“Stop staring at my , idiot.” Youngjae says, shooting the other a glare. Daehyun laughs at his exposure and plops down onto the bed, waiting for Youngjae to finish his morning routine in the bathroom.

As Daehyun patiently waits on the bed for the younger, he stares up at the ceiling and thinks to himself. He realizes that he has an urge to want Youngjae to hurry up. Not because Daehyun needs to use the bathroom, but because he wants to cuddle and he feels empty whenever Youngjae isn’t by his side.

“Why are you just sitting there like an idiot?” Youngjae questions as he comes out the bathroom with semi wet hair. He walks over to Daehyun and sits down on the side, gently brushing Daehyun’s bangs.

The older is still lied down and he closes his eyes as Youngjae’s fingers run through his hair. Daehyun softly smiles, enjoying the touch. Youngjae always has the softest fingers. They’re thin and slender and sometimes they’re cold but that’s okay because Daehyun would hold them to warm them right up.