me, with you
They are laid in bed, tired and exhausted from a full day of schedules and a double sex session. Minho stroked the back of Onew's neck, playing with the ends of brown hair. He leans in close, lips hovering over the exposed skin of Onew's neck, and then he gently presses his lips to the chilly skin.
This is how they usually fall asleep, Onew tucked into Minho's protective arms, while Onew tangles his cold feet into Minho's warm sock-covered ones.
One morning, Minho wakes to a cluster of pillows and blankets beside him, and nothing else. He reaches out and rakes his fingers through the fabric, sighing, as he feels the residue of warmth still remaining.
Minho finds Onew in the kitchen.
Onew leaning against the counter, back to Minho, hand wrapped around a warm cup of tea.
Minho weaves his arms around Onew's firm waist, inhaling the intoxicating scent of Onew's shampoo.
Onew isn't startled with Minho's approach; instead he threads his fingers with Minho’s.
"Let's get a dog." Onew starts. "We can move into a house, with a big backyard, for the dog, and we can have private picnics there, without any prying eyes. Just the two of us."
Minho hums. "That sounds nice."
Onew places the cup on the counter, turns around, leaning into Minho. He looks up from beneath his lashes. "We can have loud, noisy, sex without any complaints from band members." Onew placed his forehead against Minho’s.
"We can decorate the walls with photo frames," said Minho. "Get a queen bed, instead of single ones like in the dorms."
Onew wraps his arms around Minho's neck. Kissing him tenderly, pushing his fingers in Minho's slightly tangled hair.
Minho moves his hands, to rest in the back pockets of Onew's sweats. He releases Jinki's lips.
"Let's go look at houses," Minho whispers, against Onew's lips, slightly delirious with fantasies projected in his mind. "We can have a big back yard, one with a good strong tree that we can attach a swing to."
Onew laughs, "And make snowmen in the winter." says Onew, "And have barbecues in the summer."
Minho traces his thumbs underneath Onew's t-shirt, circling over the soft warm skin, lips pressed at the shell of Onew's ear. "Let's buy a house, yeah?"