Along your steps | MINSUNG

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You might have heard tons of praises for rain. There are so many poetries written about it. However, mornings after rain are often ignored. They are so underrated. Those mornings are always special. The earthy smell, the chirping of birds, the tiny droplets on the leaves, the wet roads, the not so intimidating sun.  Everything feels so magical. On the top of it, if an euphonic song wakes you up, you don't desire for anything more. You feel like you've lived enough if you were able to experience such serenity. You feel happy for no reason. You smile a bit more for no reason. World looks a bit better than the previous days for no reason.

Two bodies tangled with each other were lying on a bed in the Lee family unaware of everything in the world. It seemed that this cruel world wasn't able to corrupt their souls yet. The faces had peace. The heartbeats were in rhythm. Their chest rose and fell together. One would think that they were yet to face the real world, the one which is harsh and brutal. Only those two individuals knew how the society had already scarred them, probably for ever.

It was half past seven when eyes of one of them fluttered open. His eyes went to the open window to see the beautiful sky view which was still a bit cloudy. He smiled a little. He wanted to get up to go to the washroom but there was a weight on his body which restricted him. Han shifted his face a bit to see what was restricting him only to find Minho hugging his waist while his face was snuggled on to Han's neck. Goosebumps sprang all over his body. He could feel the younger's breath tickling his neck. The worst part was that he could feel the other's lips almost brushing on the conjunction between his neck and his shoulder blade which was a weak spot for him.  It made him feel 'weird'. He attempted to remove the younger's hand off him. The keyword here, ladies and gentlemen, was attempted. Despite of his sleep, Minho had tight grip on Han's waist.

Han bit his lips and tried to remove Minho's hand again. This time success was almost in his basket until Minho pulled him back in a tighter hug, Han now laying on top of Minho and their legs still tangled. Han rolled his eyes and faced Minho with a sigh.

This was the first time Han noticed Minho's features that closely and that intimately. He took his time admiring Minho's every single feature. He so badly wanted to touch those eyes that he had started to admire or those eyelashes that were gently lying on his cheeks or that perfect nose or those beautiful lips which was tempting him to do something sinful. Thankfully, he was conscious enough to know that it would look very creepy if Minho wakes up and catches him touching his face. He turned his head to see the time and tries to wake Minho up again.

"Minho! Please let me go"

Unsuccessful.

"Min! Wake up please. I need to go to washroom."

Unsuccessful.

He tried to remove his hand again.

Unsuccessful.

"Don't blame me then!" Han somehow managed to get his face near Minho's ear.

"LEE MINHOOOO!!!!! JOONIE HYUNG IS CALLING YOU"

"Wha- where- Hyung I'm so sorry I was about to wak- HYUNG WHAT THE HELL" Minho threw a pillow towards Han who was now laughing on the other side of the bed.

"Stop laughing!!" Minho pouted with a frown.

" Gosh! Honestly, Why are you guys so scared of him? He is like a cinnamon roll." Han said after calming down.

"Huhhh! He only acts sweet towards you. He is a Satan for us. He literally threatens us during the practices."

"Ayyy! He just wants you guys to improve so he is a bit strict and when is he "sweet" to me. He'd only bicker with me everytime we meet otherwise he is good to everyone."

"Please! It's you who think so. You are the only one he is good to. He literally told me once that if i mess up the dance once more, the next omelette I'll have would be made of my own eggs."

"Um- he is just dumb. He doesn't know how to motivate, that's all." Han tried to defend his friend.

Before Minho could contradict Han's statement, the elder's phone rang. It was basically his mom asking him when he'd arrive as she was missing him. While Han was on call, Minho started to look around the room waiting for Han to disconnect the call so he can continue arguing.

While looking at the room, his eyes stopped at one point and his eyes went as wide as saucers and his mouth gaped open. He felt all the colour drain down his body. He was now just praying for his well being after today.

"Min! What happened? You look pale" Minho get back to his sense after hearing Han's voice.

"Hyung, i- I'm so sorry. I don't know h-how it happened"

"What are you talking about? "

Minho said nothing and just pointed towards the mirror on the left of Han. Han hesitatingly looked at the mirror and now it was his turn to get shocked. There were a  few dark purple marks on the right side of his neck where Minho's face was there a few minutes ago.

"LEEEE MINHOOOOOO , RUN BEFORE I KILL YOU, YOU CATPOOP"

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