Why So Lonely? || Minsung 1/3 ✔️

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I woke up to a small whimper. Opening my eyes, I look down to what I was holding and realized that Minho was sleeping softly in my chest. Fuck, he's so cute.

If he was sleeping, who whimpered? It couldn't have been me, could it? I sighed, not remembering if I had a nightmare or not. I didn't think I did. It doesn't matter.

I look back toward the sleeping figure, admiring him from above. His hair was tousled, his lips were dry, but his breaths were even and calm. Thank god for that.

After last night, I wasn't sure if he was going to be okay to sleep. My eyes scan his wounds, only being able to see half of them. The cut on his lip would need some chapstick in order not to crack and bleed. His cheekbone wound was covered with an Olaf plaster, and there was a light bruising around it.

My arms tightened around him, not wanting him to fall off when I readjusted my position. I scooted up a bit further, having my back touch the mattress more instead of on my side.

Minho stayed sound asleep. I bet he was exhausted. I reach over, carefully grasping my phone to see what time it was.

7:18 am

My mom won't be coming home until maybe noon. I'm really glad she wasn't home last night, or it would've been hectic to explain to her what happened. I wonder why Minho didn't go to his own parents though. They seem like they'd take care of him. So why did he come here?

"Mm... Sung?" Minho mumbles, catching me off guard.

I look at him, his eyes still closed, "yes?"

"Can you message my dad off of my phone?" He mutters, too sleepy to get up.

"Sure, sunshine," I say before reaching over him to grab his phone. "What's your password?"

"Angel."

I stare at him, my breath being held. It was his phone password and his lock screen. That's a normal thing for couples, but it caught me off guard.

I unlock his phone, opening the messages. I type out a quick, 'hey dad, I stayed at a friend's house after work. sorry for not calling last night.'

Setting the phone back down, I slide my arm under the warm blankets. My free arm wraps around his torso, cuddling him further. I usually felt really small compared to him, but he looked so tiny in my arms. Everyone has a soft side. Even Minho.

The warmth radiating from our bodies was comforting. It was like heaven. Not too warm and not too cold. It was soothing. I felt good about being able to hold him.

I nuzzled my face in his hair, breathing in the fresh scent. Resting my head back on the pillow, I let myself drift off once more.