Fics like that glittery, summery heat

“Well,” Lee Minho says, one eyebrow raised. “If it isn’t the two who have our entire community in a tizzy.” They’re standing on the front step of the Bang-Lee pack house, afternoon sun just starting to turn into evening twilight. Mingi is covered in sweat, fae glitter, and elvish necklaces. There’s a blue and white flower crown on his head that matches Wooyoung’s purple and black one. Rows and rows of beaded bracelets hang off his wrists and, at some point, he lost his shirt. Probably during the fae parade. Mingi doesn’t really remember anything from after they were invited onto one of the parade floats. Wooyoung beams from next to Mingi. He’s in pretty much the same state, but he still has his shirt, at least. “Hi, Minho-hyung!” The werepanther stares at them, unblinking. Mingi shrugs. “It didn’t happen.” “I can see that,” Minho steps back, opening the door all the way. “Well, come in. I’d rather have you here then running around the city at night.” “Thanks hyung!” Wooyoung bounds up the steps, dragging Mingi behind him. “You’re the best!” “I’m calling Seonghwa,” Minho yells after them, but Mingi barely pays attention. That’s future-him’s problem.

Fics like that glittery, summery heat

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