Yeosang felt for Wooyoung's hand in the darkness of their bedroom, feeling Wooyoung cuddle closer to his side and tuck his head under the olders chin.

"Hey," Yeosang whispered softly, feeling the warmth radiate from Wooyoung's body. The room was quiet, save for the gentle sound of their breaths mingling in the stillness of the night.

"Woo, are you awake?" Yeosang asked, his voice barely above a murmur. He could feel Wooyoung's hair tickling his neck as he nestled deeper, seeking comfort.

Wooyoung smiled against Yeosang's skin, the action almost involuntary. "I am now," he replied, his voice sleepy yet filled with affection. "I was just enjoying the moment."

Yeosang chuckled softly, his heart swelling at the way Wooyoung always seemed to draw nearer, like a moth to a flame. "You should have told me; I could have turned on the light."

“No, I like it like this,” Wooyoung said, a hint of mischief in his tone. “It feels more... intimate. Just us in the dark.”

Yeosang sank into the sensation of Wooyoung's warmth, knowing that every moment they shared felt like a treasure. He ran his fingers gently through Wooyoung's hair, feeling the soft strands slip between his fingers.

"What are you thinking about?" Wooyoung asked, tilting his head slightly to gaze up at Yeosang through the dim light filtering in from the street outside.

"About how lucky I am," Yeosang confessed, his heart pounding as he looked down into Wooyoung's eyes. They sparkled even in the low light, and for a moment, all the chaos of the outside world melted away.

"Woo, do you think people really fall in love?" Yeosang continued, feeling a rush of vulnerability as he spoke the words. "Like, truly and completely?"

Wooyoung's expression softened. He shifted slightly to prop himself up on one elbow, looking intently at Yeosang. “I believe in it. I think love is one of those things that builds over time. It’s more than just a feeling; it’s a choice, a commitment.”

Yeosang nodded, feeling his heart soar with hope and affection. “And I choose you,” he said simply, the sincerity in his voice echoing in the intimate space between them.

“You always choose me,” Wooyoung replied, a playful smile breaking his serious demeanor. “And I’ll always choose you, too.”

Their gazes locked for a moment, and in that shared silence, the weight of the world seemed to dissipate, leaving only the two of them and the love that wove their hearts together.