He smiled at the music playing in the background, fingers on a hand gently tracing the outline of his lover's face as his other hand lifted the blanket that he had just draped over his lover's back. Tucking his lover more snugly into the warm cocoon of the wooly material, his lips curl into a small frown as he continued staring at the sleeping male, predicting a neck ache when he awakes as he was sleeping in a seating position.

      Oh, the dilemma.       Should he allow for him to continue sleeping and risk the frustrating ache? Or should he wake the silly man up?  But... he looked so peaceful and it was clear that his love needed the sleep and rest that he was getting. He just don't have the heart to wake him up. Nobody would have the heart to do so. Nodding to himself as he made a silent decision to allow him to continue sleeping for about half an hour before he would wake him up to go home and sleep on a proper bed.        A finger landed on his lover's lips and he grinned to himself. He had always adore that perfectly arched Cupid's bow and the fullness of the lips. Suddenly, the sleeping male his lips and murmured a groggy "thank you for the coke" before falling back into dreamland, probably swimming in an ocean of cola. Giggling soundlessly, Yoseob placed his own palm against his own lips to prevent a sound from slipping through.       The door of the studio creaked open and the smaller male was quick to turn to see who it was, making sure that his hands were not on the sleeping male anymore, or at least not on anywhere that would show that they shared a relationship that was deeper than friendship. Realizing that it was only their manager, he gave a quiet sigh of relief and lifted his chin up a little and back down again in a muted attempt to ask the manager why he was there.        "I'm here to pick you both up and send you guys home. Hurry up and go...", the manager spoke, only to trail off and raise his eyebrows in confusion and a teaspoonful of annoyance. Because it was rare that when the manager was speaking, Yang Yo Seob would not be listening intently and instead, be flailing an arm while having the other arm's index finger on his lip, shushing him up wildly but without a sound.       Lowering his voice significantly, he hissed quietly, "what?!"       The small singer gave a look of outrage, as if offended that the manager even dare to speak despite his dramatic, and somewhat comedic, efforts in asking for him to remain silent. He tiptoed away from the sleeping male and the manager was getting more amused by the second. It wasn't every day that you see Yang Yo Seob walking on his toes rather than skipping and bouncing about on the balls of his feet.        When Yoseob was certain that he was of a safe distance from his love, he mumbled angrily but as softly as he could, "Junhyung is sleeping, can you please not wake him up?"       "I've got to pick you guys up, and let him sleep at home. It's not like I'm sending you to another schedule."       "I know", Yoseob whined as he gripped the sides of his hair, inciting a scoff of bemusement from the manager. "But he looks so worn out and if you wake him up from this sleep, he would awake with that very lethargic and sickening feeling that would make him rather he not sleep! You know, that feeling?"       The manager sighed and threw a glance to the sleeping male, whispering with less authority now, "alright, he gets to sleep, but what about you? You are the one who have to get up early even before the sun rises tomorrow. Remember that solo photoshoot you have? The one that you switched your time slot with him just so that he gets a longer, uninterrupted rest."       Yoseob waved a hand lazily and turned to look back at his love. An affectionate smile stretched across his face as his eyes soften and sparkled at the sight of his sleeping love. "It's alright, I can do with an hour or two less of sleep."        Shaking his head reproachfully, he gruffly ruffled the small singer's head as he lamented, softly of course as he didn't want to have Yoseob punching him -that man's has a punch that would make you wonder if your insides were still intact after being inflicted with it, "Junhyung is one lucky man. I hope he appreciates you more, and that you wouldn't be the only one giving in this relationship."       Yoseob peered at his manager in puzzlement, "But Junhyung gives me way more than I do, I'm the lucky one."        His manager only smiled in reply as he made himself comfortable on a couch, waiting for the time when the smaller male would finally give the green light in waking his lover up.          ------       "Chicken, chicken, chicken" Kikwang and Dongwoon chanted at each side of his ears as they strolled down the familiar street that leads to an even more familiar chicken shop that they always, always frequent. He had promised the two youngest of the group that he would give them a treat, for no reason at all. He just thought that they had worked hard and that they needed some form of encouragement. And there no other things that could be a better encouragement than a succulent, juicy piece of chicken drumstick.        Laughing at the two's juvenile behavior, he slipped both hands into his pockets and chided them in a playful manner, "watch yourself, boys. If either one of you misbehaves, we are heading straight back home."       