Red Strings

Red Strings 5/?

"Wonsik?" Taekwoon groggily woke up to warm arms wrapped around him, a detergent and spice mixed smell surrounding him at an intensity he was getting used to. He felt fingers running endlessly through his almond hair, soothing him like it had been the last few days.

After their kissing lesson almost two weeks ago, they'd continue to do just that; Wonsik showing up at his window every night with or without injuries. It had become a habit of theirs to hold each other close, lips meeting and parting softly or hastily— depending on Wonsik's mood since he always led their kisses— until they'd fall asleep in a tangle of limbs.

Wonsik also started staying until Taekwoon woke up, saying he didn't want the elder to feel lonely when morning came and he'd be nowhere to be seen; today was no exception of that.

"Yes, baby?" Wonsik's morning voice was hoarse and deep, making his heart tremble dangerously. The pet name caused Taekwoon to blush, feeling embarrassed as he shoved his face father into the crook of Wonsik's neck. He heard the younger chuckle, making him whine. "You're too cute for this early in the morning."

Taekwoon honestly hadn't noticed when it happened— probably somewhere in between their make-out sessions, as Wonsik called it— but Wonsik had developed more endearing nicknames for him; babe, baby, angel, darling, baby boy. The last one never failed to make his heart beat a little faster but then again, they all did. Except baby boy made his heart skip a beat or two more than the rest.

He had asked Wonsik about it, to which he had gotten laughter as a response, the other having to shove his face into the pillow to keep himself from being too loud. He still didn't exactly get what it meant but Wonsik had said he probably had something called a 'praise kink' or whatever. Taekwoon had dismissed it with an inevitable blush, punching Wonsik on the arm for seemingly making fun of him.

"Are you going to leave soon?" Taekwoon whispered, laying a kiss on Wonsik's neck, something he had learned that the other liked.

"Hmm..." Wonsik nosed Taekwoon's hair affectionately as his arms coiled tighter around the pliable body of his, "Do you want me to?"

"Never."

"Then I won't."

"Really?" Taekwoon shot up, looking down at Wonsik with wide eyes who only grinned tiredly at him.

"Really. I mean, I can just stay in your room until your parents leave. Then we can chill freely." Wonsik simply explained, rolling to lay on his back with a sigh.

"Why hadn't you thought about it earlier?" Taekwoon frowned a little. They could've hung out long ago.

"You never asked me to stay earlier."

"I didn't ask you to stay today either. You asked me if I wanted you to stay."

"I can leave if you want."

"No!" Taekwoon gave up on his short bickering with the other, finding a smile on his face at how Wonsik's was adorned with a wide grin of his own. He opened his arms wide, fingers opening and closing in a 'Come here' motion or the elder to see.

Taekwoon happily threw himself into Wonsik's long arms, snuggling deeper into the warmth he had gotten use to over the time that they've gotten close to each other.

They had known one another for what? Two, almost three months now? If someone had told Taekwoon he'd be in the arms of a tainted man such as Wonsik two months ago, he would've... well, he'd probably actually believe them. But Wonsik on the other hand, would've laughed in their faces and called bullshit.

Either way, they were both content and happy with each other's company and that's all that mattered.

"Wait... Taekwoon." Wonsik suddenly sprung up from his laying position, causing Taekwoon to fumbled over the side of his bed, almost falling over if it wasn't for the arms that grabbed him, pulling him into a warm chest. "Shit! I'm sorry. You okay, baby boy?" Taekwoon nodded, patting his chest that was beating rapidly, this time for a reason other than the pet name.