It was late, the room quiet except for the soft hum of the heater and Sunoo’s steady breathing beside you.

He was fast asleep, face relaxed, lips slightly parted, one arm thrown over your waist like he’d pulled you close without even waking. His warmth seeped into you, familiar and comforting, but it only made the ache in your chest worse. You shifted slightly, careful not to wake him, but his arm tightened immediately, pulling you closer until your back was pressed to his chest.

You sighed softly, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. You wanted his attention, his touch, the way he’d smile sleepily and ask what’s wrong even when he already knew. Your knee brushed his, not exactly accidental, and you felt him stir.

“Mmm… what’s wrong?” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep, breath warm against your neck.