spring is here again | skz | minlix | greek mythology au

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Slow kisses showered Minho's shoulders.

They were silent, not a single noise to be heard in the whole room.

Felix's hands had rested on his lower back. One now moved to Minho's side, then around him to touch his bare stomach.

The older skipped a breath.

Felix pulled their torsos closer together, his lips wandering up Minho's neck towards his ear.

His thumb gently brushed over the other's scar.

This wasn't massaging anymore.

Though Minho didn't know what it was otherwise.

Felix never made any sense.

The younger's hand was warm on his stomach, butterflies bubbling inside of him.

Felix then stopped every movement, staying still in their close position.

His head was close enough that Minho felt his breath, that some hair tickled his skin.

For a few long heartbeats they just sat close, breathing together, Felix's hand warm on Minho's scar.

'Do you ever think about hugging me again?' the blonde murmured into his ear.

Minho shivered from the dark rough vibration of his voice.

Did he?

Hell yes.

He could barely think of something else.

He swallowed.

'Do you ever think about kissing me again, princess?'

For a second, nothing happened.

Another second.

Felix pulled his head back a few inches.

'...let's not' he said, distancing himself from Minho.

The older used the newly created space to finally turn around and look at Felix.

His expression was indecipherable.

He looked serious, troubled, but also unbelievably sad and desperate.

Or something entirely else and nothing of the above.

Minho didn't know.

He laid his hand on Felix's arm to prevent him from moving further away.

'But how about we do?'

The younger's eyes jumped back and forth between Minho's.

He swallowed at the stern gaze.

'I- I mean not actually do it, not actually kissing' he stammered. 'Just.. I don't know. Talking about it - acknowledging it at least'

Felix's expression didn't change at all.

'What do you wanna talk about there?'

'Why?'

'No way'

The blonde turned further away, somehow overwhelmed by everything.

'Wait. Felix'

He halted.

His eyes locked on Minho's hand on his arm, jaw working.

They were silent a few heartbeats long.

'I suggest you to take your hands off me'

Oh, Minho had missed Felix's random mood swings.

Mostly swinging to anger.