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Seungmin felt like he was floating. He was curled up in bed, a warm body was pressed up against his naked back, legs tangled with his. The person behind him had their arm thrown over Seungmin's side to pull him flush against their chest. It felt good, warm.
Minho's hand was clasped in Seungmin's opposing one as he rubbed his thumb over the latter's. Minho's nose was also pressing against the nape of Seungmin's neck, periodically letting out soft breathes that sent shivers down his spine.
They had been cuddling for half an hour now, both being huge on post-sex cuddles despite both claiming that any form of physical touch was way down on their list of aftercare rituals.
It's not that they're embarrassed. It's just that Minho wanted to keep the memories of soft gazes and gentle love to himself; Seungmin wanted to keep Minho to himself. The less others know, the better. Possessive in their own ways, really.
(But their friends would still catch glimpses. Minho and Seungmin were actually quite terrible at hiding their affection for each other. If their friends noticed Seungmin and Minho subtly linking pinkies, they never said anything.)
Around half an hour had passed before Seungmin decided it was time to get up and make dinner. He tried lifting himself up into a sitting position, but it was hard with a second body latched onto his back. He cursed at gravity in his head for siding with the clingy creature (read: Minho).
Minho whined as he nuzzled into Seungmin's shoulder in retaliation. "Seung... can't we stay like this for a little longer?" Minho grumbled, still groggy.
"Minho hyung, let go. We need to get you dressed," Seungmin sighed, prying Minho's arms off of him long enough to finally push himself into a sitting position and swing his legs off the side of the bed.
He felt a weight lean against his back as Minho quickly latched back onto Seungmin, arms snaking back around his waist. Minho hooked his chin on Seungmin's left shoulder as he grumbled about wanting to cuddle longer.
Seungmin used his foot to grab clothes off the floor to pile onto the bed. Boxers, a stolen "Cat bless you" shirt from Chan, and grey jogger shorts from Changbin. Why Seungmin let Minho tap while wearing the horrendous combination of clothes he waltzed into his apartment in, Seungmin couldn't tell you.
Once all clothes were piled on the bed, he turned his head to find Minho still in a vegetative state, eyes closed as he clung tighter to Seungmin's waist in a death grip.
Seungmin couldn't help the snort that escaped him as he took in Minho's appearance.
"You look like mashed potato dog," Seungmin laughed. And it's true, he did. Messy, fluffy bed hair that was recently bleached blond, eyes closed tight, lips turned into a small pout. Seungmin's fingers twitched, wanting to grab Minho's face and squish his cheeks or something. Maybe a little bite on his cheek too. The cute aggression was getting to him. Instead, he lifted his finger to brush away some of the eye crusties on Minho's face.
"I'm not mashed potato dog... you're mashed potato dog..." Minho mumbled back, eyebrows now frowning, nose scrunched. So cute. Minho's so cute. "Aren't you going to dress me?"
Oh. Right. Seungmin had a mission.
That kicks Seungmin into action, pushing down the cute aggression urge to grab Minho's face and smoosh their cheeks together in favour of his current mission to get the boy in front of him dressed.
Seungmin detached Minho's arms once again and turned his body to fully face him. He watched as Minho blink-blink-blinked his eyes open, eyes locking on himself.
"Mansae," Seungmin said, raising both of his arms up. He could practically see the gears turning in Minho's head as he processed the command before slowly raising his arms up too.
"Mansae."
Grabbing the shirt from the pile of clothes, Seungmin fit both arm holes of the shirt around Minho's arms. He pushed Minho's head through the collar and watched as the latter's soft brown hair poofed out of the neck hole. He tugged the shirt down completely, smoothing the fabric down with his hands and humming in satisfaction.
He had grabbed Minho's boxers and was about to grab Minho's legs to help him shimmy them on when he heard chuckling.
"I really like this thing you do, dressing me back up after sex."
Seungmin freeezes, dropping the boxers. He looks at Minho, blinking. Suddenly there's static in his ear. "Isn't it something that everybody does?"
Minho shook his head. "No, puppy. You're the only person I know who dresses their partner back up after sex. It's nice though, I like it."
Seungmin blinked aggressively back at Minho. He was baffled, too stunned to speak. Hundreds of thoughts instantly ran through his head.
"I'm the only that does this? Don't people get cold after sex? Minho has never had a partner who dressed him up after sex? Wait he talks about this with others? Who is he talking about this with? Is this not normal? Is it weird? Oh my gosh it's weird isn't it-"
"Puppy, stop, bad boy. I can practically hear your overthinking.
