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Half a year has passed since Choi Yeonjun and Kang Taehyun separated from their relationship on probation. During this time, the wild puma has become a downright tame house kitten, who wants nothing more than...
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The sun shone brightly the next day, casting glaring cones of light into Yeonjun's bedroom, so Beomgyu, feeling slightly disturbed by it, buried his face deeper into Choi Yeonjun's dark hair and neck.
He had his arm resting loosely over the latter's side, while one of his ice legs slid between Yeonjun's feet to keep himself warm.
"Aish," the florist hissed with his eyes still closed as he felt the cold legs between his.
Beomgyu merely chuckled into his neck.
"What are you? The ice queen?", Yeonjun mumbled, having his arm under his head and generally being somewhat contracted while Beomgyu enclosed him like a protective cocoon as he slept.
Grinning, Beomgyu also pushed his second foot forward until their skin touched, then hummed a sleepy, "Let it go, let it gooo," and yawned. Squeezing his other arm between the mattress and Yeonjun, knowing full well how uncomfortable that position would become for the older as he lay with his ribs resting on his arm, the 25-year-old didn't care in the slightest. "I'm just cold," he grumbled against the back of the latter's head, nestling his chest against the broad back.
"You and cold," Yeonjun grumbled, being used like a living oven, and when his arm really didn't fit him, he turned around with a jerk, pressing the younger man full force against his body and wrapping his legs and arms around him. "Here you get your oven."
Beomgyu let out a relaxed sigh, burying his face in the latter's chest and snuggling as close as he could to that comfortably warm body. The older Choi's words of yesterday slowly crept back into his mind after he awoke from his drowsy state, warming him from the inside out. Yeonjun had really said that he had fallen in love with him. "I'll never get up again," Beomgyu babbled happily, however his tiredness was so slowly fading and he leaned back to place a hand on Yeonjun's neck where he could lightly stroke the skin with his thumb.
"Let's stay then," Yeonjun replied, his eyes still closed.
And Choi Yeonjun looked incredible even after waking up.
The eyes as well as the full lips were slightly puffy and reddish, the hair cutely disheveled and he was humming pleasantly at the tender touches.
"Just...," Beomgyu's gentle fingers were like meditation, "stay still."
