The guy goes through red locks, holding his hands over unruly hair or rubbing his head with fingertips. He towers over the guy sitting on the couch, hears his loud breathing and giggling, looking in the head or hair.

 

-Kris, I'm tickled! – laughing guy puffing cheeks.

 

-So what? - snorts blond. He smiles broadly, that has become a habit in recent years, thanks to the red-haired wonder Chanyeol, who paints his gray days.

 

-Nothing – Chanyeol’s bass doesn’t contrast with his appearance: red-haired, curly-haired, smiling in all thirty-two. And looks like an Elf, thinks Kris, but a little hybrid elf, because Chanyeol is tall. - You know, I've noticed that if one compares our voice, then your voice will be so sugary.

 

-Really? - Chinese grinned, pulling strands of hair back.

 

-Hey, hey, hey- Chanyeol whined, waving his hands and squirming on the couch - More tender, baby!

 

-Tender, you say? - Kris lets his hands, but later decided to go on the shoulders of a guy, he begins to knead his shoulders with all the power. It seems to him, or he really hears the rustling?

 

-Oh, how wonderful! Yes, yeah, to the right, then left. No, not here! Oh, yes, perfect - chirps Chanyeol with short breaks - Baby, you should be loved only for such incredible massage - bellowing with laughter, he said. Fellow wanted to say something else, but in time stops as soon as he has gotten cuff on the nape.

 

-If you ever once called me a "baby", you would think that we are playing adult games - warns Wufan, smiling smugly.

 

-So what are we going to do?

 

-You - I do not know, I'll go to bed.

 

-It's not fair! We agreed to do everything together!

 

-Yes, together, but it doesn’t mean that we have to go to the toilet… by holding hands.

 

-Ha ha ha, baby, you just do not know what I'm giving you a chance. You're the only person I allow to contemplate my beautiful body .

 

-I am the only and last. Have your forgotten, that I signed the rights to your body and your organs, haven’t you?

 

-I knew it! You want to sell my organs! - Chanyeol jumps up and points at Wufan, trying not to laugh.

 

-Damn, I have caught - plays up blond, it seems that Channy forever remains a child.

 

-Babe-e-e-e- - Chanyeol teases, but when Kris looks devastatingly, he runs away from the room, screaming, "Save me, he is going to me!".

 

Chris sighed wearily, not surprising of Chanyeol’s behavior. As always he rolled eyes and said with warm notes "Cute nut." Decided to take a nap, he lies on the couch, not going to catch the guy. Conveniently lying down, he takes cover with a blanket. He closes his eyes and falls asleep.

 

It takes five minutes, and the Chanyeol’s head peeps, he resentfully muttered, "Well, he went back to sleep," but view of a sleeping blond touches him so that he does not hold an exclamation, "My guy cutie, aygu-oo-oo." Trying not to wake the leader of Chinese subgroups, he tiptoed to the couch and lies near. He does not want to sleep, but lying down with the relaxed, unsuspecting Hyun - warm, cozy, and the heart is filled with tenderness and so tremulous feelings.

 

Redhead fellow stronger hugs, and Kris whispers to his ear quietly "Thank you, Chanyeol. And, thanks to what you are in this world with me." Bouquet of all different colors blooms inside, it is covered by the non- melting snow. Their love is beautiful unusual red flowers invited by Chanyeol and Kris’s cold snowflakes, which warm stronger. Chanyeol feels himself needed and loved. And Kris shares this happiness with him.