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“The fuck are you two doing?”
Dongmin all but huffs at the words. He doesn’t even know who spoke them, he’s too comfortable and warm to care.
“Mind your business, hyung,” he faintly hears Woonhak mutter from above him. His voice sounds muffled from where his face shoved into Woonhak’s neck.
The unknown person tuts, “Woonhak-ah that’s no way to talk to your favorite hyung,” it’s Jaehyun, Dongmin realizes distantly. Only Jaehyun would to refer to himself with a nickname as stupid as that.
Dongmin curls his arm around Woonhak’s waist tighter and lifts his head, eyes squinting as they adjust the the light, “if you’re gonna be loud do it somewhere else, ‘m tryna sleep.”
He barely catches the pout that forms on Jaehyun’s lips as he snuggles into Woonhak’s chest. The younger grumbles as he does, but makes no move to stop it.
He hadn’t tried to stop any of this.
This being Dongmin.
Dongmin who has decided as of twenty minutes ago that he wants to become one with the couch. And Woonhak just happened to be on the couch at the time, it’s pure coincidence.
Woonhak had accepted the intrusion of his space gracefully, well, more graceful than usual.
Dongmin had a long day at the studio, a long day of their vocal coach telling him that he just wasn’t doing good enough. So he’s tired, and disappointed in himself, and he had decided nothing could make him feel better. But when he stepped into their apartment and saw their usually occupied couch was empty his heart picked up excitedly.
Dongmin quickly toed off his sneakers, socked feet padding softly on the hardwood floor as he walked over to the living room. His heart beating loudly in his chest when the Woonhak AKA the devil incarnate decided that he actually did want to sit on the couch. That his spot in front of their coffee table was no longer cozy even though he had many, many hours to have couch time to himself, he decides to go there now.
Normally this would make Dongmin’s attempts to claim the spot fall apart, but today he refuses. Today, he will sit on that god damn couch.
So when he ungreacfully throws himself on top of the unsuspecting Woonhak he feels satisfaction swell in his chest.
He immediately moves to the inner corner of the couch so he’s smushed between Woonhak and the soft cushions.
“Why, why are you doing this to me,” Woonhak groans out from above his head.
Dongmin smiles and rubs his nose into Woonhak’s soft neck, the younger always smells like laundry detergent and baby powder. He smells soft, familiar.
“I’m tired and you’re here,” he says with a small nip to Woonhak’s neck just to piss him off a little.
Woonhak moves where Dongmin’s hand on his chest was to his waist gently, “you have a bed, why me,” his words sound irritated but there’s a soft edge to them.
Dongmin sighs contently as he intertwines their legs, “cause you’re warm,” he pauses, the next words sit heavy on his tongue but he decides to let them slip out of his mouth, he can’t help it, he has to say them, “you’re warm and I love you.”
He smiles softly to himself as he hears Woonhak’s heart rate pick up from where his head is rests. The younger’s skin has gotten even warmer and Dongmin knows he doesn’t have to see Woonhak’s face when he can feel the way he flushes
Woonhak doesn’t respond to him but Dongmin doesn’t need him too. The hand that was softly rubbing small circles on his arm moves to his back and a toothy smile he knows Woonhak feels on his neck spreads to his lips when realizes why Woonhak moved his hand.
It’s just four small words, just four small words that Woonhak draws onto his back. But because they’re from Woonhak, because they’re to him, these four small words mean everything.
I love you too.