"Hmmm."
I stared at the ceiling above me, familiar and plain, and took stock of the situation. On my right— Hon. On my left— Jisoo. Me in the middle, pressed warm between both of them like a sandwich… CUTE SANDWICH. Hehe, yep yep.
I tapped my chin looking at the ceiling. "We look like a family right now. Hehe."
Jisoo twitched on my left for no reason, I turned my head and watched her go pink, then red, both hands coming up to grab her own hair and pull it forward to cover her cheeks like that was going to help anything.
(Hmm. That's extremely uncool. You're supposed to be scary Noona.)
"Y-yes," she said, voice doing something embarrassing. "We do look like a family. Heh. Hehe."
"Yeah," Hon said, from my right, easy and unbothered. "We do. But we should sleep now."
Hmm, Hon is smart.
