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Hwanwoong stirred awake with furrowed brows, trying to understand when he managed to fall asleep. Crunching his nose and slowly opening his eyes he took in his surroundings.
Their common room in the dorm, around midday.
The first explained why his body hurt from an uncomfortable position, his knees pressed into the backrest and cheek sore. As Hwanwoong rubbed the skin of his face he felt the pattern of the cushions printed in.
The TV was still on, and not only that but it also showed the same show they were watching with Youngjo.
Youngjo.
They were lounging around together, weren't they?
Hwanwoong couldn't have been out for more than fifteen minutes, if the TV programme was anything to go by. He vividly remembered discussing the outfits of the hosts, he couldn't have dreamt that. Well, maybe he could have dreamt their conversation but not their cuddling. Not the way Youngjo laughed at his comments and pressed him closer to himself, their hands intertwined. Not the quick kisses he left into his hair.
However, now Youngjo was nowhere around.
As Hwanwoong dug a little more in his memory he recollected reclining onto Youngjo's lap as time went on. Gentle fingers carded through his hair, massaging his head. This must have lulled him to sleep.
Hwanwoong stretched his hands in the opposite directions as he made a small satisfied grunt. Even though the nap was short, it was refreshing and he did feel less sleepy. Though, he wouldn't mind sleeping more when Youngjo would come back.
It was a lazy Sunday, unusual for them but welcome nonetheless. Dongju and Dongmyeong went to the shop to buy a present for their parents for their upcoming trip home and Keonhee dragged Geonhak and Seoho with him to the supermarket because 'he wasn't about to lift those bags'. Funny enough, Geonhak could manage to bring all the groceries himself but Seoho was bored and he wasn't about to miss the chance to annoy Geonhak.
Hwanwoong didn't mind staying at home because it meant that he and Youngjo had some alone time. In between promotions and tight schedules it was nice to spend your free time either doing absolutely nothing or making out.
He was about to stand up when he heard a noise coming from the kitchen.
"Hyung?" called Hwanwoong.
Youngjo appeared from behind the corner, making a sound akin to a cat being stirred awake.
"I'm here, Woongie, I just wanted to make tea," Youngjo said but he didn't return to the kitchen. Instead, he shuffled closer and sat at the edge of the couch with his hand gently touching Hwanwoong's shoulder.
"Mm, I thought you went away," Hwanwoong pulled the blanket closer to himself.
Youngjo moved his hand to stroke Hwanwoong's cheek, trying to smooth the irritated skin.
"I'm here," quietly said Youngjo, using his other hand to cover Hwanwoong's palms.
"I woke up and you were nowhere around," Hwanwoong said with a pout, not the serious one but the one he knew melted Youngjo's heart.
"Sorry," Youngjo smiled sheepishly and leaned in to leave a kiss on his forehead.
"And on the nose," murmured Hwanwoong.
Youngjo laughed with that breathy laugher of his, so light and gentle it was like a warm kind wind on a quiet summer evening.
"Sure," Youngjo kissed his nose.
Hwanwoong tried to hide his smile but eventually gave up and beamed at Youngjo being so close.
"Can you make me tea too?" he asked.
"Of course," Youngjo said. He lingered for a moment more as his eyes rested lovingly on Hwanwoong's face. With a soft kiss – on the lips this time – Youngjo stood up and headed to the kitchen.
Hwanwoong curled up as he waited for his tea.
Youngjo was very quick and soon reappeared with two cups, smoothly placing them on the low table in front of the couch. He took a step to return to his place and was about to reach for his cup again when Hwanwoong caught his hand and pulled towards himself.
"What's wrong, Woongie?" Youngjo raised his eyebrows as he turned to him.
"I want kisses," Hwanwoong whined as cute as he could, still holding onto Youngjo's hand.
Youngjo broke into a smile. "Of course, baby," he said, his voice ever so gentle and caring. He fully rotated his body to face Hwanwoong and carefully removed his hand from the grip to softly envelope Hwanwoong's neck. His thumbs stroked under his chin and Hwanwoong closed his eyes as he melted into the touch.
Youngjo pressed his lips like he was kissing him for the first time, just like he always did. No matter how many times they made out, Youngjo's first kisses were innocent, if not a little hesitant. When Hwanwoong asked him about this, Youngjo simply said that he wanted to make sure that Hwanwoong didn't change his mind and that it was okay if he did. Hwanwoong didn't say anything to that but fell just a little bit more in love.
Because Hwanwoong knew this habit of Youngjo's, he wrapped his hands around his palms and dragged them lower onto his own waist, greenlighting the action. As suspected, Youngjo understood him without words. He pushed further, making Hwanwoong lie down and hovered above him, two, three, more kisses in a row.
Hwanwoong breathed out with his mouth in between kisses, he could exhale through his nose just fine but there was something infinitely hotter and more intimate in letting their breaths mingle.
Youngjo softly laughed and placed a few kisses on his cheeks. The next second he was pulling away, suddenly leaving Hwanwoong without a warm touch to which he whined, reaching out with his hands.
"You tea will get cold," Youngjo grinned as he pushed a cup into his outstretched hands. Hwanwoong accepted it but didn't hide his pout.
He was definitely going to bite Youngjo later for that but now all he could do was sip his tea and feel the pleasant warmth radiating from Youngjo where he was still pressed close to him.