✓ sweater weather | heehoon

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The door creaks open, and Heeseung steps inside, the familiar warmth Heeseung had felt too many times hugging him like a sweater.

The air was thick with the comforting smell of Sunghoon that Heeseung had come to know better than his own.

He'd been here so many times, but somehow, today felt different.

"You can shower first. Wear my clothes," Sunghoon's voice broke the silence, calm, but with an unreadable desire hidden through his words.

He turns toward the dresser, pulls open the drawer swiftly, and picks out a pair of pajamas for Heeseung to change into.

Heeseung lets out a soft chuckle, echoing in the quiet room, filling the space between them.

The sound hung around for a moment, the room growing still, as if the air had thickened with anticipation.

It seemed as though their eyes drifted in different directions, avoiding each other's gaze, unsure of what to say next.

Finally, Heeseung breaks the silence, his tone playful as he tries to break the tension. "You just want to see me in your clothes again, don't you?"

Sunghoon's cheeks flush a deep crimson, and he quickly averts his gaze, tossing the clothes at Heeseung dramatically.

Heeseung catches them effortlessly, still laughing, clearly amused.

"Go in already," Sunghoon mutters, though the soft urgency in his tone made it clear. "I'm impatient. I just wanna cuddle with you."

His words linger in the air, and although he said it in a way that seemed like he didn't care, there was an undeniable softness in his eyes.

Heeseung's heart skipped a beat, and he froze for a moment, his face flushing as if it never happened before.

They've cuddled hundreds of times, but something about tonight felt different.

"I'll try to be quick," he mutters quickly under his breath, his words almost inaudible, as if he wanted to keep them from Sunghoon.

But Sunghoon's gaze was fixed on him with an intensity that didn't let a single thing slip by.

Heeseung knew Sunghoon had heard anyway.

He heads in the bathroom and closes the door, resting the towel and clothes on the counter.

He undressed quickly, almost too quickly, as he then turned on the water and entered the shower.

As soon as the water began to warm, his nerves tightened in a way they hadn't before.

For some reason, he was extra nervous, as if Sunghoon would open the door on him.

He feels an invisible weight pressing against his chest as he instinctively reaches out to pull the shower curtain across.

Heeseung pauses for a moment, a sigh escaping him.

Why was he overthinking something so simple?

Sunghoon had already seen him like this—naked, vulnerable, and exposed.

They had shared far more intimate moments than this, countless times.

But still, the thought lingered, unsettling him.

His mind raced, his face heating with embarrassment.

It wasn't just physical exposure.

It was something deeper—an intimacy that he couldn't explain.

He wondered, for a brief, strange moment, if Sunghoon might even be curious to see him like this, despite the fact that he knew Sunghoon's respect for his boundaries.