"That's mine."

Hakyeon turns around, eyebrow raised because Taekwoon normally doesn't speak in the morning unless he's had an acceptable amount of coffee in him. Hakyeon tries to hide the small smile tugging at the corners of his lips, failing miserably as he fights to keep his tone neutral. "Come again?"

"That's my sweater." Taekwoon repeats, and Hakyeon is both startled and pleased when there's a warm presence behind him, sturdy arms wrapping around his waist. It's rare when Taekwoon instigates the touching, even more so when he rests his head against Hakyeon's back.

"Well, I hope you don't mind if I borrowed it. It's comfy."

"You look small in it." A soft laugh escapes Hakyeon's lips, looking down at Taekwoon's arms around his waist. True, the black sweater is more suited to Taekwoon's build and the sleeves go way past his arms, but Hakyeon doesn't really mind at all.

And he knows for a fact that Taekwoon doesn't either.