Minseok breathed slowly and deeply, in a very pleasant looking sleep state. He was just lying in his bed, in the same position he landed hours ago. He feel asleep incredibly quickly, leaving Luhan with no one to talk to.

But Luhan didn’t mind. He was having a very enjoyable time just watching Minseok’s still body. The man was beautiful, and no one could convince Luhan otherwise.

He’d never tell anyone, but before going to sleep, he had grown a habit of admiring Minseok’s sleeping figure. Going through every feature of his face, admiring the lean muscles he could see. Sometimes Luhan felt a need to caress him. He never dared to, and probably never would, but he often wished to delicately run his fingers down the bridge of Minseok’s nose, and lightly squeeze one of his adorable cheeks.

And even with all the things he wanted to do but couldn’t, Luhan felt very pleased just by staring for a few minutes, maybe an hour.  That was enough for him.

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