"if it doesn't get better by tomorrow morning, we are gonna have to talk to manager-hyung", yixing said, leaning up on one elbow so he could look down at the pair of round eyes on minseok's face. his dimple was adorning his small smile.
"i'm sure it's going to be alright", minseok ensured, focusing on the other's face, his chest filling up with endearment as he took in the sight.
"mm...", yixing hummed, hand coming back up to the boy's waist and squeezing gently. "i'm gonna give you a massage", he said and tilted his head in contentment, raising his brows.
"a massage?" minseok questioned, amused, but yixing was already long gone from his side.
the boy sat by the end of the bed, one leg folded and the other falling to the edge of the mattress. he rested minseok's injured foot on his knee and removed his sock. "yes, it's gonna make you feel better", he explained, pinching one of minseok's toes slightly.
"but be careful", minseok asked, going up on his elbows so he could have a better view.
"always, hyung", yixing promised with soft eyes.
the boy tilted his head and smiled, wiggling his toes, waiting for yixing to start.
as a warm hand caressed the arch of his foot and a melodic voice lulled his ears with the lyrics of a r&b song, he laid back against his pillow and started to slowly drift away...
the air around him smelled of coconuts and felt as warm affection on his skin.
"hyung", yixing called from somewhere above. his voice a low, hoarse whisper.
"mm..."
"let me take care of you."
minseok opened his eyes and looked at him, his face hovering close. their foreheads almost touching. yixing had his forearms supporting his body on the pillow in each side of the boy's head. his brown hair falling down with gravity. minseok thought he was beautiful...
"always."
his round eyes closed again and yixing kissed him. he kissed tenderly on the edge of his mouth, then with passion and pressure down on his lips.
the city hummed outside while minseok's fingers ghosted softly on yixing's back.
they watched the lights of the buildings in each other's embrace. yixing's face resting on top of minseok's, his arm around the boy's torso, under the fabric of his white mickey mouse t-shirt. the clock marked 00:03.
"do you think we will ever get tired?", he asked quietly at one point.
"of what?"
"life."
minseok thought about the question with heavy eyes.
yes, xing xing, we will...
he snuggled closer to yixing's chest and sighed.
"yes."
the other remained quiet as he weighted the answer in his head. his palm felt hot and tender on minseok's skin.
"but, xing xing..." the boy proceeded, holding yixing's hand over the fabric of his t-shirt. "whenever we feel tired, both mentally and physically, let's just come back to this night..."
yixing chuckled with affection, pressing his lips on minseok's shoulder and smiling. "will you let me hold you in my arms again, minnie?"
minseok broke a smile of his own and looked at the misty sky. he breathed slowly, his mind focusing on nothing more than the warmth coming from yixing's body and heart. he yawned sleepily and closed his eyes.
"xing xing, i will."
