The elder boy was blissfully skipping along the sidewalk as he and his best friend headed home from a fun afternoon at the local park and playground. San watched from a few paces behind with a smile plastered on his chiseled face, admiring the pure innocence and joy that Yeosang was displaying. San caught up to his friend and held out his hand for Yeosang. The elder happily grabbed his hand as they crossed the street to make their way back to their dorm.
"Sannie, I'm tired. Can I go lay down for a bit," the brunette asked his friend as he rubbed his eye with his fist.
"Yeosang, you don't have to ask me for permission, you're 24 years old."
The fluffy blonde pulled his friend into a tender hug. San stepped back and put his hands on Yeosang's heavy shoulders. He looked down to see his friend yawning and rubbing his eyes again. San pinched one of his cheeks, earning him a tired grumble.
"Saaan, I told you to stop doing that. It hurts," the shorter pouted and rubbed his cheek.
"Sorry Sangie, you're just so cute when you're sleepy," San gently grabbed Yeosang by the cheeks and kissed his forehead,
"You go upstairs and rest for a bit; I'll start on dinner."
Yeosang yawned and nodded as he made his way to the stairs to go up to his room.
“Sleep well, little one,” San shouted in the direction of the staircase.
Yeosang froze in his tracks, just outside of his friend’s view. Why did being called “little one” make him feel like this? He felt butterflies in his stomach, but not the nervous kind; it was the happy kind. Yeosang shook his head as he came back to reality and went into his room.
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Safe Space
Fiksi Penggemar[fluff au] Yeosang realizes he has a little space and is scared to tell his best friend San
