minsons

“Sonny, hurry up,” the older one responded from the hallway, while Jisung himself was diligently stuffing dirty clothes into a bag to take them to the laundry room and finally wash them.

"I'll be right back, right back," Jisung muttered irritably, finally stuffing all his things into the bag. "Phew, that's it," Jisung walked into the hallway, seeing the older man leaning against the wall in the hallway, scrolling through something on his phone.

“Well, finally, let’s go,” Minho took the bag from the younger’s hands and opened the front door, letting Han go into the hallway first.

Five minutes later, they were already standing in the laundry room. Jisung immediately began loading clothes into the machine, while Minho handed them to him from a bag.

Surprisingly, there was no one else in the laundry room. Of course, what kind of normal people would come to wash their clothes in a laundry room at midnight?

When all the things were loaded into the washing machine and the machine was running, Jisung let out a tired sigh (even though he only loaded a few things into the washing machine, and then Minho did everything, because Jisung said that he was already tired) and sat down on a bench to wait for the washing to finish.

"Tired already? Even though you didn't even do anything," Minho chuckled, sitting down next to the omega.

"What do you mean, you didn't?? I supported you morally! (ps: no) Moral support is above all!" Jisung muttered indignantly.

"Okay, okay, I get it, I get it," the guy smiled, kissing the indignant guy on the cheek. "So cute."

Jisung could only smile involuntarily at this, and after about five minutes the long-awaited signal finally sounded, signaling the end of the wash.

Jisung decided he'd unload the clothes himself, so he set about doing so. After another five minutes, almost all the clothes were unloaded, and a few socks remained in the back of the washer, so Jisung had to bury his head, almost half his body, in it.

He picked up his socks and was about to climb out, but for some reason he couldn't. He tried a few more times, but to no avail.

"Ho!!.. I think I'm stuck," Han's muffled voice sounded from the washing machine, and Minho finally looked up from his phone.