"Can i kiss you, baby?" Wooyoung asked softly, a lazy smile on his face.

"Whenever you want," Yeosang shrugged, curling up against Wooyoung's side in the bed. "Kiss me,"

Wooyoung didn't wait any longer and pressed his lips to Yeosang's, moving them against the olders. "Are you ok? Did whiskey hit you hard?" Wooyoung asked his boyfriend.

"Gonna sleep, let's cuddle, love you," Yeosang muttered, pressing his cheek on Wooyoung's chest. "Love you, a lot," he added with a sleepy sigh, his eyes fluttering shut as he nestled in closer.

Wooyoung chuckled softly, brushing a few strands of hair away from Yeosang's forehead. "You know, I think the whiskey made you even sweeter," he teased, his fingers trailing lightly down Yeosang's arm.

Yeosang let out a soft, content sound, pulling the blankets tighter around them. "Just a little tipsy. It’s all your fault for ordering that last round," he murmured, but the playful annoyance in his tone was overshadowed by the affection he felt.

"Hey, you were the one who said you wanted to celebrate my birthday," Wooyoung replied, his voice warm and teasing as he leaned down to plant another kiss on Yeosang's forehead.

“Celebration getting cozy now,” Yeosang said through a yawn, feeling the warmth of Wooyoung’s body wrapping around him like a comforting blanket.

“Exactly. Just you and me, on this lazy afternoon,” Wooyoung smiled, pulling him in tighter, the rhythm of their breaths slowly syncing.

They lay there in silence for a moment, enjoying the peacefulness of the moment and the soft sounds of the world beyond their little cocoon. Wooyoung looked down at Yeosang, marveling at how peaceful he looked, his lips slightly parted in sleep.

“Love you too, Sang,” Wooyoung whispered, heart swelling with warmth. As he closed his eyes, he knew one thing for sure: there was nowhere else he’d rather be than here with Yeosang, wrapped up in each other’s arms.

Yeosang kept saying 'love you' all night, his voice soft and dreamy, as if it were the only thing on his mind. Each time he murmured those words, Wooyoung felt his heart flutter, a gentle warmth spreading through him. It didn’t matter if Yeosang was half-asleep or fully aware; the affection was palpable, a sweet balm to the remnants of the whiskey.

“Love you,” Yeosang mumbled again, burying his face deeper into Wooyoung’s chest. The rhythm of his heartbeat seemed to resonate as a lullaby, coaxing Yeosang further into slumber.

“Love you too, Yeosang,” Wooyoung replied, running his fingers soothingly through Yeosang’s hair, feeling the silky strands slide between his fingers. It had become a ritual of sorts, this loving exchange in the quiet of the night.

At one point, Yeosang stirred, his voice slightly more coherent yet still laced with sleep. “What do you think about forever?” he asked, his voice muffled but laced with curiosity.

“I think forever sounds pretty great,” Wooyoung replied, looking down at the boy nestled against him. “As long as it’s with you.”

Yeosang smiled, though Wooyoung could barely see it in the dim light. “Good. Because I can’t imagine anyone else,” he said softly, his words wrapped in the security of the moment.

As the night wore on, Yeosang continued to drift in and out of consciousness, each time whispering variations of “love you.” Sometimes it was a simple “love you a lot,” and other times it became more elaborate, filled with dreams of their future together.

Wooyoung found himself smiling at each declaration, fully content to let the sweet words wash over him. They formed a gentle melody that echoed through the night, weaving an intricate tapestry of their relationship—a blend of affection, dreams, and shared moments.

Eventually, as the moon reached its peak in the sky, Yeosang fell into a deep sleep, his breath evening out against Wooyoung’s skin. Wooyoung watched him for a while, admiring the way the moonlight caught the contours of Yeosang's face, highlighting the serenity etched in his features.

In the peaceful silence, Wooyoung realized that he wouldn’t trade this moment for anything. He kissed the top of Yeosang's head softly, murmuring one last time, “Love you,” before he himself succumbed to sleep, wrapped in the cocoon of warmth and love they had built together.