Fics like Kim Seungmin’s Guide on how to perfectly cut soft peaches

"Seungmin." There are fingers gripping his shoulder, his arm; shaking. Seungmin hums and forces his eyes open, squints at the dark ceiling in confusion. It’s not day yet. There’s no sunlight streaming in through the gaps in the curtains. Why is he awake? The shaking doesn't cease. "Seungmin-ah," Felix says again and it's only then that he realises who it is that is shaking him. Immediately, Seungmin sits up. "Wha's wrong?" he asks, words slurred and voice deep with sleep. He's scowling at Felix's vague, blurry outline, but can't really see his face, just the fuzzy shape of his messy pixie cut. "Are you hurting somewhere? Is everything okay?" Before Felix can respond, he turns to the lamp on his bedside table and switches it on, illuminating Felix's round face, puffy with sleep, and pouty lips. He too, looks tired. Beyond exhausted, but soft and warm in a way that never fails to pull at Seungmin's heartstrings. "I want soft peaches," Felix declares. Seungmin takes care of his pregnant mate.

Fics like Kim Seungmin’s Guide on how to perfectly cut soft peaches

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