As quiet snores slip out through closed doors, tired, restless tousles in bed rustling sheets, a small silhouette is highlighted against the pale walls pouring black coffee into a mug as the clock hands turn to strike at three. Because for Minseok, the ever present accompaniment to his midnight escapades of long, sleepless nights was long gone and everything wasn’t as it should be, he should be able to help and be of use but he couldn’t. So he was left to replace the blood in his veins with hot coffee lacking milk, left holding the pieces in even as they threatened to cascade in a waterfall of tingling glass, a spray of jagged edges fanning out.

That was until warm fingers decided to enclose his ice cold palms, rubbing some warmth and spreading soothing balm over his coffee stained skin at 3 in the morning.

A/N: I apologise for the hiatus. Exams turned up uwu. Ok so hopefully this didn't turn out too bad althought it's kinda short oh well...