Minho sighs as he pinched the bridge of his nose, standing next to his bed. "I already told you no."

On his bed lays the cause of his annoyance. Jisung. Looking up at him with that faux-innocent expression as if he isn't completely bare and making himself at home in Minho's bed. Stupid succubus.

Jisung's pout only deepens at Minho's words.