Sneak peeks

Everything smelled like Howon, duvet, pillow, hoodie, but nothing actually was him.

Their stupid bed could go to hell for all he cared; it could burn to ashes this very moment because he did not want to lay down in it again.

It was too big, too empty, basically too much space without Hoya pressed against his body, heating the bed and Dongwoo´s always freezing body with his heat.

His phone was showing him one received message, from none other than the man that had made him emigrate from their shared bed.

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To: BabyWoo