⋆ 🦢 in every room? ; l.mh

                                    

                                          

Smut
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You and Minho decided to go on vacation and rent out a villa for a week but you didn't think that he would propose that idea for the first day?
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  The warmth of the tropical breeze hit you the moment you stepped out of the airport, the scent of the ocean filling your senses. It was exactly the type of getaway you and Minho needed—a private villa tucked away from everything and everyone, just the two of you. No schedules, no phones constantly buzzing, no distractions. Just peace.
  But even with all of that in mind, the weight of the flight was still pressing down on you like a ton of bricks. Jet lag wasn't just knocking at the door—it had kicked it wide open and was settling in your bones. You yawned for what felt like the hundredth time, feeling your eyelids droop.
  "I can practically hear you yawning from over here," Minho teased as he pulled the last of your bags out of the trunk of the cab. He slammed it shut and stretched, groaning softly. "Come on, babe, don't fall asleep just yet. We haven't even made it inside."
  You rolled your eyes, grabbing your carry-on as you trailed after him. "I'm not that tired," you lied, feeling your legs grow heavier with each step toward the villa entrance. "I just need a little nap when we get inside, that's all."
  Minho flashed you a playful smirk, his eyes glinting with that mischief you knew all too well. "Right. A little nap. You mean, like, twelve hours of uninterrupted sleep?"
  "I'm serious!" you insisted, though the way your body was begging to just collapse into bed wasn't exactly helping your case. "I'll just close my eyes for a bit. You won't even notice."
  He unlocked the door to the villa and held it open for you with a flourish. "After you, princess."
  The inside of the villa was gorgeous—exactly what you'd imagined when Minho had first suggested the idea. High ceilings, wide glass windows that opened up to a view of the ocean, and sleek, modern furniture that somehow still managed to feel cozy. And best of all, it was completely private. No one around for miles, just the two of you and the sound of the waves crashing in the distance.
  You dropped your bags by the door and made a beeline for the massive bed in the center of the room. The sheets looked like heaven, soft and inviting, and you couldn't resist flopping onto it, your limbs sprawled out as you sank into the mattress with a satisfied sigh.
  "Jet lag is killing me," you mumbled, your face buried in the pillow.
  Minho followed you into the bedroom, laughing softly as he kicked off his shoes and joined you on the bed, laying down beside you. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close, and you could feel the warmth of his body seeping into yours. It was comforting, familiar, and despite how tired you were, you couldn't help but relax even more in his arms.
  You were content for all of two minutes, the peaceful silence settling over you like a blanket, before Minho broke it with a groan.
  "Seriously, babe?" His voice was laced with mock annoyance as he peered over your shoulder. "We just got here, and you're already glued to your phone?"
  You glanced down, realizing you'd instinctively pulled out your phone and started scrolling through social media without even thinking about it. "What? I'm just checking a few things."
  Minho clicked his tongue disapprovingly, tightening his grip on you. "You've been on that thing all day. We're supposed to be on vacation, remember?"
  You smirked, turning your head to look at him. "Oh, you mean like you when we were on the plane? You were playing that stupid game for hours."