“Hyung..” Seungmin whispers, the atmosphere still too soft and quiet to dare break. He trailed up and down the other’s back, tracing each divot and bump with his fingers. Minho didn’t react, still in deep in sleep.
“Hyung. You’re heavy.” he repeats, this time a little louder and all he gets is a whine and Minho turning his head to face the other way.
Jisung rethinks the relationship he has with the man who saved his life.