Two tall bodies on the tiny bed next to each other.

A pair of arms hold the thinner body closer to him.

Flesh to flesh.

"Cappie, its cold."

"But I'm hugging you already. Do you want me to wrap the blanket around you like a buritto?"

Niel pouts his cute lips and rests his head on the crook of Minsoo's neck. Inhaling Minsoo's scent as much as he can take, and even more. Making himself drunk at it. Wrapping his fragile thin arm around Minsoo's waist. Pulling themselves closer until their skin touches each other. Marking him only his, with no intention of separating.

"Sleep, you must be tired."

"Hell yeah I am."

Minsoo chuckles at the word, and pecks the top of Niel's head. He closes his tiny eyes, as he feels Niel's doing the same thing, his eyelashes touches the skin of his chest.

"Good night, Daniel."

>>>>>

CRASH.

Minsoo wakes up by the loud noise and he forces his eyes open heavily. Looking to the other side of the bed. Finding it empty. He struggles so hard to be fully awake and after looking around the room, the sleepiness immediately goes away.

This isn't Niel's apartment.

"Ah, you're up already? Did I wake you up baby?"

.

Minsoo looks to the door frame and there stands a guy he knows so well. His boyfriend of two years, Minwoo, looking all guilty with a cut on his palm.

That dream again.

"I was about to put new plates for the cafe to the box but my hands are slippery and they all fell down and I reached down to take care of it and I--"

Minwoo's words were cut by a pair of lips pressing against his. The older immediately blushed and pouts, not liking someone interrupt him speaking, but liking the warmth that Minsoo gives. Minsoo breaks away from the kiss and presses his lips on the wound on Minwoo's hand, the blood.

Pats on the head. Pecks on the nose.

"Go shower, I'll take care of the plates, okay? Be careful."

The blushing guy can only nod at the demand that was given to him, and slowly makes his way to the bathroom. Minsoo still stands there. A part of him wants to take care of the dangerous glass on the kitchen floor, other part of him wants to forget his earlier dream, the rest just wants to sleep some more.

He drags his foot back to bed and sits there for a couple of minutes before reaching for his phone under his pillow. Taking a deep breath and getting past the lock screen, looking at the date that was painted big at the top of the screen.

September 1st, 2014.

Deep breath.

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