Kihyun stirs awake in the dim morning light, warmth spreading through his chest at seeing who’s lying beside him. A faint smile plays its way across his pink lips, and it quickly morphs into a smirk as his companion from the night before turns to face him. The man’s eyes slowly creek open, and a smile of pure delight spreads across his face. Kihyun finds himself bending his legs backward, as he’s lying on his stomach, and impishly swinging them underneath the covers as he points his toes towards the ceiling.

“Morning, doll,” Kihyun greets cheekily, his voice thickened by morning grogginess. He moves closer, pecking at the man’s bare chest with soft, feather-like kisses.

“Morning, aga,” he sighs, wrapping an arm instinctively around the smaller male. Kihyun’s heart stops for a moment at the nickname, and it takes all he has to fight back a tired sigh.

And so it begins… he thinks in exasperation. His warm, fuzzy feeling from awakening after a night of good dissipates, and he stiffens in the man’s hold.