His Profit
The sunlight peered in through the transparent window of the tent, hitting Minho's eyes. He slowly opened them. It took him a while to remember where he was and he found Gayoon cocooned in his arms, fast asleep.
She looked so tiny in her sleep that it felt as if he could carry her with one hand. Groaning in her sleep, she tried to move but her movements were restricted by his strong arms so she merely nudged. He could not help but gaze at her and cursed himself for the thousandth time for being irrationally angry at her for the past month.
He gently let go of her and placed her properly on the pillow. She stirred but still did not wake up. Minho picked up his phone and quietly went out of the tent. Kanji had texted him sometime during the night to call him back. Minho dialed his number.
"Hi hi!" Kanji's cheery voice came out from the phone. "Did you get some action done last night?"
"You're unusually cheerful so early in the morning," Minho yawned.