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Suddenly, breathing feels more like inhaling thick syrup...He blames the slip up on his still half-asleep mind (Mingyu does look really nice though with that bed-head hair and wide dewy eyes).

Mingyu just laughs though, throaty and light, as his blush calms down till it's just a dusting of pink across his tanned cheeks. Wonwoo prefers Mingyu's laugh over every song they've done so far honestly, and wow, when did he become so cheesy?

     “You're different in the morning.”

Wonwoo watches as Mingyu swipes his tongue across his bottom lip.

     “Am I?”  

A/N: Cross posted from my Tumblr, a meanie fic that's slightly on the ambiguous side and Wonwoo is basically me when I wake up. Please don't forget to comment/subscribe  because I feed on love!