“You sure you’re okay? You’re not usually this quiet.” More warmth pools low in Minseok’s belly. Some of it travels to his cheeks when he tries to will it all away.

“‘m fine. Think I’m just...tired. Or something,” he finally manages. He knows he’s probably muffled since he spoke directly into his knees, but the way Donghae nods in understanding reassures Minseok.

In which Donghae and Minseok have to play 7 minutes in heaven.