A stream of light approaches through the window sill; it brightens the room only slightly and bounces off of Kyungsoo’s warm back.

He realizes that his muscles are aching and sore. They shouldn’t be because he hasn’t exercised nor trained properly in weeks due to his complications.

When he unlocks his eyes, lids fluttering open, he finally notices that he’s still positioned in Jongin’s lap, his head resting idly head on the fifteen year old boy’s moving chest.

Suddenly the dull ache in his neck and thighs seems like nothing because the presence of Jongin is enough to sooth any discomfort.

Despite the warmth, Kyungsoo shivers, reminding himself that he’s in the ease of Jongin’s company and the fact that he stayed up with him that night before is enough to remind him of the type of unspoken relationship that the two possess and retain.

“Kyung…” Jongin’s voice is low, deep and somewhat husky from sleep.

Kyungsoo at first feels guilty because he woke the other up from his sleep but he suddenly wants him to be awake. He wants to talk. He thrives to discuss.

“Yeah,” Kyungsoo is surprised by how scared and small he sounds compared to Jongin, though he tries to conceal it.

Jongin’s hair is naturally ruffled and curly from sleeping with it wet. His eyes have signature dark circles and bags that possess a certain type of charm. As always, his tan skin is perfect looking even though it’s just around eight in the morning.

“My legs,” Jongin wraps his arms tightly around Kyungsoo and slides him off towards his left and instinctively stretches his legs outwards, a yawn escaping from his mouth.

“Sorry,” Kyungsoo whispers, also stretching out his drowsy muscles.

A silence falls amongst the two, undeclared. Neither says words because they know words don’t need to be said. Kyungsoo just wishes that they can chat about something completely irrelevant and humorous. He wants to discuss Sehun’s lisp. He wants to talk about Baekhyun and Chanyeol wiping out.

Not something that may take his life.