[ ✰ ☾ ⤷ ] ❝ i doodle on the walls of the world ❞
where the author has too many ideas, but too little time to write all of them so she puts them all in a one shot book.
or where i, riley, sometimes just want to write to practice without it needing to...
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#leeminho title : mario kart words : 1700+
note : robs and minho are fun to write :) i wrote this as one of my one shots and wanted to rewrite it and make it longer since i liked the idea, so this is what i made from it. i think it turned out as a wholesome one so you're welcome :3 (i barely write wholesome stuff so this is amazing)
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For hours Minho has been turning and turning in his bed. He has tried sleeping on his left side, on his right side, on his back, and even on his stomach, but there's no position he's comfortable to fall asleep.
It's been like this for quite some nights now. The two of you go to bed and you are the one to fall asleep easily, which is rather surprising too considering you barely sleep. But Minho? He won't sleep until early in the morning when he has to wake up in three hours to go to work and practice his dancing.
He has tried various things to fall asleep, like tea, lullabies, not going on his phone before bed, watching videos for meditation, or even doing other things that make him tired so he can sleep. But no, there is nothing that seems to work. He's sick of it.
He just wants to do something at this point, because laying in bed and turning all the time is boring.
Minho can't wake you up, either. You have things to do as well. He reckons you have an important meeting tomorrow about a new sponsorship with Nintendo. There is no way he will wake you up and risk you not having any sleep.
The man sighs and turns around again and again. At one point he just gives up, laying on his back and looking at the ceiling.
The lamp above the bed is quite ugly, he notices. When you and him moved into this apartment the lamp came with it. You never cared to exchange it for a new one, but now that Minho is staring at it so intensely, he might regret that decision. The lamp is very ugly and it seems to be breaking in various spots, too. He should tell you about the lamp in the morning, maybe you could go to IKEA together and buy a new lamp this weekend.
"For fucks sake," Minho mumbles. He turns on his left side, eyeing the clock on his nightstand. 4 AM. He has to wake up in four hours and get his ass to practice at 9:30. Maybe he should just call in sick, because this is getting ridiculous.
He thinks about the day you two had. First you woke up next to each other. Minho didn't sleep that much, but when he did, at least it was with you in his arms. You groaned at his alarm clock. You didn't have to wake up yet and could sleep for an hour or so more. You're self employed and work from home, so you can usually wake up whenever you want, and that morning it meant you wanted to sleep in a little.
So Minho woke up, went to work and came home at 7 PM with ramen since you were craving it so badly. You went to the place for the first time a couple weeks back with your friends. Riley had said that it was the best ramen place in Seoul, and she was right. So that meant that Minho had to pick it up on his way from work. You two ate your dinner together and after that you two played Mario Kart on the Switch.
