Eric woke up and immediately groaned, the bright rays of sun shining through the white curtains blinding his eyes as he tried to open them too quickly.

Sitting up slowly, the hald- man squinted at his surroundings. They were very familiar, but he didn't remember how and when he had gotten there. He waited, his memory coming back to him by bits and pieces. He rubbed his face and groaned again, more loudly. He had an unusual massive headache.

Rubbing his temples to relieve the pain, he closed his eyes again and swore. He hadn't even drunk that much. Well, some, of course. Still, not as much as he used to. He didn't deserve such a headache. Why was his alcohol tolerance so low nowadays? Damn, getting older was tough.

He would never drink again. Never ever. Well, at least, not until the next party.

He nearly started when cool glass brushed his cheek.

"Awake?"

Eric opened his eyes again, with clear difficulty, lips slightly parted in surprise and awe as he looked at the beautiful, fresh-looking man standing in front of him. He pouted inwardly, taking the glass in his hand absentmindedly. Why was he looking so good when Eric felt so much like ? It was totally unfair.

Hyesung arched an eyebrow then sat down next to him on the bed when Eric didn't answer immediately.

"Not yet, I guess," he sighed.

Turning his eyes on the beverage, the rapper took the glass and sniffed at the content, looking suspicious.

"What is it?" He croaked. "Smells funny."

Looking at him carefully, Hyesung frowned, and Eric had the strange feeling that the singer wasn't just here to nurse him but to torture him for some reason.

"Well, that smelly thing is your punishment," he said, not without some satisfaction. "Drink it up. It'll help your hangover."

He lifted the glass, forcing Eric to swallow the unappetizing medication. The rapper made a face but gulped it down until the last drop before turning his head towards him.

"Punishment? It's not my fault," he defended himself. "I didn't even drink that much."
"Really? You seemed pretty drunk to me," Hyesung mocked. 
"I wasn't," he protested, pouting a little.
"You were," the singer insisted, frowning deeper. "Besides, that's not why I'm mad at you. Don't tell me you don't even remember what you did when you came back?"

Eric blinked and Hyesung's eyes narrowed. His cheeks were kind of red now, but Eric coudn't tell if it was from anger or embarrassment.

"What are you talking about?"
"I swear, Mun Junghyuk. Next time, I'll lock you up outside, drunk off your or not!"

Before Eric had the chance to reply, Hyesung stood up and left the bedroom. He was in Hyesung's bedroom, Eric realized now. He blinked again. Actually, he didn't remember how he got here at all.

The previous night, after the Lotte family concert where they had performed a few songs, Eric had left with Minwoo, the co-CEOs partying with some friends, other actors and musicians. Even Yongbae, his best friend – his longtime friend, since high school to these days – had been there.

Hyesung hadn't come along with them though. As often, he had preferred to leave the party early to have his beauty sleep, despite Eric and Minwoo's whiny pleas to have fun with them.

Even though his boyfriend had never admitted it, Eric suspected that he was in fact a little uncomfortable around Yongbae and his other friends. After all, no one knew about their real relationship, and hanging with each other's friends could sometimes be an awkward situation.

Maybe that was the reason why Hyesung seemed a little bit upset. Usually, the singer didn't seem to mind when he hung out with his own friends and drank, but maybe he had actually wanted to stay with them for once, with him. It was sometimes hard to tell with his shy, sensitive boyfriend.

It didn't explain why Hyesung was that mad with him though. Yeah, he had come back home – a little – wasted but it wasn't the first time.

Rubbing his neck as he racked his brains, Eric got up and went into the bathroom.

***

A warm shower later, Eric felt more human even though his eyebags would have scared his most fervent fans away. He entered the kitchen and yawned as he looked for water – the only thing he could ingest without throwing up.

Hyesung was cooking something at the stove, and as he passed round him, Eric grabbed his shoulders, massaging them gently before making his way to the nearest bottle. Pouring himself a glass, he yawned again.

"I thought you'd have already eaten at this hour."
"This is not for me."

Hyesung turned around and put down a bawl on the table a few seconds later.

Surprised, Eric sat down at the table, staring at the haejangguk – a soup against hangovers – that Hyesung had obviously prepared for him.

It was sweet of him, and Eric looked up, smiling. His eyes searched for his boyfriend's.

But Hyesung had already left, going to stretch and work out on the gym mat in his living room as he did most mornings. He didn't look at him – actually, he hadn't looked at him once since he had entered the room, apparently still sulking – and Eric's eyes went back to his soup.

He tasted carefully a spoonful of it. Even if his sick stomach didn't seem ready to eat much, it was rather... good and soothing. He smiled and looked up again, watching as Hyesung stretched his legs and upper body.

Eating his soup diligently, he watched him for a while in silence, while Hyesung was clearly ignoring him. The sight was more than pleasing. Hyesung was sleeveless and wearing shorts, and the gym exercises made his lean, graceful body look more attractive than ever, his soft but well-defined muscles standing out in the daylight.

Taking his phone, lying next to the soft, orange toy flower – a gift from the fans that he had picked up from the stage and given to Hyesung at their last concert – on the table, Eric discreetly took a picture of his y boyfriend.

The "click" could be heard in the silent room though, and Eric tried to look innocent when a suspicious Hyesung stopped his stretchings for a few seconds to glare at him.

Ignoring the alert of an incoming message from Minwoo that poppep up on his phone's screen, Eric kept eating the soup his boyfriend had prepared for him with a smile on his face, feeling warm and happy.

When he finished the last spoonfuls a couple of minutes later, his lips, Eric propped his head up on one hand. He was still smiling.