Dongwoon gasped and made an exaggerated move in clamping his mouth shut as he stared at Yoseob with widened eyes. The smaller male laughed even more. Oh the things the maknae would do for chicken.        Kikwang was undeterred though, knowing that their impish singer wouldn't really drag them all the way back home. He chirped as he slung an arm across Yoseob's shoulders, "think of all that chicken you would be missing out. Steamed chicken. Grilled chicken. Fried chicken. Spicy chicken. Soya chicken..."       "And don't forget garlic chicken!" Yoseob added excitedly, his eyes twinkling in anticipation now as he pretend to wipe the fake drool from the corner of his lips. "Now you're making me more eager than ever to get to that place!" The trio burst into unanimous laughter, their mood light and cheery as they thought of all the chicken that they would be eating in a few moments.        Just as their casual conversations fizzled off when they set foot into the restaurant and started calling for the ever welcoming ahjumma, a phone rang, loud and clear.       The two youngest immediately snapped their focus back to Yoseob, their faces pleading as they would recognize that ringtone anywhere by now. It was the special ring tone that Yoseob sets for a special person when he calls. Kikwang hurriedly grabbed away the small singer's phone from his hand and half-whined into it, "Hyung! Yoseob is with us and we are already halfway through our food, please don't take him away from us!"       The smaller male clucked his tongue and retrieved his phone from Kikwang, chuckling at the two youngest's dejected expressions, "what's up, love?"       "I'm not feeling too well so I've head home from practice already. I didn't have anything since breakfast and am feeling quite starved now... So I wanted to check if you wanted to have dinner together. It's alright if you're already eating with them though."       Yoseob furrowed his brows at the scratchy voice and nagged softly, "I told you that your throat was going to get sore and to hold back on all that soju at your party last night, didn't I?" He sighed and peered at the two youngest who were now showing full-blown puppy eyes. Smiling apologetically at them, he continued to speak into the phone, "we are not going out for dinner in case you get more sick since your immunity system is down now. I'll get some porridge and bring it over to your place to eat with you, alright?"       He hung up after hearing a dry cough and a weak 'okay' and saying a 'see you in a bit.' Returning his focus back to the two youngest in Beast, he started, "I'm sorry, I've got to go mother the big baby."       "Hyung!" Dongwoon begun, "you really wanted to eat chicken too, can't you just eat with us first before going to look for him. I'm sure he will understand!"       The smaller male shook his head whilst biting the inside of his cheek, "I wouldn't be able to sit through dinner and enjoy the chicken when all I can think of is that he's sick and is starving. I'll still pay for tonight, don't worry." Fishing his wallet out of his pocket, he grabbed a bunch of notes and pressed it against Kikwang's hand, "if this isn't enough, just tell me and I'll pay you guys back k? Enjoy the chicken for me!"       "Why don't you take away something so you can still have it at the very least?"       "No can do. That baby will make me feel bad for eating such good food in front of him and maybe even tempt me to give him some. Judging from his condition, no chicken is allowed for a few days." Yoseob snickered as he thought of his lover's pouty face at the lack of savory food for the coming days.        "Junhyung hyung is so lucky", Dongwoon mumbled miserably, still upset that Yoseob couldn't eat with them. "He really should appreciate you more for giving so much to this relationship you both share"       To which the smaller male blinked in surprise, "but Junhyung gives me more. I am the lucky one..."       ------        Doojoon spread himself across the large, red sofa, looking up into the ceiling as he called out, "Yoseobie, if I fall asleep, just wake me up when you are done." A muffled "okay" was heard and the leader slowly drifted off into lala land, his eyes fully shut now as he begun snoring lightly.       The sound of a vacuum cleaner began playing at the back, going from room to room, corridor to corridor. The whirling hum of it came to a stop as a click was heard and then, the fast flowing of water from a tap in the bathroom was heard. The small singer stepped out of the bathroom with a pail of water and a mop in his hand. Wringing the mop on that innovative plastic mechanism he never knew was really called what, he began gliding the mop over the floors of the place.       Singing to himself as he worked, he smiled in approval at the lavender scent that spread through the apartment. It was the best decision he ever made, at least in terms of choice of floor cleaners. When that was done, he began to rummage through the bags of food and grocery items that he has bought.        This was actually the main reason why Doojoon was here - to help Yoseob carry the things up. Going through the items one at a time, he sorted them into the relevant drawers, fridge and rooms. Th