Lu Han rolls onto his stomach and gets up on his elbows, yawning and pushing his hair from his face to stare blearily at the wall. "Jongin," he croaks, hand snaking beneath the blanket covering his boyfriend's shoulders. "C'mon, wake up." He rubs the bare skin shoulder to shoulder, pushing Jongin with gentle rocks that are more likely to keep him asleep than wake him up.

Sighing, Lu Han sits up with his back to the wall and moves his hand to Jongin's hair. It's silky from his shower last night, and the hair on his crown is cool from him sleeping on his stomach. As he's running his fingers through the soft curls, however, something beneath the blankets—near Jongin's thighs—starts to move.