{drabble} nightmares; 2min
nightmares.
2min
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"Hyung?", Taemin whispered, his face next to Minho's sleeping one.
Minho stirred a moment before peeking through his lids sleepily. After registering that it was Taemin that had awoken him, he perched himself up on one elbow and rubbed at his eyes. His hair was in disarray yet Taemin thought he'd never seen Minho look so.... god-like. The moonlight crept in through the slightly cracked curtain, letting a sliver of silver light fall upon Minho's face.
"H-Hyung... I had a bad dream...", Taemin said softly as to not wake the others that were sleeping soundly in their beds.
Minho heard the obvious distress in the magnae's voice. Minho studied Taemin's face, spotting small tears forming at the corner of his large eyes.
"Mhm.", Minho nodded, wiggling backwards and adjusting his postion.
Taemin immediately climbed into the now-vacant spot and snuggled into the older boy's chest. Minho wrapped his arm around Taemin's waist, pulling him close enough to feel Taemin's soft curls tickle his chin, the aroma of his strawberry scented shampoo filling Minho's nose. Minho's lips turned upwards in small smile, a feeling of warmth filling his stomach. Taemin rested his hands against Minho's chest, slightly clutching the other's shirt.
"Goodnight, Hyung.", Taemin whispered, his warm breath grazed Minho's collar bones.
" 'Night.", Minho said smiling to himself again. Nightmares aren't so bad, Minho thought. At least when Taemin has them.
2min
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"Hyung?", Taemin whispered, his face next to Minho's sleeping one.
Minho stirred a moment before peeking through his lids sleepily. After registering that it was Taemin that had awoken him, he perched himself up on one elbow and rubbed at his eyes. His hair was in disarray yet Taemin thought he'd never seen Minho look so.... god-like. The moonlight crept in through the slightly cracked curtain, letting a sliver of silver light fall upon Minho's face.
"H-Hyung... I had a bad dream...", Taemin said softly as to not wake the others that were sleeping soundly in their beds.
Minho heard the obvious distress in the magnae's voice. Minho studied Taemin's face, spotting small tears forming at the corner of his large eyes.
"Mhm.", Minho nodded, wiggling backwards and adjusting his postion.
Taemin immediately climbed into the now-vacant spot and snuggled into the older boy's chest. Minho wrapped his arm around Taemin's waist, pulling him close enough to feel Taemin's soft curls tickle his chin, the aroma of his strawberry scented shampoo filling Minho's nose. Minho's lips turned upwards in small smile, a feeling of warmth filling his stomach. Taemin rested his hands against Minho's chest, slightly clutching the other's shirt.
"Goodnight, Hyung.", Taemin whispered, his warm breath grazed Minho's collar bones.
" 'Night.", Minho said smiling to himself again. Nightmares aren't so bad, Minho thought. At least when Taemin has them.