Seonghwa was dead tired when he came home, almost falling off the stairs while going up to his bedroom. He entered the bedroom that was dark and only lit by the nightlamb beside the bed, and a note under it. Seonghwa took the note and sat on the bed, hand going to carress a sleeping Yeosang's hair.

'Sorry if I made you angry, you can wake me up for sex when you come. I'm sorry again,' the note read, which was a result of their complicated relationship and the misunderstandings that aroused between them.  Seonghwa sighed at the revelation as Yeosang kept sleeping, curling up slightly at the warmth of Seonghwa's hand in his hair.

"Baby," Seonghwa cooed. He cupped Yeosang's face and pressed his thumb between the youngers lips, eliciting a soft sigh from the sleeping boy. Yeosang stirred slightly, his eyelids fluttering as he slowly began to wake up. When his eyes finally opened, they met Seonghwa’s gaze—sleepy yet filled with affection.

“Did you just get home?” Yeosang mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. He stretched, attempting to shake off the drowsiness, but his body still felt heavy against the soft bedding.

“Yeah, just a bit ago,” Seonghwa replied, trying to keep his tone gentle. He could feel the weight of the day still lingering on his shoulders, but it dissolved slightly at the sight of Yeosang’s sleepy smile. “I found your note.”

Yeosang frowned, a hint of guilt creeping into his expression. “I didn’t mean it like that... I just thought you might be upset with me,” he said, rubbing his eyes and sitting up further. The blanket slipped a bit, revealing the soft lines of his collarbone.

“You didn’t make me angry, love,” Seonghwa reassured him, scooting closer. “I was tired, and the last thing on my mind was being upset with you.”

“But you left so suddenly,” Yeosang replied, his voice barely a whisper. “I thought I messed everything up.”

Seonghwa shook his head, brushing his fingers through Yeosang’s hair again. “You could never mess this up. It’s just… sometimes we misunderstand each other, you know?” He paused, thinking about all the moments that had led to this conversation. “I want us to communicate better.”

Yeosang nodded slowly, understanding dawning in his eyes. “I just miss you when you’re gone. It makes me feel… insecure sometimes.”

Seonghwa’s heart ached at the soft vulnerability in Yeosang’s voice. He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to Yeosang’s forehead. “You always have my heart, you know that? It’s just a little misplaced sometimes.”

“Let me make it up to you,” Yeosang said with a playful smirk. “I’m awake now, remember?”

Seonghwa chuckled, a warm sensation blossoming in his chest at Yeosang’s playful nature. “Oh really? I suppose I could be persuaded…”

Yeosang’s laughter filled the small room, light and melodic, which in turn lightened the lingering shadows of the day. “I can be very persuasive,” he teased, drawing closer to him, a spark of mischief glowing in his eyes.

“Yes, you can,” Seonghwa replied softly, his own gaze melting into the warmth that radiated from Yeosang. “But first, how about we talk through this? I want to make sure we don’t have to leave notes anymore.”

Yeosang’s expression shifted, sincerity replacing the playfulness. “I’d like that. I really would. I want to understand you better… as you do me.”

“Always.” Seonghwa smiled, holding Yeosang’s gaze as the world outside faded away. He knew the path of love wasn’t always easy, but with Yeosang by his side, he felt more at peace than ever. They could face anything together, as long as they were honest.