(Dedicated to my same taste chingu Mari, first
shittyattempt to ‘write’? Ty Quita pie for making sure it made sense. Inspired by it’s namesake by Jhené Aiko)
Minho rolls over to check his phone, 9:16 am, at this point he’d usually have his assistant bring over his second coffee of the day and finish up with emails. The groan that’s emitted from behind him brings him back to his current ‘state of affairs’ and he has to admit this slight deviation from his routine is probably a little better.
Jonghyun cracks an eye open and finds himself staring directly at Minho‘s smiling face. He breaks into a sleepy grin, “Morning” he croaks slightly. He rubs at his eyes, willing the sleep away, “What time is it?”