The Mannequin - Minsung

one hundred eight

It was a peaceful morning—or at least it had been.

Jisung blinked groggily as the first rays of sunlight streamed through the window, stretching his arms lazily above his head.

He smiled softly to himself, enjoying the warmth of the blankets cocooned around him. For a moment, everything seemed perfect.

Until he noticed something strange.

"Minho..." Jisung's voice broke the quiet, his tone low but undeniably accusatory.

Minho, still half-asleep and comfortably sprawled across the bed, grunted in response, refusing to move from his perfectly snug position. "Mmm?"

Jisung frowned, tugging at the corner of the blanket. "Why do you always steal the blanket every night?"

Minho opened one eye. "What are you talking about? I don't steal it. I'm just... naturally drawn to warmth."

Jisung sat up, dramatically pointing at the blanket that was now wrapped around Minho like a burrito. "You've taken the entire blanket! Look at me—I'm practically an ice cube!"

Minho turned over lazily, still cocooned in his blanket fortress. "You exaggerate. You're fine. There's plenty of blanket if you—" He yawned loudly mid-sentence. "—look hard enough."

"Look hard enough?!" Jisung huffed, glaring down at the one tiny corner of the blanket still draped over his foot. "I'd need a treasure map to find where you've hidden all of it!"

Minho cracked a smile, eyes still closed. "Hey, you're lucky I'm even letting you have that much. You know how cozy I get."

Jisung wasn't having it. He yanked at the blanket with all his strength, only to have Minho tighten his grip and roll over, pulling the entire thing off the bed.

"Oh, so that's how it is, huh?" Jisung muttered under his breath, narrowing his eyes.

Without a second thought, Jisung launched himself at Minho, attempting to pry the blanket from his death grip. What followed was an absolutely ridiculous scene of tug-of-war.

"Let go!" Jisung whined, managing to pull the blanket halfway off before Minho expertly wrapped himself up in it again.

"You'll have to try harder than that, Sungie!" Minho teased, snickering at Jisung's futile efforts.

"Give it back! I'm freezing!" Jisung exclaimed, trying to push Minho off the bed, which only resulted in him falling on top of him instead.

Minho smirked, looking up at him with a playful glint in his eyes. "You know... there's an easy solution to this. We could share."

Jisung, still lying on top of Minho, raised an eyebrow. "Share? With you? After the betrayal I've just witnessed?"

Minho laughed, rolling his eyes. "Fine. I'll make you a deal. If you can win the blanket back, it's all yours. But if I win..." His smirk grew wider, eyes gleaming with mischief. "...you owe me breakfast."

Jisung gasped dramatically, as if deeply offended by the suggestion. "You'd use my freezing state to your advantage, just to score breakfast? You monster!"