The frustration is audible in his groan, and he pushes on my shoulders again.
Big mistake, little maknae.
I grab his arm and I pull him to me until he falls to the bed. I haven't done this in a long time, but I pull him to me and wrap my arms around him like a pillow.
"Hyuuuuung! Let me go!" he says, obviously flustered. It's cute and he's not struggling so I pull him even tighter against me.
"Shhhh. Pillows aren't supposed to talk." I say snuggling my face into his neck and breathing his scent. Its the usual Taemin smell with a faint scent of banana milk.
Hmmmm, he smells so good...
I fight the urge to move my lips on his neck just to see what he tastes like. Being sick around Taemin is like being drunk; I can't control myself.
"But your soup! It'll get cold!"
"Shhhh, Pillow. Cuddle. Eat later." I say snuggling closer to him and breathing in some more of that dizzying scent of his.
*Can be read separately, but goes along with my other story "Weakness" (JongKey)*