"Myungsoo?"

Sungjong squinted his eyes, placing his hand in front of his eyes.

It was quiet.

Only the soft quiet hum of the breeze sliding past the window roamed through the house.

Sungjong found that he was still in the same bedroom that he had slept in this morning.

"Myungsoo?" He called again.

But this once, a soft stir.

Beside his bed, Myungsoo lay very still.

His arms crossed over his chest.

"I'll stay."

Myungsoo murmured.

Sungjong giggles, wiping his eyes.

The pain had hardly gone away, but now he was just hungry.

"Sungjong, you're awake."

It was Myungsoo, he stood up, hugging him tightly.

"I was so worried that you wouldn't wake up."

He sniffled, wiping away the tears that now began the stream down his cheeks.

"I'm fine Myungsoo, don't cry."

Sungjong reassured him.

"I'm not crying, I'm just sleepy."

He said bashfully.

"You can....."

Sungjong began to drift, fidgeting with the sheets.

"You can lay with me if you want."

He finally spoke a bit wary.

 Myungsoo' s ace began to redeem just think of the thought of lying beside Sungjong.

"I-if you wa want me to." He faltered

Sungjong slightly moved out of the way, making room for the other.

Holding his breathe, Myungsoo began making his way to the empty spot.

Sungjong hadn't said much but Myungsoo could tell the younger was just as nervous as he was.

Myungsoo covered his body with the heavy sheets, le leaned javing only his bare face.

Sungjong faced him as the lay by eachother.

The room was quiet for a few minutes, with the hum of the crickets outside.

"I'm sorry."

Sungjong finally spoke.

Myungsoo raised his head, staring deeply into Sungjong' s eyes.

"Why?"

 "For whatever reason you were crying, you must be hurt."

 But Myungsoo smiled, he his eyes twinkling.

"I'm Okay"

His hands slowly began caressing Sungjong' s face.

"I'm Okay if I'm with you."

 Sungjong placed his hand over his.

"I-"

Myungsoo leaned in, softly pressing his lips against Sungjong.

"Because I love you"