The Name Chapter: Yours | YEONBIN

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The next morning, Soobin wakes to warm, syrupy sunlight, a golden early-morning haze.

They've shifted even closer together in the night. Where they'd fallen asleep close to each other, now they're wrapped up in each other, Soobin's arm draped over Yeonjun's waist, hand pressed to the small of his back, their legs tangled together. Yeonjun's head is tucked under his chin, sleep-ruffled hair just tickling his neck, one hand resting lightly on Soobin's hip and the other flat against his chest, just over his heart. Their bodies have acclimatised to each other, pleasantly warm.

Soobin's not entirely sure where he ends and Yeonjun begins.

"Wha'time's it?" Yeonjun asks, sounding even less coherent than he did on the edge of sleep the night before.

"Sometime before seven, if management hasn't stormed the dorms to find us yet."

"Ugh." Yeonjun presses further into him, forehead dipping to his shoulder. Soobin runs his hand up and down between his shoulder blades, soothing.

Yeonjun settles in, breath evening out again, clearly content to stay dozing for a while longer.

Soobin lets his thoughts drift as the minutes pass by. This early in the morning, in the quiet of dawn, all the reasons why this is a bad idea seem so far away. The rest of the world doesn't seem so important, here in Yeonjun's bed.

Eventually Yeonjun pulls away, curving his back, stretching out his muscles, like a cat. His thigh slides out from between Soobin's legs. He opens his eyes fully and smiles. "Morning."

Soobin's heart twists. "Good morning."

Yeonjun lifts a hand, brushing Soobin's hair back from his forehead. "Ah, if only MOA could see you now." His voice is soft, his tone too fond for Soobin to even pretend to take that as an insult.

"Take a picture," Soobin replies, half-joking. "It will last longer."

To his surprise, Yeonjun reaches back overhead to search for his phone on the headboard. When he finally locates it, he pulls it down, screwing his face up at the brightness of the screen.

He swipes open to what Soobin assumes is the camera app and holds it up. Soobin scrunches his nose and tugs Yeonjun in closer, tilting his head so they're both in frame.

"Both of us." His voice sounds thick with sleep still. He's not fully awake, but he's not giving Yeonjun some free ammunition in a solo photo of him with a puffy face and bed hair, sure to be brought out at some later date to embarrass him.

Surprisingly, Yeonjun doesn't argue, just shifts down slightly so his head is resting on Soobin's shoulder. He holds the camera up above them at an angle, taking a few shots, then brings the phone in close to inspect them.

"You're really going to send MOA into meltdown with this, after yesterday," Soobin says on a yawn.

Yeonjun's fingers still on the screen. "You want me to post it?"

Soobin shrugs (as best he can, with Yeonjun's head still resting his head on his shoulder). "Sure, they'll love it."

Yeonjun makes a sound at the back of his throat that could mean anything, it's hard to tell, taps at something on his screen and then tosses his phone off to the side onto the mattress so he can roll into Soobin's orbit again.

"You're getting your hair done today, right?" he asks, lifting his hand again to tease a few strands. "What are they doing?"

"I'm not sure." There's a few things Soobin would like but it's really down to the stylists. His hair is not his own, even if they've been allowed to give more of an input as they've got older. "What do you think I should get?"