ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕪 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕, Beomjun

020

Yeonjun doesn't usually wake up late, but when his eyes flutter open, hazy from sleep, and his head pulses a little, he hears multiple loud voices from beyond his tent signalling that he'd overslept. From the dead weight across his stomach and the puffs of breath against his skin, he knows none are Beomgyu, still deep in slumber.

He must've been more wiped out than he'd thought if he's one of the last to wake up among them. Though considering how much they got up to and all that hiking, Yeonjun isn't all that surprised.

He holds onto the arm draped across his stomach and nudges the younger, hoping to wake him in time for both of them to have breakfast. He had an idea for it after what Beomgyu had asked last night, and messaged Taehyun who'd mentioned dragging Hueningkai to the closest shop in the morning. Hopefully he didn't decide otherwise.

"Beomgyu," Yeonjun tries to no avail. The younger shows no signs of acknowledgement, his peaceful breaths still sounding in steady intervals.

Yeonjun pauses before he addresses him again, eyes clearing up as he blinks. They settle on Beomgyu and Yeonjun fails to suppress a smile. He's already incredibly fond of Beomgyu and sleeping Beomgyu gives him another ten reasons to be smitten.

His cheeks are flushed with the softest pink. Little breaths slip past circled lips. He looks dreamy and peaceful, despite the sweat matting his hair to his face and highlighting the high point of his brow. And his limbs are sprawled out across Yeonjun, an arm thrown loosely over his torso and a leg hitched up his, attempting to hug him like a koala.

Yeonjun finds him so incredibly endearing.

His lips spread into an appreciative smile, eyes flitting over the younger's features, before he thinks to move on.

"Beomgyu," he calls out in a whisper, fidgeting from beneath the younger's weight. The tent crinkles underneath them both, sharp noises of disturbance. Beomgyu groans, shoving his face further into Yeonjun, objecting to the idea of being woken. "You're burning up. Gotta cool you down."

Beomgyu grunts something unintelligible into Yeonjun's shoulder, muscles tightening against soft skin as he curls his arm around Yeonjun. His eyes tighten and his brows crease with adamant lines, refusing to wake.

Yeonjun chuckles, often unsurprised by Beomgyu's stubbornness. "You'll get sick."

"Stay," Beomgyu demands. His voice is thick with morning, laced with a lazy and unmotivated grumble. He makes a point of nuzzling closer, nose tucked against Yeonjun's skin. "You'll take all the warmth. Don't wanna get up yet."

"Soon?"

When Beomgyu doesn't reply Yeonjun nudges him and earns an annoyed huff, but he then agrees despite his reluctance.

Around fifteen minutes later, Yeonjun convinces Beomgyu to free him, and the two come out of the tent on shaky legs. The first thing he notices is that the ground underneath his boots is dry, no longer sinking into thick, squelchy mud. The sun shines down on his exposed arms, prickling the hairs there. He inhales deeply, lungs filling with the scent of smoke and fainter traces of fruit.

Yeonjun raises his head to the fire pit where Taehyun, Hueningkai, and Soobin are already gathered, making idle conversation. As if sensing his presence, Taehyun's bright eyes sweep over the environment, lighting up as he spots his Hyung. He bends forward, arms reached in front of him, as if searching for something.

Yeonjun hears the soft rustling before Taehyun holds up a plastic bag, silently signaling that he's gotten the items Yeonjun wanted, a satisfied grin tugging at the corners of his lips. Yeonjun exhales, breaking into a relaxed smile, grateful to have Taehyun by his side.