Kibum lay quietly on the soft sheets, gazing at the sleeping figure's face which was but a few inches away from his own – a few inches too many in his opinion. Kibum threaded his fingers through the short locks of dark hair as his lover shifted a little, leaning into the touch. Kibum couldn't help but smile. He really liked Minho. They had their rough patch at the beginning, neither could seem to speak to the other for too long, but they pulled through and look at how close the are now.

Attached at the hip, was what Jonghyun had said with a grin.

Kibum liked to think the puppy-like boy was right, he liked to think that he and Minho were extremely close, near inseparable. Kibum's smile faltered for a moment – what if they weren't that close? What if the slightest thing could tear them apart? His smile quickly reclaimed it's place on his face0 as Minho snuggled closer to him. Kibum had almost forgotten how strong they both were, how strong they will always be and that was the reason why they had gotten so far.

He fell asleep a little closer to Minho that night.