Wonshik lays on his couch, snuggled into Taekwoon's chest. He smiles, slowly curling in closer. Taekwoon's fresh linen scent fills his nose, as he cuddles into the black fabric. A movie plays in his ears, as Taekwoon wraps an arm around him.

“You alright?” Taekwoon whispers, barely carrying over the movie. Wonshik nods, ruffling the shirt.

“Tired. Nothing new,” he voices, as he adjusts his legs. He fixes the blanket, focusing on the movie. Taekwoon smiles, slipping a hand down. He starts rubbing Wonshik's knee, creating small circles with his fingertips. Wonshik hums, closing his eyes. Taekwoon trails his hands up and down.

“This okay?” He asks. Wonshik nods weakly, slowly falling asleep.

“It's soothing,” confirms Wonshik, as he pants in tiredness. Taekwoon nods, kissing against his hair. Wonshik shivers, feeling the nails press through the rough fabric. He curls in closer, as the hand switches between the both legs.

Calming sensations of nails and lips lull Wonshik off to sleep. He smiles, succumbing in the state he wishes he could stay in forever.