spring is here again | skz | minlix | greek mythology au

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Minho actually fell asleep pretty quickly.

The sleep came like a velvet blanket, heavy and black.

And warm.

Too warm.

Uneasily, half awake, he tossed around, entangling himself in his bed sheet.

He was feeling weirdly hot all of a sudden, his body temperature way too high.

With a gasp, Minho woke up, drenched in sweat, bed sheets sticking to his skin.

The room seemed oddly coloured, lines moving with Minho's gaze.

Felix was sitting on the edge of his bed, wearing a bathrobe and smiling down on the other.

'What the fuck' Minho spluttered, startled. 'What are you doing here?'

'Couldn't sleep' Felix shrugged.

The movement resulted in one side of the robe slipping down, revealing a freckled shoulder.

Felix's tattoos seemed to be alive, wringing over his skin.

'And then you decided to come here and watch me sleep?'

Felix's dubious smile widened.

'You're attractive when you sleep'

That was such a weird thing to say. Minho chose to ignore it.

He shook his head, trying to fight himself out of his sheets.

'I don't think I take your tea well, Felix. I'm feeling all weird'

The younger's face lit up.

'Maybe I can help you feel better'

He tapped his fingers against his lips while Minho stared at him bewildered.

'Felix, what? Are you alright? What do you mean?'

'Let's find out'

With that, he stood up and crawled onto the bed, sitting on top of Minho.

'Whoa- whoa! What the hell Felix?!'

The older's hands landed on his hips automatically, trying to subtly push him away.

It wasn't working.

'Felix..!?'

Without acknowledging him further, the younger started to open his bathrobe.

'Goddamn what are you doing?!'

Minho was quick to snatch his hands away, holding them in the air.

Felix laid his head to the side, irritated.

'Don't you want me to make you feel good?'

'Oh my god, Felix, no, no, not like that-'

'But you want it-'

'No!'

'Yes you do'

'I don't'

'Yes you do' he said again, grinning.

Minho looked away.

'I shouldn't'

'But', Felix leaned towards him, 'you. Do.'

The younger grabbed his chin to make him meet his gaze.

Minho felt dizzy.

Felix's image was blurred, his floral scent unusually overpowering.

The god blinked rapidly, hoping to clear his vision. And mind. And everything.

Suddenly, the god of spring was razor-sharp again - his bathrobe somehow replaced by a fancy white shirt that was almost entirely translucent.