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It's been a long while since he accumulated some good night's rest, one of the few things that he had concluded is the fact that his bed is too big for his own and he can't quite figure himself out at times where things are getting out of hand inside his head. His thoughts are the sole reason why he's always awake and that is probably why he had a good night's rest the night before he finds himself against a warm spreed sheets that smells exactly like mint and honey combined. It feels nice, being enveloped with a soft caress along his spine with a gentle stroke of fingers tracing something like a word or two and Chanyeol can't even bring himself to pull away from the hold that makes him feel like he's in his own dreams in which reality doesn't seem to matter anymore.

He seems to slowly wake himself up by the harsh ray of sunshine cross his face, not to mention the things that are too noisy in his ears and the disheveled sheets along his legs are cold, freezing by the sullen winter air that slips through the curtains of the small apartment. It isn't his home, no, there's no Cho, his faithful dog, there's no mornings where he's woken up by a jump on his lap when it's time to walk the said dog out, there's no 'good morning' from the neighbor who he finds too old for gardening, and there's no cars to check, there's only him and that someone against his chest.

                      ❝Red?❞

"I'm cold. Come closer." still a demanding brat even when he's asleep, he thinks with a playful roll of his eyes by the comment. He didn't hesitate though, over the past few days that he'd grown to know the other, he also knew one thing, that he's a little over protective to the latter--maybe because he saw how he could be as vulnerable as a little kid at times and so he shifts closer, a palm rubbing the length of his back until it settles on the small of its expanse, thumb gingerly caressing his skin as he lets his eyes fall shut once again. 

No. I will hit you. ['Squints]

tracing a word against their back

It was a beautiful night that day when they first met, he doesn't bother asking how there were snow drizzling around the corner with an evident pale white crystals breezing with the wind. The night ended peacefully after a cup of peppermint tea and a plate of strawberry cheesecake that he bought for the other--it had been Chanyeol who kept him company for the past few days as he seemed to be in need of it, not to mention that he's probably one of those few who was kind enough to. But they're not outside drinking peppermint tea anymore, nor there's a plate of cake on a table in front of them, Chanyeol isn't wearing Myungsoo's scarf either because they're back home, in Chanyeol's flat, on the floor as he tries to think of a way to put the Lego pieces of the car puzzle he bought a few minutes before settling himself there.

It was a habit for Chanyeol to buy Lego puzzles; he remembers how his father was the one who first bought home a pack, they both stayed up all night, even when Chanyeol's mother was frantic about knowing what happened, that didn't made the habit of them buying a puzzle after another every weekend, especially when Chanyeol promised that he would never hit a kid in the face again. No wonder he has a row of Lego race cars in his living room, in front of his father's trophies and the same sticker '07' on the flat of the board itself.

He's in the middle of sticking another red piece up on the white one to create a stripped effect, because the car he's building was his father's NASCAR champion, it was what his father used when he was still racing, when he was still alive--but he stopped, Chanyeol feels a gentle touch on his back side; he's laying on his stomach with a pillow pressed on his chest so he can have a better leverage on what he's doing, Myungsoo is settled beside him, unable to see what he's doing but he was supposed to play with Cho, his Siberian Husky but now that he feels a gentle stroke of a finger on the exposed skin against his back, he doubts it's what the latter is doing at the moment. He was about to speak, he already has his lips parted but Myungsoo beat him up to it. "I want to try something..." he says, so Chanyeol just settles his cheek back down on the pillow underneath him.

There he feels his shirt being tugged up to the middle of his back, exposing more of his skin but even when he feels a little cold, he can't seem to stop the other on what he's doing so instead of doing something else, he lets his eyes fall shut and let the ginger stroke of the pad of the latter's finger caress his skin, one stroke, and then there's two, as Chanyeol slowly understands what he meant and what he wanted to say and yet there are no words that escaped the latter's lips, the touch is enough for him to find himself smiling at the end of the action. 

                           잘생긴