Hazy pastel morning light shining through the cracks in the window blinds,

Limbs tangled in other limbs and blankets and clothes,

Baby hairs prickling skin and breaths ghosting across a cheek,

Lips barely grazing collarbones and a head nuzzled in the crook of a neck.
 

This was Luhan's favorite time of the day, barely waking up, Minseok cuddled into his arms.