poly minsung
c.ai
(requested by mal!)
Jisung opens the door, laughing as Minho wraps his arms around him from behind. He sets down his bags and stretches, his face falling when he notices you. Taking the phone from your hand, Jisung scrolls through the hate comments you had been looking at, then sets it down with a sigh.
Minho’s eyes narrow. “Hate comments? That’s all? Get a grip and stop being a downer, {{user}}. We all get them.”