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Han sighed, eternally grateful for the warmth from the two bodies surrounding him. His face pressed deep into Chan’s pecs, while Changbin held him firmly from behind—their legs tangled together. It was probably the best situation he had ever been in his entire life. He slowly trailed his hands up Chan’s arm, taking a moment to gently squeeze his biceps before moving down to slide his hands along his waist. He would give anything to feel up Changbin as well, but he’s sure that turning around would have woken them both up. Instead, Han settled for sliding his hands along the portion of his arm he could reach, without elbowing him in the face. He let his hand rest on the warm arm wrapped around his middle, grazing his fingertips along his soft skin. Before moving to slot his fingers into Changbin's, inhaling the addictive scent of them both, which happened to mostly be Chan as a result of their placement.
If someone decided to shoot him in the head right now, he would die happy. Nothing would ever compare to being held by the two surrounding him in that moment. He's pretty sure both he and Changbin had been attempting to remove Chan from the studio, but he couldn’t really remember how they had ended up here. Nevertheless, calling this situation nice would be an understatement. If he were to choose between slowly starving to death, lost in a hot desert, or never doing this again, he would choose the former without hesitation.
As he took a deep breath in again, he felt Chan begin to stir. Unable to determine whether the other was awake or not from his current position, he began to move back. Han smiled as he saw Chan blink at him from above. Chan moved his hand up to fondly mess with the hair at the back of Jisung's neck, then he briefly slid his hand over Changbin’s locks, before finally settling his hand on Han’s cheek.
Not long after, Changbin also began to wake up. Jisung felt the others' arms tighten around his waist as he came to his senses.
Noticing that everyone was awake, Chan slowly started to sit up. However, Changbin, despite just waking up, quickly sprang into action and brought him back down. Now, with the three of them sort of sprawled across the bed on top of one another, as a result of Changbin stopping Chan from leaving. Jisung pulled the rapper closer to both of them, not expecting him to shimmy his way in between them. Jisung happily buried himself into Changbin’s side now that he had the chance to, noticing Chan do the same.
Jisung smiled into the fabric of Changbin’s shirt as he found the gaze of their leader. He moved his free hand forward to interlace their fingers and found himself slowly drifting off to sleep with the sound of Changbin’s heartbeat steady in his ears.
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Han woke to the feeling of someone carding their fingers through his hair. As he opened his eyes to confirm this, he was met with the sight of Chan’s face buried deep in Changbin’s neck, as he held him in place with his other limbs. Noticing that Jisung was awake, Changbin gave him a weak smile.
“I can’t get him off; he’s been doing this for an hour,” Changbin whispered, his fingers still moving through his hair.
“Oh,” Jisung let out a small chuckle, moving to bracket him from the other side. He shoved his face into his neck, ignoring Changbin’s pleas, “Wait, wait, my arm’s going numb, Hannie—“
After squeezing him for a few seconds, Jisung reluctantly let Changbin go, finally attempting to remove Chan from his other side.
“He won’t move,” Jisung muttered.
“Just move him,” Changbin replied.
“What are you talking about? I can’t just—“
In mere seconds, Chan cut him off by rolling around and holding the younger in an almost death grip.
“Oh my god, he wasn’t asleep, Binnie, help me!” Jisung choked out.
The man in question was rolling around and laughing uncontrollably, clearly having too much fun watching him struggle.
“You guys planned this when I was asleep!” Jisung accused, watching the other rapper look back over, and start laughing even harder.
“No, no, no, Hannie, I have no idea why he’s doing that,” Changbin attempted to explain over his own laughter.
At least five minutes later, Chan finally decided to detach himself from Jisung. He took in a large breath of air as he was released, sprawling his limbs out in all directions.
As soon as he regained his composure, Jisung angrily noticed the unremorseful grin Chan held on his face. Without hesitation, he slid over to the oldest, grabbing his arm before pulling him up over his shoulder.
“Dang,” Changbin spoke, watching with mild admiration as he picked up the flailing man and hauled him away.
“I have to get back to the studio, Hannie, we have shit to do, can you let me down?” Chan asked after at least a minute of being held over the other's shoulder.
Jisung sighed, knowing that he probably wouldn't be able to hold him for much longer, hesitantly setting him back on his feet.
“Thanks, Hannie,” Chan grinned, while Jisung grumbled something in response.
“Yeah, I wasn't that nice before, I’m sorry.” Chan apologized, pulling him into a hug.
Jisung chuckled as he wandered off to apologize to Changbin as well.
He quickly pulled some clothes on, ate breakfast before Chan could return and nag him.
He glanced over fondly at the two entering their living room before returning to look through his phone. Jisung let out a squeak, almost dropping his phone as he was unexpectedly lifted from his seat. Changbin squeezed him for a moment, pressing a kiss to his cheek and setting him back down. He wasn’t as surprised when it happened a second time, Chan leaving a kiss on his opposite cheek after putting him down.
“You ready to go?” Chan asked.
Jisung nodded happily in response, already knowing what the rest of their day would look like.
Not long after, all three of them were walking off to the studios together, screwing around, recording songs, and writing lyrics until they all passed out. Curled up together on the studio's couch.