minho was tired. he was just too tired.
the said boy let out a sigh and ran his hand through his neat, dirty blond hair.
he was all minho could think about.
minho missed him.
he missed him far too much for his own good.
he wanted to stop thinking about him
and his shiny orbs which always managed to capture minho,
his squirrel like cheeks,
his fluffy hair which minho's hands craved the feeling of,
his touch which could calm minho down no matter what the situation may be,
how perfectly both of their hands fit together,
and most importantly, his lips. oh how badly minho wishes he could kiss his lips one more time.
he wanted to stop thinking about him.
but no matter how hard minho tried, he couldn't.
21/11/2018
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