“Hey, Minhyuk ah,”

“What?”

Joohee peeks inside the room and finds him sitting in the bed with his back leaned against the pillow, reading his favourite classic for perhaps the thirty seventh time in his life. “Minhyuk ah,” she calls again.

“What is it?”

“You’re not looking,” she fakes a pout.

He gives up reading and rests the book on his lap before glancing up to meet his girl’s gaze. “Yes, what do you want now, Song Joohee?”

Her frown turns upside down, and she jumps into room. “Tada!” she cries with both her hands in the air, revealing the surprise.

“Hey, that’s my shirt!” he exclaims.

“Hee hee hee,” she giggles as she skips towards him like a little child and plops down next to him.

“What hee hee hee?” he chuckles. The forgotten novel slides down from his lap as he slips her long blonde locks behind her ear, and beams. “Well, you certainly look better than me in that,”

She crinkles her nose at him ― something she’d always do whenever he compliments her. “Well, of course I look better than you,” she retorts, and giggles again.

For V ;)