It was 3 am, and the soft glow of moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a serene ambiance in the room. Yeosang lay in bed, unable to sleep as he found himself captivated by the sight of Wooyoung nestled in his arms.
The gentle rise and fall of Wooyoung's chest and the sound of his peaceful breathing created a comforting rhythm. With a tender smile on his lips, Yeosang began gently caressing Wooyoung's soft hair, his touch as light as a feather.
As Yeosang's fingers traced the silky strands, Wooyoung stirred slightly, his brows furrowing in a cute pout. Muttering softly in his sleep, he mumbled unintelligible words that made Yeosang's heart flutter with warmth.
"What are you dreaming about, my love?" Yeosang whispered, his voice barely audible. He leaned in closer, his lips almost brushing against Wooyoung's ear as he continued to stroke his hair, the rhythmic motion lulling them both into a state of tranquility.
Still deeply asleep, Wooyoung shifted in Yeosang's arms, seeking a more comfortable position. As he moved, his pout deepened, as if he was searching for something, a feeling.
Yeosang couldn't help but smile at Wooyoung's adorable pouting expression. It was an endearing sight that he never tired of witnessing. Keeping his voice soft and tender, Yeosang whispered, "Don't worry, my love. I'm here with you. Always."
In response, Wooyoung mumbled something that seemed like a mixture of contentment and longing. It was as if his dreams had momentarily touched the surface of reality, bridging the gap between the subconscious and the conscious.
Yeosang continued to caress Wooyoung's hair, his fingers gently untangling any knots as he invoked a sense of comfort and security. His touch was filled with unspoken affection, the kind that words often fell short of expressing.
As Wooyoung settled back into a peaceful slumber, his pout vanished, replaced by a serene expression. It was a testament to the tranquility that Yeosang's presence brought him, even in the midst of his dreams.
Yeosang cherished these moments, these quiet exchanges that reminded him of the depth of their connection. Leaning in once again, he softly pressed his lips against Wooyoung's forehead, leaving a tender kiss.
With that simple gesture, Yeosang whispered, "I love you, Wooyoung. Sleep well, my sweet dream."
And as the night carried on, embraced by the warmth of each other's love, Yeosang and Wooyoung drifted further into a peaceful dreamland, sharing their unspoken affections in the gentle hush of their whispers.
