He’s so warm. That’s what you think, at least.

You and Yanqing lay tangled in each others embrace, the blondes arms wrap tightly around your body, his hand going to gently stroke your head. He’s really enjoying being like this— so comfortable and close to you. Simply having you near him simply made him want to stay with you and never leave. Call him clingy, but on days like these, where the sun was perfectly warm, just enough where it made you too comfortable to move. He knew this was the perfect chance to try something new.

You were hesitant, not used to having such close contact with someone. Yet somehow he managed to coax you out of your comfort zone, and now you land yourself in this position, even if you both were.. friends, close friends, best friends.

Perhaps, It’s a little complicated.

Either way, it didn’t matter, the silence was comfortable, and so were you.

And so was he.