Kihyun awakens with a sudden, deep breath. He moves slowly to get a look at the clock, and can’t keep himself from groaning in dismay.

The man beside him stirs. He turns on his other side and stares blearily at him through half-open eyes. An elegant hand comes up from beneath the covers, reaching weakly for Kihyun. The shorter can’t help but smile, albeit a bit slower than usual, and he slides closer until they’re sharing the same pillow, and their hands are grasping each other’s in the dim morning light.