed the noise greedily.

The ranting voice on the phone melted into the background as Mino hungrily pressed his lips to Jennie’s, his free hand grabbing her long hair fanning out around her neck.

“Yeah, I am listening…” Mino managed to whisper into the phone before his girlfriend’s hands pressed against his upper body, effectively pinning him on his back to the bed. He could barely make out the outline of her bod