The room was shrunk by the soft and silent light of the early morning, of the kind that barely digs through the cracks in the curtains. The air was cold against your skin, but the heat next to you was irresistible, pulling you like gravity. His chest rose and fell steadily, the weak rhythm a silent tranquility in the stillness.

The bed was a mess - twisted sheets half hanging from the mattress, pillows scattered here and there, the slight smell of sweat, sex and cologne remained in the air, mixing with the fresh cold air of the dawn was inspeated through the window. However, the chaos around him seemed distant, insignificant compared to the gentle refuge you found against him.

You pulled the sheet higher on yourself, feeling vulnerable in ways you didn't expect. It shouldn't look like that.

You approached, resting your head on his chest. His heartbeat hit gently under his ear, firm and soothing. His arm slid around him instinctively, pulling you tighter to him, as if he was afraid you could escape. You felt your lips rub the top of your head.

BAEK SANGG : My little fish....