Writer's block! That's all I'm going to say about why I haven't written in forever... I tend to jump around a lot because I want to write

so many different stories, but I forced myself to sit down and write this chapter! (Don't worry, I will finish this story because I love it 

so much<3) Anyways, sorry that the update's super short again, but I hope you guys enjoy it! Please comment me your thoughts 

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Yixing wakes up and monetarily has a panic attack, blinking blearily at the unfamiliar surroundings.

    And then, before he can really grow alarmed, he remembers everything; Jongdae, the snowball fight, watching movies, falling asleep against the couch, Jongdae kissing him.

    The last memory is still strong enough to make Yixing’s pulse speed up and to cause him to cringe inwardly, guilt churning through his stomach.

    He had promised himself that he wouldn’t get involved with Jongdae, no matter how much the other seemed to like him, no matter how many attempts Jongdae made to squeeze himself into his heart and stay there, warm and comforting.

    But now…

    Now, Yixing isn’t sure what to do.

Kris wakes up with a groan, neck craned at an uncomfortable angle and pain shooting up his back when he stretches.

    He blinks once, twice, clearing the sleep from his eyes and realizing that the power has come back because all of the lights are on, before he hears a soft snore come from his right.

    Kris jumps, startled, his gaze sliding over towards the noise, and he’s met with the still-sleeping figure of Chanyeol, who’s leaning heavily against Kris’s side, hair falling messily across his face, chest rising and falling gently and Kris’s jacket still draped over his legs.

    Kris pauses for a moment, unable to move his eyes away from the sight.

    Chanyeol has always looked young to Kris, especially after Chanyeol had gleefully informed him one day that he was currently studying computer science at New York University as a junior.

    Kris had done the math in his head quickly, eyes growing large when he had realized that Chanyeol was only 21 while he was going to be 26 in a few months.

    But now, Chanyeol looks even younger, eyelashes throwing shadows across his face, lips parted slightly, the hand closest to Kris lying palm up on his thigh, fingers curled gently inwards.

    Kris tries to ignore the overwhelming urge to protect the other that jolts through his body, tries to ignore the desire to reach out and wrap arms around Chanyeol’s shoulders, adjust his head so that it’s lying more comfortably against Kris’s chest, smooth his hair back just to watch Chanyeol’s eyes flutter open slowly as he wakes, lean down and kiss him awake the rest of the way-

    Kris jerks, the thoughts coming with a wave of uncertainty and panic, before he remembers that Chanyeol is resting against him and stills, afraid to wake the other up. 

    His gaze wanders back down towards Chanyeol’s hand as he listens to the other’s heavy but even breathing.

    Slowly, almost as if against his own will, Kris reaches out with his own hand, fingertips brushing against the s