Yeosang felt a arm around his waist from behind, pulling him back to a firm chest. He knew it was Yunho as the older never wore a shirt in the mornings, and always came to Yeosang's bed.

"Yeosangie, are you awake?" Yunho whispered, drawing circles on the youngers hip with his finger. Yeosang stayed quiet, eyes closed and drowsy from sleep still.

"Morning to you too, Yeosangie," Yunho cooed, pressing his nose in Yeosang's nape.

Yeosang sighed, but didn't move an inch. He was comfortable as it is and getting up meant to more warmth. Yunho shifted closer and nuzzled his face into the crook of Yeosang's neck, planting soft kisses along his skin.

"I hate you,"

"Love you too,"

"I hate you,"

"I love you too, baby," Yunho mused, pressing his palm on Yeosang's toned torso, the shirt slightly rolled up exposing smooth skin. Yeosang shivered at the touch, but didn't protest. He secretly loved Yunho's affectionate side, even though he pretended not to.

Yunho's hand traveled up to Yeosang's chest, fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin. Yeosang couldn't help but let out a low hum of contentment, feeling his body relax further into Yunho's embrace.

"Let's stay like this for a bit longer, hmm?" Yunho whispered, pressing a soft kiss on Yeosang's shoulder. Yeosang smiled, feeling warmth spread through his body at Yunho's touch.

"Okay," he murmured, finally opening his eyes to meet Yunho's gaze. The older smiled back at him, eyes filled with affection and love.

And in that moment, Yeosang realized how lucky he was to have someone like Yunho by his side. Someone who loved him unconditionally, someone who always knew how to make him feel loved and cherished.

And as they lay there in each other's arms, basking in the warmth of their love, Yeosang knew that nothing could ever break the bond they shared. They were meant to be together, forever and always.