This morning, Doyoon woke up with Seungcheol beside him. He flickered, try to

adapted with light.

His eyes looked around. Dirty, nasty. They had quarrel last night and

today Doyoon has been between his arms.

Doyoon got up, choosed to lean on the window. Although the sun would come

up, he felt so cold. His physical, his psychic. He was busy with his

daydream until he didn't realize that Seungcheol wrapped him from behind.

"What are you doing?"

Seungcheol asked while his hand touched Doyoon, sent pleasure.

"Nothing."

Doyoon leaned on Seungcheol. He always loves Seungcheol's touch. Doyoon loves when he drowned in Seungcheol's chest. How Seungcheol's manly aroma drove him crazy.

Seungcheol always make him life, life as himself.

"Feel better?"

Doyoon nodded.

They were silent. No one opened their mouth. Seungcheoljust wanted to hug

Doyoon and Doyoon too lazy to opened his eyes.

"I love you."

Seungcheol whispered, rested his chin in Doyoon's shoulder.

Doyoon opened his eyes for a while then answered with a long breath.

"I know."

Doyoon closed his eyes when Seungcheol gave a deeper hug. He just wanted to

feel it longer. He wanted to feel it before he couldn't.

Because he knew, they would be nothing.

Tell me 'bout my grammar TT I know it was a horrible fanfic, guys

so correct me if i'm wrong, okay?


Love ya!