the lights are out, the room is quiet, the city hums outside.
they are in another hotel room.
minseok spent his time appreciating the view their balcony provided. they both agreed to let the curtains open because the lights of the city were nice, blurred by the mist in the night sky. it was cold out there, but inside was warm and it smelled good; the smell of someone just leaving the shower, of soap and shampoo. yixing's coconut shampoo.
the boy snuggled close to one edge of the bed, eyes open, and waited. waited in his old t-shirt and small sleeping shorts, socks on his feet and knees close to his chest. he counted the blur of the lights outside, he counted their colors, until the soft pads coming into the room reached his ears.
he carefully listened to everything; as yixing went through his bag, as he dried his damp hair with a towel, as he brushed his teeth and as he took more steps and slid under the same covers with him. then he complied easily and in silence when a warm hand landed on his waist, dragging him just that little closer, until his back hit a chest and the top of his head tucked under a chin. yixing's breathing was calm, even. his chest was bare, his skin was hot. minseok sighed,
it felt so good...
"how's your ankle?", the other asked, voice low, fingers slipping slightly down to the boy's stomach.
minseok shifted closer and looked up at the ceiling. "still hurts", he muttered and winced as he tried to roll it slowly. yixing's hand now over his belly button. "the pain relief helped a little bit, though."
