Fics like freefall

He talked like the sound of rain against a window on a late summer evening, like his voice was a soothing cup of hot chocolate, and he smelled of warm evenings and driving with the roof down, he was the wind in Minho’s hair and the tender touch of home; he was the timid hand that tugged on the long sleeve of the t-shirt he slept in to convince him to stay, shy but brazen at the same time; Chan was the push and pull, making up rules only to break them, the good son but a bad boy in the way he smiled, and Minho briefly thought that maybe he should have expected that Chan was a heartbreaker. Minho tentatively lied down next to him, instinctively turning on his side so they wouldn’t face each other. That would be too much for him, especially when he was only now starting to come to terms that he was falling for Bang Chan, his husband of two months. Or, the one with an arranged marriage where both parties have a massive crush on each other but pretend like they don't.

Fics like freefall

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