Seungcheol felt unusually warm. There was a fuzzy feeling stirring inside his heart, spreading across his chest. It’s like when his mom would make him cheese pancakes during Sundays; or when she makes samgyetang on hot summer days, filling not only his stomach but also his heart. It’s like when he first played basketball – that tingling sensation in his fingers when he first touched the ball and the giddiness of scoring his first basket. It’s like watching the night sky at the rooftop of his home, the stars twinkling beautifully and majestically and dazzlingly. It was calming, lulling, reassuring; as all of Seungcheol’s troubles was being blocked by this feeling, engulfing him into safety and security. He has no words at all.

He was content. He was unbelievably comfortable. For the very first time in months, Seungcheol felt lighter and brighter. It was honestly a bit overwhelming.

A smile then spread across his lips as he snuggled closer, smiling even wider when he felt an embrace enveloping him tighter; his heart was b with the soft and soothing warmth.

Silver hair then came to mind. The lovely locks were being illuminated by the moonlight, softly highlighting the shiny hues. Dark brown eyes were smiling at him and Seungcheol couldn’t help but be weak. The lovely orbs were fond, affectionate – and dare he say, loving. His heart was then filled with immense emotions.

A whimper escaped from him as the figure with silver locks came closer to him, smiling, grinning widely when Seungcheol opened his arms, inviting him in for an embrace. The silver haired ran to him, almost jumping into his arms and hugged him close and tight. Seungcheol had his arms around his waist, clinging onto the silver haired like he was afraid the silver haired would disappear if he didn’t hold him tighter. He honestly had no idea why but Seungcheol was scared to loosen his embrace; letting go was an option he didn’t want to take. He tightened his hold on the silver haired.

Tears then ran down his face. It was overflowing, unstoppable with its trek down his cheeks. The silver haired held his face, wiping away his tears. “Why are you crying?” he asked, a fond smile on his face despite the tears also threatening to fall from his eyes. Seungcheol squeezed his waist, trying not to sob. “I-“ He cleared his throat. “Just please don’t leave,” he told the silver haired. “Don’t leave me again,” he pleaded.

“I won’t,” the silver haired smiled at him, tears also falling down his face. “I won’t ever leave you again, my lil Coups,” he said. “I promise.”

Seungcheol nodded, his lips trembling. He closed his eyes and gave a soft kiss on the silver haired’s forehead. “I love you, Hoshi-yah,” he whispered. “I love you so so much.”

**

With a start, Seungcheol woke up. His entire body was drenched in sweat, the sticky feeling waking his numbed mind. He then clutched his chest. His heart was beating wildly inside, as if wanting to leap out of its confines. He made to get out of bed but realized there was an arm securely wrapped around his torso. Suddenly remembering where he was last night, he lowly cursed. He had forgotten what had happened after he and Taeil went to the dance floor. As far as he could remember, nothing major happened – or maybe he was just in denial, there was a stranger sharing his bed after all.

He shook his head. He knew he needed to get this over and done with if he had slept with anyone in his inebriated state. At least he was in his own room, he thought.

A grimace then made its way onto his face. That was worse when you just wanted a one off actually. He cursed himself again.

Seungcheol anxiously looked down. He still had his shirt on. Relief washed over him briefly before his eyes saw the stranger’s arm. He took in a deep breath. He followed the arm to know whom it belonged to.

His heart then stopped and started, drumming madly inside his chest. Silver hair was peeking out of the covers. He didn’t need to know whom the stranger was.

It seems like fate was playing with him now as images from his dream quickly flash in his mind. He silently cursed his luck and drunk self. ‘Honestly! Of all people, Choi Seungcheol!’ he mentally scolded himself.

He then gently pried the arm off of him, trying not to wake