Jisung wakes him the next morning with a kiss and a wrinkle of his nose. "Forgot how sweet you smell in a proper preheat, hyung."
He yawns, turning on to his front to stretch. "Is it bad?"
"No, just different. Caught me off guard. Get yourself comfortable, hey? I'm gonna go shower."
Minho's close, he can tell - he gets up and tries to get dressed only to rotate through three outfits before giving up and curling back up in the nest with nothing, too warm and too sensitive to tolerate even his sweatpants. Even then, the nest doesn't feel quite right. He dismantles it
- remakes it - pulls it apart again -
Jisung stops him in the middle of checking whether one of his washable blankets is properly clean. "Darling, hey. Do I need to stay home today?"
late #wipwednesday for the timeline - I am a slow writer but by gods I am Writing
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