Seonghwa had been drinking for the last hour. After his schedule finished for the day, he went to his room in their dorm and drank. Soju, the only alcohol there was in the dorm. He got startled when a knock came and the door opened, Yeosang standing there holding a plate of brownie.

"Hyung, I baked, and only you didn't eat it, so here," he said. Smiling and walking in the room, closing the door behind.

"Oh, thanks, come sit," Seonghwa said softly, patting his lap for Yeosang sit on. The younger hesitated but eventually did what was told. Straddling Seonghwa's lap and leaning on his chest, feeling his hyung's lips on his shoulder and up to his neck.

He felt Seonghwa wrap his arms around his waist and nuzzle his nose in his shoulder. He carressed Seonghwa's hair, shifting to get more comfortable and rub Seonghwa's nape gently.

Seonghwa lifted his head and kissed Yeosang's ear, the back of it, nibbling on his lobe and groaning. "Yeosang, you're so pretty. Tell me if uncomfortable, "

Seonghwa's hands ran up and down his back, slightly lifting his shirt. Rubbing his back in a soothing motion.

"Yeosang, do you have my hoodie?" Seonghwa whispered, his voice husky as he nuzzled closer to Yeosang's neck. Yeosang blushed at the intimate gesture but managed to nod, his hands fumbling to reach for the hoodie that was draped over a nearby chair.

"Here," Yeosang mumbled, handing the hoodie to Seonghwa, who eagerly took it. He quickly shrugged off his own shirt, leaving him bare-chested as he slipped on the oversized hoodie. The fabric engulfed him, making him look even smaller and more vulnerable.

Seonghwa then pulled Yeosang closer, resting his chin on top of Yeosang's head and inhaling deeply, relishing in the comforting scent that was uniquely Yeosang.

"We should go to bed," Seonghwa murmured, his hands now traveling down Yeosang's sides, his touch gentle and warm. "You can stay here with me tonight if you want."

Yeosang's heart raced at the offer, the idea of sharing a bed with Seonghwa filling him with a mix of excitement and nervousness. He nodded again, unable to find his voice, and allowed Seonghwa to guide him towards the bed.

As they lay down, with Seonghwa wrapping his arms protectively around Yeosang, the room felt safe and intimate. Yeosang's head rested on Seonghwa's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, finding solace in the familiar sound.

Seonghwa pressed a kiss to the top of Yeosang's head, his lips lingering there for a moment before he whispered, "I'm glad you're here with me, Yeosang. I don't ever want to let you go."

Yeosang's heart swelled at the words, feeling a sense of belonging and love wash over him. He tightened his grip on Seonghwa, feeling the strength and warmth radiating from him, intertwining their souls in that small, private moment.

And as sleep slowly claimed them both, they found peace in each other's arms, knowing that no matter what the world threw at them, they had each other to hold on to.