As the sun's tender caress gradually crept through the blinds, a warm haze seeped into the room, painting the room gold. The gentle rays danced across the room, casting a soft glow on the tangled sheets and unpacked boxes, as if nature itself was bestowing a benediction upon the lovers.
The air was heavy with the scent of clean dawn and last night's passion. The discarded clothes lay strewn about the floor, their secrets revealed in the soft morning light. A stray sock here, a t-shirt there, each one telling the tale of a love that had unfolded in the darkness, only to be rediscovered in the warmth of the new day. In this sanctuary of intimacy, the couple lay entwined.
As Minho's eyes slowly fluttered open, the soft focus of sleep gave way to a sharp awareness of the warm, living presence cradled in his arms. Jisung's head rested against his shoulder, a tender pillow for his lover. The curves of their bodies fit together like pieces of a puzzle, each one complementing the other's shape, as if their very limbs had been designed to entwine.
The corners of Minho's lips curled upward, a gentle smile spreading across his face as he beheld the tranquil scene before him.The puffiness of Jisung's cheeks, now with a sweet morning bonus, seemed to add a childlike innocence to their features, making Minho's heart swell with affection.
With a playful glint in his eye, Minho's fingers began to gently prod Jisung's cheeks, coaxing out a sleepy mewl of protest from his lover. The soft skin yielded easily to the gentle pressure, responding with a subtle flushing that deepened the colour on Jisung's cheekbones. As Jisung's eyes fluttered open, they met Minho's with a bleary gaze, heavy with the weight of love for him.
"Stop doing that." Jisung's voice was a gentle growl of complaint as he buried his face beneath the soft folds of the blanket. Minho only chuckled, his voice low and husky as he wrapped his fingers around the edge of the blanket, slowly pulling it away from Jisung's face, "Can't help it. Your cheeks are extra squishy in the morning."
"Oh, shut up," Jisung muttered, his words muffled by the fabric. Minho just laughed harder, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he gently pulled the blanket away from Jisung's face once more. The sunlight dancing across the room seemed to highlight the soft curve of his cheekbones, and Minho couldn't resist planting a gentle kiss on there, "Good morning, my love." Jisung's face scrunched up in distaste, but his eyes betrayed a hint of fondness for the teasing. "Good morning, hyung."
As Minho continued to pepper his cheek with gentle kisses, Jisung's struggles weakened, and eventually, he surrendered to the affection, his lips curling upwards in a sleepy smile. "Ugh, hyung...," he whispered, his voice husky from sleep, as Minho's lips brushed against his earlobe.
Minho's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, his fingers tangling in Jisung's sleep-tousled hair. "Now come on, let's take a shower." He said, climbing out of the bed towards the bathroom, expecting Jisung to follow and of course, he did.
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