(for Choi_Kimmy)

His legs had fallen asleep an hour before his arms start to ache. Yunho doesn't know how (and why) exactly he'd managed to get himself into a situation like this--with BoA tucked under his arm; her head snug upon his chest and her legs over his lap--but he figured if he were anywhere else, this was the only place he'd rather be.

His heart pounds fiercely against his ribcage and Yunho prays to the heavens that she doesn't wake by their beats. His palms sweat as he pats her head, her hair soft under his touch and so sweet-smelling that it takes everything in him not to run his fingers through the loose tendrils framing her face. She's so warm, he thinks, smiling to himself as she makes a soft, snoring sound and buries her head closer to his chest. She's as warm as her personality. Sweet and kind and talented.

His eyes memorize the curves and planes of her face and sighs as his gaze fixates on her lips. Beautiful too.

"You're killing me, you know that?" Yunho murmurs, his heart drumming against his chest in time with her breathing, "It's hard enough being your friend but when you're like this--all snuggled up to me and so goddamn beautiful--it's even harder to remember to act like one."

He sighs again. "I wonder if Jaejoong ever felt this way about you before."

She sleeps soundly as he trails off.

"He probably di