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And Yet

Pairing: Lee Minho x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 5.53k

Includes: mentions of other members, Soonie, Doongie and Dori

Warnings: suggestive themes (just one line really), minor injury (a glass cut, nothing too serious or detailed!), playful banter that might come off as a enemies to lovers but I swear this is menaces in love

Synopsis: A recollection of your relationship with Minho.

Notes: here’s me playing myself by thinking this would be a quick blurb to write lmao. This is inspired by the movie Set It Up (2018). I would recommend checking it out, not for the sake of this fic but for a good time really. Also THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 200 FOLLOWERS??? I really don’t deserve it with how inactive I am here, or how little I post original work. But thank you guys!!

“You’re grumpy when you wake up.”  

Sunlight peeking through the curtains was never an odd instance, especially since Minho liked to have the window ajar at night, the night breeze moving the curtains aside while you both met in your dreams. Something about “drowning in your hair” or “becoming a heater on foot” or something along the lines, his excuse changed each time on why he had the habit. And come the morning, the first rays of sunlight almost always woke you up, rendering your attempts at going back to sleep useless. For Minho, though, it was a welcome experience. He liked the experience: he would let the rays of light kiss his skin and warm him up until the heat became uncomfortable, then he would just get up and begin his day, not without leaving a kiss on your forehead, or waking you up along the way if you had something planned.  

This morning too, your sleep was rudely interrupted when a certain angle allowed the light to hit you directly in the face, a groan leaving your slightly dry lips. Throwing your hip to the other side, you moved to seek refuge in the chest of your lover, only to find his side of the bed empty. A wandering hand, over where his body would be soon proved that the sheets were still somewhat warm. As your senses slowly came back to you, a faint sound of the faucet running from the bathroom confirmed that he began his morning routine, either brushing his teeth or washing his face.  

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