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Wonwoo and Soonyoung were on the couch watching a movie, Soonyoung’s head resting on Wonwoo’s lap. The movie wasn’t a particularly exciting one, but it wasn’t that bad either. Wonwoo played with Soonyoung’s soft, brown hair, out of habit, with one hand. The other hand was being used up to hold up his head, the arm propped up on the armrest. As the scene in front of them turned silent, Wonwoo heard light snoring that didn’t come from the television. He looked down to see Soonyoung restfully sleeping.
Wonwoo smiled fondly at the sight, using the hand that was supporting his head to turn the TV off with the remote. After a click and a short moment of static noises, the room became quiet, except from the light snores coming from Soonyoung.
As Wonwoo watched the soundly sleeping boy, still stroking his hair, he couldn’t help but feel so much love for him. How was it that Soonyoung managed to capture his heart so completely?
Maybe he had a way with words. Not in the way that Soonyoung would say the words Wonwoo wanted to hear, but in the way that he had such a sincere way of talking. Everything he said always seemed to come straight from his heart. His words were genuine and warm. It was a warmth Wonwoo came to treasure.
Maybe he was too charming on stage. To more people than Wonwoo would like, but charming nonetheless. He had a way of moving that entranced his audience, whether from his fierce gaze, or the tender details he never failed to include in his performances. There was no one in the world who could steal Wonwoo’s attention so compellingly so effortlessly.
Maybe his sleeping face was just so soft and beautiful that Wonwoo wondered if angels actually roamed the Earth, and that the boy sleeping on his lap was such a being only rumored to exist. He was so beautiful that he would put even the fascinating and captivating aurora borealis to shame.
Maybe he was perfect. Not in the way that society would say doesn’t exist, but in the way that Jeon Wonwoo loved each and every bit of him. He was breathtakingly perfect.
Wonwoo shook his head. He was asking the wrong question. It shouldn’t be surprising that he fell for Soonyoung… but how was it that he was able to claim Soonyoung as his? Of the countless people Soonyoung had ever encountered in his life, he chose Wonwoo.
Soonyoung stirred slightly, still asleep, but it pulled Wonwoo from his thoughts. Wonwoo noticed that his hand movements stopped while he was thinking, and so he started stroking Soonyoung’s hair once again. He smiled just a little more when Soonyoung stirred again, and decided that there was no need to go about this in such a logical way.
All that really mattered was that moment, that the two of them were there, and that they were together, and they were happy.