"Sicheng," Yuta called softly whilst they were hugging, leaning back, leaving their hands still intertwined lazily. "Do I upset sometimes?"
Sicheng paused for a moment, before nodding slowly. Yuta gasped quietly.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be," Sicheng chuckled back, "I'm just a bit sensitive sometimes, that's not your fault."
"I should be more careful with my words."
"No, Yuta," Sicheng laughed again, "Please, you're perfect the way you are."
"Sounds fake," Yuta laughed and ruffled Sicheng's hair, "But thanks, bubs."
Sicheng blushed. "D-Don't call me that!"
"Why?" Yuta laughed. "It's a cute nickname for a cute person."
Sicheng didn't respond.