Seungmin slapped his hand over his chest as he gasped dramatically. "Hey! I'm not a bad boy!" A pause. "But really, hyung, is it weird-"
Minho slapped both of his hands on Seungmin's cheeks, stopping him from saying more by smooshing his face to make him lips pout.
"Stop it, you're fine."
Seungmin whined as he tried to pry Minho's hands off his face.
"But Minho, hyung, it's- it's not weird right? I thought this was something everybody does after sex? Are you telling me I should stop-"
"For the love of-" Minho sighed as he smooshed Seungmin's cheeks again to cut off his rambling. "Seungmin, did you not hear what I said minutes ago? I really like it. Don't stop doing it, okay?"
Seungmin's frown deepened. He didn't get it.
"Hyung, I don't get it."
Minho chuckled as he finally let go of Seungmin's face. "That's okay, puppy, you don't have to get it. C'mon, I'm awake now. Let's finish putting on some clothes and find something to eat, yeah?"
That kickstarts Seungmin into picking Minho's boxers from his lap and helping him shimmy them on before handing Minho the jogger shorts. He then quickly put his own boxers and shirt back on, which was actually Minho's other cat-themed shirt (the 'CATS are my IDOL (join our @fanclub)' one) that he left last week.
Seungmin is pretty sure the shirt actually belonged to Chan. But what was Chan's was Minho's (they're roommates, anything and everything is free real estate), and what Minho is, is Seungmin's.
Just as he was about to reach down for his sweatpants, Seungmin suddenly feels Minho latch once more onto his back. He grunts from the additional body weight as Minho makes quick work to press light kisses on the back of his neck.
"Hyung! Get off so that I can put on my pants."
"What if I prefer you without the pants?"
Seungmin sighed. "Hyung, please, I'm kind of really, really hungry right now and would really like to cook with pants on." As if on cue, his stomach let out a rumble.
"Alright," Minho said before he bit Seungmin's shoulder ("Ow- hey!") and pulled away.
Wanting to get back at the older, Seungmin quickly shimmied his sweats on before turning to launch his body at Minho. Caught off guard, Minho's arms instinctively went up in a "surrending" standing, allowing Seungming to wrap his arms around Minho's neck as they both fell back onto the bed.
Seungmin sighed contentedly as he nuzzled his head against Minho's stomach. Minho was obviously fit from years of being a dancer, but most of the muscle was in his thighs. While he had a strong core (he had to, of course), his stomach still had a layer of squishy that Seungmin loved.
He gazed up, locking eyes with Minho who blink-blink-blinked back. Feeling like he deserved headpats for being a good boyfriend, he grabbed Minho's left hand and placed on the crown of his head. He tapped Minho's hand twice to get across the message that headpats were in order.
Minho scoffed as he gently carded his fingers through Seungmin's hair, briefly scratching the latter's scalp as if he were a cat.
"What happened to being 'really, really hungry,' hmm?"
"Hmm, I don't know, hyung. Like most people, I happen to think that you're quite the snack. Maybe a bite of you will satisfy my cravings?" Seungmin teased as he blinked up at Minho, big boba eyes and all, bright and twinkling.
Minho quickly shoved Seungmin's face away, ears flushed scarlet red.
"You- d-don't look at me with those eyes!"
Seungmin chuckled as he finally let go on his hold on Minho's waist and got up from the bed. "Fine, okay. But I'm expecting you for dessert."
Minho chucked a pillow in retaliation.
"Kim Seungmin, when I get my hands on you...!"
"Oh boy, I wonder what we should have for dinner!"
"Hey! Listen to me, you brat!"
Seungmin ran out the bedroom, laughing while Minho scrambled to get off the bed and chase after him.
"You know what? You're stinky! You and your stinky "dressing your partner back up after sex" thing, stinky!" Minho shouted.
Seungmin ignored Minho's claims, knowing the older always reduced to the attitude of a jealous first grader who got his favorite crayon (dandelion, if you must know) stolen by another kid.
"Yeah, yeah, and you said like five minutes ago that you really liked my stinky "dressing your partner back up after sex," so that must clearly say something about your trash taste," Seungmin retaliated. He didnt even need to look back to see Minho dramatically gasp.
Seungmin chuckled to himself. Maybe he didn't have anything to worry about after all.
After all, he's the one who gets to undress Minho in the first place.