Minho had had managed to cry himself to sleep in Seungmin's arms, but even in unconsciousness, the pain didn't leave him.
Several times through the night, his face twisted, small sobs escaping his lips as his body trembled against Seungmin's.
Seungmin never let go.
Each time Minho whimpered or cried out, Seungmin gently stroked his hair, running his fingers through the dark strands with slow, calming motions. He rubbed soothing circles into Minho's back or along his arm, whispering soft reassurances, trying to anchor him to the safety of now.
He pulled the blanket tighter around them both, cocooning Minho in warmth, hoping it would help hold the broken pieces together.
At one point, Seungmin leaned in to press his cheek against Minho's forehead and paused.
Warm. Too warm.
He frowned. The fever wasn't high, but it was there...creeping in like everything else that had tried to hurt Minho. Seungmin sighed and held him closer, tucking the blanket more securely around his shoulders, wrapping his own arms protectively around Minho's middle.
He'd already been through enough.
Minho looked so delicate like that in Seungmin's arms, his heart ached with a quiet, fierce adoration as he gently kissed the top of Minho's head and tucked his head under his chin, cradling him like the most precious thing in the world.
He just listened to the way Minho's breath hitched in sleep. Sometimes his fingers would curl into Seungmin's shirt, other times he'd whisper fragmented apologies, his voice barely audible.
Holding him closer than ever before, Seungmin vowed silently to never let him go...not just through the night, but for all the days to come.
The fragile weight in his arms was the most important treasure he had.
And he would protect it with everything.
He was determined to be the quiet comfort Minho never had growing up. The peace after the storm. The steady presence when the nightmares crept in.
No matter how long it took, he wasn't going to let go.
Not tonight.
Not ever.
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Seungmin woke up to the pale morning light seeping in through the curtains, but truth be told, he hadn't really slept much. His eyes had closed here and there, lulled by the warmth and weight of Minho in his arms, but his mind had remained alert, always listening for the soft whimper or twitch that might signal another nightmare or any discomfort.
Minho, however, was still sleeping soundly, curled into Seungmin's side like a cat, his breathing slow and even, his face finally at peace.
Minho looked so beautiful, sleeping like that...his face soft and peaceful, almost like a fragile, tired baby finally safe from the storm.
After everything that had happened the night before...after breaking down in a way he never had before, he needed this sleep.
Seungmin didn't dare disturb that.
He carefully detangled himself, slipping out from under Minho's arm as gently as possible. He placed Minho's hand softly onto the bed, adjusting the pillow under his head and pulling the blanket up to his shoulders. He lingered a moment longer, watching the way Minho's lips were parted just slightly, the tiniest of huffs leaving him with every breath. His heart swelled with affection.
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Fanfiction...I want to feel happy... ...I want to feel loved... "Can you make me feel alive?" 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ In which Kim Seungmin and Lee Minho, though appearing to be fine on the outside, are dying from within. Both have closed themselves off in different ways, an...
