UP ALL NIGHT

always

In the end, Minho always craves for Jisung's attention and warmth over anything else in the world.

(Dedicated to cremebxbaaa ♡)
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explicit sexual content included
cw: somnophilia, dubious consent, spit as lube, everyone let's give it up for NEEDY top minho (once in a lifetime experience)
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Minho's drained of all the energy that had previously been residing in all his bones. He feels as if two, heavy boulders are tied to his ankles, dragging him down as he approaches the front steps to his house. These days, he could never catch a break. Work is getting increasingly hectic as his company is striving towards a new partnership.

There's only the faint murmuring of crickets by the garden, perhaps by the flower pots and grass-beds by the window. A faint trail of water runs from underneath the clay, and it's by the remnants of life in this house.

He pushes open the door, tosses his keys onto the console table by the coat hanger. While at it, he slides his blazer off his broad shoulders and lets out some sort of a heavy grunt, rolling out his tense muscles. He looks around the house with a narrow gaze and finds how all the lights are turned off, save for the small lamp in the living room to give light to the rest of the occupants in the house.

"Hey, sweets," Minho whispers when a sleek cat rubs at his leg, white tail curled upwards into the air. "Looks like someone's asleep already, hm?"

He receives a soft, responding meow and he hums, eyeing the dark pathway to the stairs and strolling towards it in a relaxed manner.

When he climbs up the stairs, he's greeted with the aroma of French vanilla and lavender incense clinging onto the air. It's warmer upstairs, because of previous complaints that Minho had to tend to if he didn't want to lose his spot on the bed.

That sweet, sweet comfort his bed provided to him that he craved to dive into at this very moment. What made it especially significant to Minho was the individual he shared that very space with.

He's sure to push open the door slowly, careful to muffle the faint creaks as he lets himself slip inside the dark room. He's greeted with a stronger scent of that herbal sweetness, and it's the perfect temperature to slip under such thick and fluffy sheets.

Minho walks around the bed, careful to suppress his footsteps. And just like that, he feels like a fed man all over again when his eyes glaze over delicate features, lit up by the moonlight pouring in from a faint crack in the curtains. He takes in a soft breath, and it's almost shaky when he exhales, like he's overwhelmed by the beauty of what he thinks is an absolute angel.

His side of the bed dips as he transfers his weight onto the mattress, slowly but surely. He wouldn't want to wake him so suddenly; Jisung gets grumpy when he's startled awake in the middle of the night. A majority of the time by Bubbles, who finds no concern in jumping into their tangled limbs at three in the morning, or so. It's why they keep the door shut closed now.

Minho tilts his head, lips curling upwards at the same time as a soft snore escapes Jisung's parted lips. His cheek, shiny with the excessive amount of skincare he uses, is squished against his pillow. He may have let his hair air dry this time, as it's a fluffy and mused mess on the satin pillow case. And he's hugging the pillow Minho would normally use to sleep on, cradling it like a baby.

A soft coo, bordering a hum sounds low in Minho's throat. He reaches a light hand into his hair, brushes the strands away from his forehead. His thumb drags down his temple, down to his jaw where he thumbs at the skin there and lets it press onto his bottom lip.