A/N: Okay, I'm back! I think there is no point in saying sorry again, I am just too busy to translate. My graduation is coming in four months and I have to study as hard as I can. I can honestly promise I will translate a lot after my graduation, because I want to finish this translation during next 4 months (June - Semptember) because I know there will really be NO time at university. So please, be patient :). And enjoy the story.

He is Wookie’s hair, listening to his calm and regular breath, and he just cannot stop smiling. He really must look like an idiot sitting there and smiling. But he cannot help doing it. It has been a really long time since he felt so contentedly. He can feel everything is finally alright, and he knows it will stay alright too, because this simply should have happened.

He does not know how long he has been sitting there with Wookie in his arms. He does not know and he does not care. He would not mind staying like this until the end of his life, just sitting there, playing with hair of this charming person and watching the happy smile which has not disappeared even if he fell asleep. He his cheek, softly, he almost does not even touch him. He can feel hot skin, so smooth and childish. He realizes how young Wookie actually is. He is just erted, falling in love with such a young boy. He is almost a child. However, he just cannot influence his feelings. He thought it is just a phrase but now he knows it is true.

He smiles, placing strand of naughty hair away from Wookie’s forehead. The boy shivers in his arms and then he turns over so Yesung can finally see his whole cute face. He muffles himself up in a blanket, curling up into a ball, burying his face in Yesung’s t-shirt. He really looks like a kitty.

Yesung likes this position – he can cuddle him, him, kiss him... He touches his own lips with his thumb for a few seconds and then he starts to laugh. He feels like a crazy teen girl who got her first kiss. He cannot stop laughing. He really is an idiot. 

His eyes find a black screen of switched off television. He can see their reflection there. His arms press the boy a bit tighter, still looking there. No movie is better than this.

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It is about midnight when Yesung looks at digital clock in the corner of room. It seems he fell asleep too. He cannot see Ryeowook’s face which is still buried in his t-shirt and his quiet breath tickles Yesung’s skin, but he does not mind. He his hair and closes his eyes again. Maybe he should take Wookie to his room and go to bed, it is really late but... He is feeling so nice. He wants to stay like this as long as it is possible, full of happiness.

Wookie wriggles, sighing contentedly. The warm ade his whole body, he can feel a palm his back and fingers lying in his hair. He opens his eyes but he can see nothing but darkness. He blinks a few times but it does not help. What...? Then his tired mind realizes he is feeling cloth pressing against his face. He pulls away slightly and the surrounding suddenly lights up. He looks up to find out where he is actually lying and he almost shrieks out when he finds himself looking at Yesung’s face. Yesung looks at the boy too, feeling a movement. He smiles softly, caressing Wookie’s hair. Ryeowook blinks confusedly, a little bit scared. How...?! It takes a while before he recalls what happened. His face blushes when the picture of the kiss appears in his mind. He sits up quickly, his eyes darted around the room, he tries to find some point to look at so he could avoid Yesung’s smiling eyes. He does not understand what is happening to him. He does not grasp his own behaviour. Why does he act like that? Why does he feel so weird? It is so odd... He squeaks quietly, the only thought flutter in his mind – escape! He stands up rapidly and he wants to run away but it is too late when he realizes his legs refuse to move, still wrapped in the warm blanket. He waves his arms, crying out, and his body immediately aims the floor. Yesung is fortunately quick-witted enough to catch him and protect him from the painful fall. Wookie cries out again when he ends up right in Yesung’s lap. His body is still frozen in fear of the pain which has not come.

“What’re you doing?! Do you wanna kill yourself?! God.” He can hear Yesung laughing and then he feels his hands grabbing his shoulders firmly, turning him around. Ryeowook blinks again, looking at Yesung’s face, still a little bit scared.

“Are you alright?” the older man asks although his smile does not vanish. Whole Wookie’s embarrassment – at least he think it is embarrassment – is totally cute. He did not even think Wookie would be feeling like this after everything he went through.

“I-I-I... Y-Yeah...” Ryeowook stutters and his face is suddenly even redder. What is going on? After all, when Yesung was kissing him – is it possible to be redder than ripe tomato? – He was alright. So why is everything so... He does not even know how to call it. The blood is still running to his head. He is confused, he has no idea what the feeling controlling his body is. He is literally hypnotizing the floor, he would die of shame looking at Yesung’s eyes now. And Yesung just laugh again.

“Come here.” He presses gently his face in his palms, making him look up, bending over the boy and lightly kissing him. He can feel Wookie’s body freezing and he gets frightened a little bit, what if something is wrong, but before he is even able to pull away, he feels Ryeowook’s hand in his hair.

Ryeowook sighs quietly. At the moment their lips met in the kiss, all weird feelings disappeared. He closes his eyes, although the kiss is short and innocent. He almost regrets losing the contact, he wants to stay in his arms as he did when they kissed before, but he knows he just cannot spend the whole time the older man.

And he is not the only one who thinks this way, because at the moment Yesung hugs him, pressing face to Wookie’s hair, the boy’s stomach rumbles loudly.

“I think it’s time for midnight dinner, isn’t it?” Yesung laughs. Ryeowook gives him a guilty look, he really did not want to destroy this beautiful moment because of his stomach (again). Yesung places a tickling kiss on a tip of Wookie’s nose and look at the blanket which still does not allow Wookie to leave. Ryeowook is so lovely, sitting there like puppy in his little lair. It is a pity to disturb such a nice view. Maybe he could let him stay in the blanket and just press him in his arms and carry him to the kitchen on his own...?

“Yesung?” Ryeowook tries, when the older man does not move for quite long time. Yesung shakes his head, chasing all those silly thoughts away. He puts the blanket away and helps him to stand up.

“Come on,” he smiles, pressing his hand. Yesung leads him to the kitchen although Ryeowook knows the way very well, having him sit and starts making something eatable. They end up with a slice of bread with ham and a glass of cold milk. Ryeowook quietly nibbles his slice, looking at Yesung constantly. When the older man catches his stare, his eyes immediately find the glass and he takes a drink, pretending like he was not staring at all. When he looks at the man again, Yesung suddenly starts to laugh. Wookie gives him an aggrieved look. What is so funny? At that moment Yesung leans over the table, grabbing Wookie’s chin and his upper lip. Ryeowook's eyes widen but Yesung just smiles innocently.

“Just milk.”

A/N2: Siwon and Heechul in next chapter!