The sun was up, the backyard, previously green from the grass, was covered in white and so were you and Mingi, sleeping under fluffy white blankets, warmth emanating from both bodies and keeping the place comfortable. You were lying on your side, Mingi's arm loosely wrapped around your waist and his chest barely touched your back. Your breaths were even, nothing but calmness and good dreams keeping you perfectly asleep.
Unfortunately, your peaceful rest was interrupted by the alarm clock, which neither of you knew why it was ringing, so when the sound blared through the silent room, it scared you and made Mingi groan, rolling to the other side and tugging on the blanket. You stretched your arm to reach the object and slapped its button, wanting peace and a few more minutes to sleep.
โ Why would you set the alarm to ring at a weekend? โ His voice was muffled and way deeper than normal, making it almost hard to understand what he was saying.
โ I don't know, maybe I was planning on doing something that I canโt remember. โ You lay on your back and put your arm over your eyes. Thankfully, the window was closed, so the room was still dark.
โ If you canโt remember, it wasnโt important. โ Mingi rolled back, lay on you and positioned his leg between yours and his head on your chest.
You were feeling a little crushed and breathing was a bit difficult, but you didn't have the heart to tell him to move, as the position was too comfortable for both. So you start running one hand through his bed hair and the other on his shoulder, hearing his appreciation humming.
โ I suppose you're right, babe. Wanna have breakfast?
Mingi did not even waste saliva to answer you, he just lifted his head and looked you dead in the eyes while squeezing his arms around your smaller body.
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