𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚛
with @han-minsun
The warm morning rays of the sun tapped at his eyelids, making him let out a small hum as he shifted burying his face further into his pillow to try and block it out. Distantly noting that it was usual for him to sleep in but dismissing the idea just as quickly. Clearly he needed the rest. Although when did his pillow get hair? His arm flexed. When did his pillow get abs? Oh no.
Cracking an eye open, he tried to blink away the blur over the world before giving up. Recognizing among the blobs that he wasn’t in his room and knew exactly where he was. He didn’t even have the excuse of being drunk anymore why did this keep happening? That was a stupid question, he knew why.
Feeling the reason start to stir, he almost wondered if he could get away with pretending to be asleep to avoid the whole next morning song and dance. Right, he was in Minsun’s bed, he couldn’t exactly just wait him out. This bed was so nice though. Indulgence was a cruel temptress and had him shifting, curling into Minsun’s back just a little more. “Five more minutes,” he grumbled, voice gravelly and rough with sleep.