Warmth.

Chanyeol could only feel warmth as he stirred awake from his weird dream.

A dream?
It's been a while...

Was it last night when he had seen that unusual dream in which he saw the cute, youthful, bespectacled doctor of his? Chanyeol was as if chained to the white leather chair of the doctor's office as they talked, yet he couldn't move even a finger, feeling paralyzed. He saw how the brown-haired male's eyes reflected the bright lights of the office, he saw how the doctor almost fell asleep while looking at the dark monitor of his computer, he saw how beautiful he looked with the morning sun creating an illusion of a halo around his body.

Byun Baekhyun was an angel who had stepped down on this measly Earth and showed himself in Chanyeol's dream. His unbelievably gentle figure was mesmerizing to the taller. However, this dream was not only heavenly tranquil but also heartbreaking...

In this dream, he had seen that same cheerful, puppy-like doctor crying. Nonetheless, Chanyeol didn't have even the slightest idea as of why tears were streaming down the rosy cheeks, down the sharp jawline and the plump lips of Baekhyun. And as the boy breathlessly clutched onto the fabric of Chanyeol's shirt as if asking for help and letting the tears flow, he couldn't help but feel the need to comfort the crying angel.

Yet somehow, this dream didn't feel like a dream at all. The doctor in his touch, his warm skin, the weight of his body when he had lifted him up from his office chair. It all seemed too real.

But what exactly is a dream anyway?

A series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep.

But what if this dream had really been real?

'Good thing that it's morning now...' - Chanyeol said in his head as he'd grown tired of the endless thoughts, which polluted his busy mind, too lazy to open his eyes just yet.

Warmth.

That familiar feeling of warmth was still present.

The dream?

Warmth...

Warmth...?

Suddenly, Chanyeol's eyes opened so wide as he realized that the weight that he had been feeling on his chest was actually the body of another man.

The doctor.

The angel.

The Byun Baekhyun.

Yet Chanyeol only managed to take a glance at the fluffy puff of brown hair before the man jumped in shock without giving it much thought. The taller had realized his mistake a second too late. A second too late simply because he had been previously laying on the very edge of the couch. Now the fall was unavoidable as the body of Chanyeol with Baekhyun still laying on his chest flew down onto the hard surface of the wooden tiles of the floor, landing there with a loud thud.

Damn you, ing sofa...

And suddenly his steady heartbeat went to hell as his heart was now beating at the speed of a hundred miles per second. So was it really a dream?

"What the..." Baekhyun groaned with his eyes still closed, clearly half-asleep, as he buried his head into the soft fabric of Chanyeol's shirt to get comfy again, like a small puppy. Baekhyun really was adorable.

The taller could do nothing but watch the boy with wide eyes, still afraid to move, afraid to even land a hand on the doctor's body as he defensively held up both of his hands in the air.

However, as soon as Baekhyun's mind became a bit clearer and his hands automatically laced around the warm "pillow" aka the body of Chanyeol, he realized that something was off.

Warmth...

He could only feel warmth as his head laid on something so soft yet so firm at the same time.

And there it was. A quiet sound of something thumping just below his ear.

Heart murmurs...

A warm pillow..?

Warmth...

!

The boy quickly jumped up from the comfortable "pillow" with eyes now open, them being equally wide to Chanyeol's.

'You really had to fall asleep on him, didn't you, !' - Baekhyun mentally facepalmed himself as his cheeks tinted a bright red and he couldn't help but look away from the red-haired man whose ears seemed to be of a color brighter than his own fire hair.

And while they were still only a couple of inches apart due to the close proximity, it was certain that both of the males were too shy to say anything.

But what you do say in this situation?

...Good morning?

...How's it going?

...Sorry that I fell asleep on you?

That would just sound plain stupid.

"Sorry," Baekhyun apologized first, breaking away from Chanyeol's grip embarrassed. He leaned against the white sofa which had betrayed him greatly this morning. The boy rubbed his still-sleepy eyes to rub off the drowsiness which was left after this 6-hour-long nap.

6 hours... More than what Baekhyun had slept during this whole week...

"Uhm... Don't worry about it..." Chanyeol muttered under his breath. The taller finally sat up from being sprawled out on the floor and rested his back against that same white sofa. Chanyeol hated it just as much as Baekhyun did.

Both of the men sat down facing forward, unable to look into each other's eyes as the word 'embarrassment' was painted on both of their faces. The awkwardness in the air was so thick, it could be cut with a knife.

"So... How did I get here?" the red-haired taller said in a quiet tone as he played with the rim of his shirt, seemingly nervous. He just wanted to make one thing clear - he wanted to know if what he had seen in his dream was actually true.

A realization hit Baekhyun a bit too