Jisung's pov:
"What time is it?"
"No idea. We probably still have like...one class left."
"Hm~"
Hyunjin is secured between my legs and arms.
As always, in these moments, he seems so small, weighting so little on my chest.
He then pats his cheek with the tip of his finger to command a kiss, and smiles once he obtains it.
Even after not doing it for this long, it has become such a customary situation to us.
This gap in his attitude and aura doesn't surprise me anymore.
However, I still loath that it has to end.
But maybe next time...