minghao woke up when a heavy pressure was placed onto his fragile body. he opened his eyes, getting temporarily blinded by the sun shining through the window. he glanced down at his chest, sighing softly.
mingyu was laying on his chest, his head snuggled into his arm. his hair was facing every which way, causing the younger boy to smile.
passing a hand through his hair, minghao smiled. 'good morning,' he said, getting a wince from the other.
'please, don't talk? my head hurts,' mingyu whispered, hugging his waist tightly.
he nodded, continuing to caress his head. having mingyu laying in between his legs, his head on his chest, snuggling into his arm made him feel all tingly inside. a good tingly feeling.
he could get used to it.
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i'm f u c k i n g sick! kill me rip
