"Wooyoung, yah Jung Wooyoung," Yeosang called out. Running over to his bestfeho was hugging his middle and shivering despite wearing a hoodie.
"What do you want," Wooyoung asked.
"Hmm?"
"What do you want?" Wooyoung asked louder this time. Hugging Yeosang tightly and kissed his cheek.
"Nothing,"
"Nothing here either," Wooyoung shrugged, resting his chin on Yeosang's shoulder.
Yeosang smiled and leaned into the embrace. "Just wanted to see you," he said softly.
Wooyoung nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to Yeosang's forehead. "I'm glad you did. I always love seeing you," he whispered.
They stood there in silence for a moment, the only sound the gentle hum of the city around them. Wooyoung tightened his grip on Yeosang, never wanting to let him go. Yeosang closed his eyes, feeling safe and loved in Wooyoung's arms.
"I love you," Wooyoung murmured, breaking the silence.
"I love you too," Yeosang replied, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
And in that moment, they knew that they had everything they needed right there in each other's arms.
