carry me home
Description
Howon’s always loved the smell of cinnamon.
Foreword
“Hyung.” Myungsoo mumbles, sleep clinging to the thickness of his voice (it’s deeper now that he’s awake, and it never fails to send shivers down Howon’s spine). His eyes are still closed, but Howon feels him move closer, his breath warm on his neck and Howon can’t help it if he pulls Myungsoo even closer.
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