Wooyoung waddled to the kitchen, still in his pajams and rubbing his eyes to get rid of the drowsiness from drinking all night. He spotted Yeosang on the table, sitting on the chair and head resting on his arm. A cigarette between his fingers.

"Morning, baby. Did you sleep well?" Wooyoung asked softly, trying to irritate Yeosang too much. He knows the older gets irritated after drinking.

"Good, we need a new pack of cigarettes," Yeosang grumbled, his voice rough from the alcohol.

Wooyoung sighed and grabbed his phone to order a new pack of cigarettes. He knew Yeosang would be in a bad mood until he got his nicotine fix. As he placed the order, he thought about the events of the previous night. It had been a wild one, with shots and dancing until the early hours of the morning.

Yeosang finally lifted his head and looked at Wooyoung, his eyes still slightly glazed over.

"You were amazing on the dance floor last night, baby," he said, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Wooyoung blushed at the praise, feeling a warmth spread through him at Yeosang's words. Despite his gruff exterior, Yeosang always knew how to make him feel special.

"Thanks, Yeosang. You weren't so bad yourself," Wooyoung replied, a playful grin on his face.

Yeosang chuckled and stubbed out his cigarette, finally starting to wake up fully.

"Let's make some breakfast together, yeah? I'm starving," Yeosang suggested, already getting up from the table.

Wooyoung nodded eagerly, following him to the fridge to see what they could whip up. As they worked together in the kitchen, the morning sunlight streaming in through the windows, Wooyoung couldn't help but feel grateful for moments like these with Yeosang. Despite the ups and downs, they always found their way back to each other, creating a bond that was unbreakable.

As they sat down to eat, enjoying their meal and each other's company, Wooyoung knew that no matter what challenges they faced, they would always have each other to lean on. And for that, he was truly thankful.

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"Baby, did the new pack came?" Yeosang asked. Wooyoung glanced at his phone and saw a notification that the delivery had arrived. He quickly got up from the table and went to the door to retrieve the pack of cigarettes.

"Here you go, Yeosang," Wooyoung said, handing the pack to him.

Yeosang took the pack with a grateful smile and wasted no time in lighting up a cigarette. The familiar scent filled the air, calming him instantly.

"Thanks, baby. You always take care of me," Yeosang said, his voice softer now that he had his fix.

Wooyoung smiled and sat back down at the table, feeling content in the moment.

"Anything for you, Yeosang. I'll always take care of you," Wooyoung replied, reaching out to take Yeosang's hand in his.

They shared a quiet moment, enjoying the simple pleasure of being together. Wooyoung knew that their relationship was far from perfect, but as long as they had each other, they could weather any storm that came their way.

And as they sat there, hand in hand, Wooyoung couldn't help but feel a deep sense of love and gratitude for the man sitting across from him. Yeosang may be rough around the edges, but he was Wooyoung's rock, his constant in a world filled with chaos.

Together, they faced the day ahead, knowing that as long as they had each other, they could handle whatever challenges came their way. And that was all that truly mattered to Wooyoung.