𖤐┆Lee Minho

It was three in the afternoon; they had been inside that bus all day. The journey to the camp was too long; Minho could no longer feel his legs or half of his body. But Jisung was perfectly happy sitting on the older man's lap; there weren't enough seats for everyone, so some had to share their seats. Jisung hummed a little song and squirmed in Minho's lap; he was very happy, unlike that boy who was sweating even though it was cold and had a grimace on his face. Minho fiddled with the waistband of his boyfriend's coat, trying to distract himself with anything. "Sweetheart, you're very restless."

Minho murmured, snuggling his face into the younger boy's neck.