Fics like sleepovers in my bed

“What is this about?” Johnny asked. “It’s a Saturday and I woke up and you weren’t even in bed and it’s quarter past eight in the morning. Honestly, you’re scaring me a bit, can you at least tell me why,” Johnny inquired. He heard a light thump against the other side of the door and then the door gave a little. He leaned back as it pulled open just a bit, but it was enough. The smell of parchment, amber and fresh-cut roses was thick in the air, escaping the small room like someone had lit a candle and let it burn for hours in the enclosed space before letting it loose. The smell of amber was the thickest, coating the back of Johnny’s throat, lighting a fire in his stomach while the roses made his head fuzzy. He looked down, Renjun peering up at him through the crack in the door. “I told you you didn’t want me to,” Renjun said, a sigh tacking itself at the end of his sentence. “It started.” “Oh,” Johnny said, voice thick. “Do you… do you want help?” “No.”

Fics like sleepovers in my bed

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