He misses his warmth, his soft touch, his soothing voice, his gorgeous eyes looking deeply at him, he misses him, everything about him.
He wanted to get him back, to live happily with him, to be with him again.
But all those changed when he found hi...
(i just wanted to thank you for reaching this chapter of the book. thank you for your patience, i appreciate it.)
Morning came; the sun's warm rays went through the windows of Yeonjun's bedroom, birds singing together, and the loud noises from the city were giving the whole Seoul a lively atmosphere.
Beomgyu laid flat on his back while Yeonjun laid sideways with his one arm under the little one's head, his other hand going across the younger one's chest to his hand and had their fingers interlocked. Yeonjun's face snuggled close to the crook of the little one's neck.
They looked peaceful, as if they weren't separated for four years at all. Love was still felt and seen through their eyes and actions.
As the warm morning rays hits Beomgyu's face, he instantly started to wake up from his slumber. Slowly, the little one's eyes fluttered open. He could feel a warm breath caressing the crook of his neck, so on instinct, he looks down and was immediately met by Yeonjun's sleeping face.
Eyes widening as he lets out a gasp, the little one screamed in his morning voice and pushed Yeonjun off the bed, "Ah!" A loud thud was heard when Yeonjun hits the floor.
Realizing what he's done, Beomgyu crawled near the edge of the bed and looked at Yeonjun with his doe eyes, "I'm sorry! I got shock and accidentally pushed you away..." The little one said with a wobbly voice before pouting.
Rubbing his head, Yeonjun sits up from the floor as he hissed from the pain, "What a nice way to greet me a good morning, Gyu," His voice was gravelly, it almost made Beomgyu's insides feel uneasy.
Biting his lip, Beomgyu offered his hand to help Yeonjun stand. The older one held his hand and stood up from the floor, "Thanks..." He said after standing up.
"Why..." Beomgyu started with a small voice, "Why were you sleeping with me?" He continued, not even bothering to spare Yeonjun a glance because he chose to stare at the floor.
Letting out a smirk, Yeonjun held Beomgyu's chin and gently lifted it up, "Because you told me to."
Hearing this, Beomgyu averted his gaze from Yeonjun and faced his side. He slowly backed away from Yeonjun, however, the blue-haired boy was quick to pin the little one down on the bed. The little one's eyes widened, "H-hyung..."
"Can you repeat that line you said to me four years ago, again?" Yeonjun voice was smoky, it sounded attractive. Very, very attractive.
"What line?" Beomgyu asked as he quirked a brow, genuinely confused.
"Do you want me to say it for you?" The blue-haired boy grinned while wiggling his brows.
Furrowing his brows, Beomgyu flashed out a confused look. Slowly, Yeonjun leaned down closer to the little one's ear, his warm breath caressing Beomgyu's neck for the second time.
"Run your hands all over under my clothes, until I'll have the same scent as you."
Instantly blushing upon remembering that line, Beomgyu accidentally kicked Yeonjun—on the place where it hurts the most.
"Ah!" Yeonjun screamed in pain. On the other hand, Beomgyu just covered his own ears.
Yeonjun's scream in pain woke everyone up from their sleep.
Well, what a good morning, I guess?
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