Mark Tuan’s dark brown eyes slowly cracked open, a sudden shift in weight at his side had woken him up. Right now half of Kim Yugyeom’s slightly larger body was uncomfortably pressing him into their mattress. How did they even end up in this position anyway? He remembered that when they fell asleep he was the big spoon and Yugyeom was the little spoon, so how had they both ended up on their stomachs?

He tried to nudge the sleeping teenager off his numb arm, but the kid was dead weight when he slept. Mark sighed in slight annoyance, either they had to get a bigger bed or Yugyeom was going to have to learn better sleeping habits. After a few minutes of wriggling, Mark managed to free his half-entrapped body and sit up. The elder man swung his legs over the edge of the bed and pulled the cover over his lap.

He looked over his shoulder at the peacefully sleeping Yugyeom and sighed again, sometimes he felt so wrong for having the feelings he did for the younger. Sometimes he felt like the parts of the younger’s body he’s seen, kissed, and even was unacceptable. Sometimes he felt that the things Yugyeom has done and said to him were downright inappropriate. He was, after all, only 19. And though, by Korean standards, he was legal he was still just a kid.

This morning was one of those times. Mark thought back to yesterday afternoon, when the teenager had him bent over the coffee table. He thought back to last night when the teen was riding him in bed. Mark felt a rush of guilt hit him as he leaned forward and buried his face in his hands, he was having with this barely legal orphaned boy. He was in a relationship with this barely legal orphaned boy. But what made him feel worse was that he’d fallen in love with this barely legal orphaned boy.

Mark’s head perked up in surprise when he felt two warm arms circle around his waist “Mark-hyung,” he heard Yugyeom’s groggy voice mumble out, “what time is it?” Mark smiled and answered, “It’s still early Yugyeom-ah, go back to  sleep.” He felt the younger shake his head, “Not without you,” he told him firmly yet sleepily. Mark laughed at that as he looked over his shoulder at him, “You’re going to have to make room if you really want that to happen,” he replied.

Yugyeom slowly sat up and scooted closer to the elder’s turned back. He tiredly rested his head on Mark’s shoulder and wrapped his arms around his waist, “It’s too late now, I’m awake,” he yawned out. Mark laughed again and placed one of his hands over both of Yugyeom’s, “So now what?” he asked him. Yugyeom tightened his hold on his older lover and smiled against his shoulder, “You can make us breakfast,” he suggested, his oddly colored bangs tickling his eyelashes. “What do you think we should have?” Mark questioned through a smile.

Yugyeom shrugged and answered, “Egg toast.” “That’s Jaebum’s specialty, not mine,” Mark pointed out. Yugyeom laughed through another yawn, “Forget it, I think I’m sleepy again anyway,” he informed. “Then let’s lay back down,” Mark softly instructed.

Yugyeom nodded and pulled Mark back into the bed with him. He adjusted his arms around the elder’s stomach and rested his head on his chest. Mark wrapped one arm around Yugyeom’s shoulders and tucked the other behind his head. He listened to Yugyeom’s breathing even out with a small smile. All feelings of guilt had vanished the moment the younger had woken up.

Their brief conversation reminded Mark of what he liked best about the younger, his happiness. Despite everything the kid had been through, Yugyeom had a lot of love, warmth, and happiness to give. It was times like this when Mark knew that what he and Yugyeom had was special; and though sometimes it seemed wrong, it was actually very right. Right for them.