"I'm sorry."
"Oh, so now you remember?" Hyesung said with sarcasm, arching his eyebrows. 
"No, I just thought I should apologize for whatever it is I have done, just in case," he joked.

Hyesung paused in his exercises to glare at him once again. Eric couldn't help but chuckle.

"Yeah, I do remember what happened yesterday," he admitted. "I don't know why you're mad at me though."
"You don't know?" Hyesung repeated increduously, visibly annoyed.

Eric shrugged and Hyesung resumed his work out, shaking his head. When it became clear to the rapper that he wouldn't say anything more to him, he stood up. Coming close to the singer – who was now doing crunches while keeping a wary eye on him, Eric kneed before him, holding his feet and ankles. Hyesung stopped moving.

"What are you doing?"
"Just helping you," Eric answered, smiling innocently.

Hyesung frowned but resumed his crunches. Eric did nothing for a while, just assisting him in his work out, then suddenly, he kissed one bare knee. Hyesung's moves slowed down and Eric kissed the other knee. They stared at each other, intensely, and Eric sighed a little.

"Is it because of Yongbae?"

Hyesung looked confused. He stopped his crunches, hugging his knees.

"Your friend Yongbae? What do you mean?"
"You could have stayed with us too you know," Eric said.

Eric's bold fingers slided tentatively on his arms, brushing his skin pleasingly, reassuringly, and Hyesung let him. His eyes narrowed on his face though, and he snorted sarcastically.

"You really want him to wonder why you keep groping me all the time?"
"Hey," Eric protested. "You're the one who kissed me the last time we partied together."

Hyesung had the decency to blush. He had a nasty tendency to kiss and cuddle whoever was on his radar when he was drunk. Well, Eric, mostly.

"It was just a little kiss, nobody cared," he said, rolling his eyes.
"What? That was a French kiss!" Eric insisted, amused. 
"Whatever," Hyesung mumbled, averting his eyes.

Eric smirked when the embarrassed singer rubbed his jaw, before growing serious again. Taking his hand briefly in his, he watched his face carefully as he waited for him to talk. The singer sighed a little.

"I don't mind you hanging out with Yongbae," Hyesung nearly murmured.
"You know you're my best friend too, right?" Eric insisted.

Hyesung seemed to think about it for some time, then he looked at him again, timidly.

"I know that. It's not exactly the same thing though. We're not just friends," he hesitated, flushing even more.

Eric smiled a little.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean we can't hang out together like normal friends do," he told him gently, now his arms more firmly. "Not to mention, we could have gone home together last night."
"We do that too much already," Hyesung argued. "I swear the guys are giving us weird looks lately."

He wasn't wrong. Coming back from the airport together, leaving after parties together... Staring longingly at the other and trying to hold each other's hands. Since their comeback, they had been more careless, the rapper realized, giving out despite themselves many small hints that could render their relationship suspicious to others, especially to the other Shinhwa members who knew them very well.

"Yeah but..."
"But nothing," Hyesung cut him off, suddenly annoyed. "You still would have passed out on me anyway."

Lowering his eyes with a deep blush on his face, he frowned at Eric's wandering hands, and he tried to shoo them away with a swat. Eric blinked.

"Is it what this is all about? You're mad at me because I fell asleep on you?"

Hyesung glared at him, now red as a tomato, and Eric couldn't help but chuckle.

After typing the code of Hyesung's flat, he had gone in and made a bee line to his boyfriend's room, drunkenly removing his clothes and sneaking between the sheets.

At first, Hyesung had groaned and grumbled in displeasure at being woken up, swearing loudly at his drunken and trying to kick him out of the bed, but he had eventually given in. Indeed, the singer hadn't been long to respond eagerly to his kisses and caresses, their bodies languorously intertwined rubbing against each other.

Then, Eric had suddenly out, falling asleep on him.

It had taken him a few minutes this morning to remember what had happened that night. Eric smirked.

"Whatever you did expect yesterday, I can make it up to you," he promised. 
"Yah! Don't touch me, this is really not the time!" Hyesung protested loudly.

Eric didn't seem to listen to him though as he parted gently his struggling knees to crawl between his thighs, making him lie down on the floor with all his weight.

Further protests were muffled with a heated kiss.

Hyesung tried to push the eager man away a few times – uneffectively as he also was busy kissing him back – before surrendering completely when Eric started to nibble and kiss his neck tenderly, rubbing his body expertly against his and caressing just the right spots.

"I think we never did it here, did we?" Eric cooed softly between kisses.

Embracing and squeezing his large shoulders, Hyesung shyly gazed at him. He silently shook his head, and kissed him again. He was already hard, nearly panting, and willing to do whatever Eric wanted from him at the moment.

Still between his thighs, the rapper leaned back a little and smiled sweetly at him.

"Let's put it on the to do list then. My head is killing me right now."

Without another word, he flopped back down on him. Hugging Hyesung's smaller body tightly, he rested his head on the lean torso, then sighed contentedly. They stayed there for a while, completely silent, when Hyesung – too flabbergasted to move or push him away, let out a long, pitiful sigh, staring with wide eyes at the ceiling.

"You know what?"
"What?"
"You're such a ing tease, Mun Junghyuk."

Eric shamelessly giggled and his boyfriend hit his head lightly, swearing affectionately at him, but he didn't complain further as they remained entangled on the hard floor, cuddling for a few more peaceful minutes.

Eric's phone buzzed again, and he idly wondered if it was Minwoo again. Maybe something was up at the company? The CEO didn't move though, ignoring the world and his worries for a short, blissful moment.