Yeosang was snuggled up in bed under the soft covers. He felt the bed shift and turned to see Seonghwa climb onto the bed beside him. A small smile spread across Yeosang's face as Seonghwa leaned down to kiss him slowly.

"Mmm, Seonghwa," Yeosang giggled softly, feeling himself slip into a little headspace as Seonghwa straddled his waist.

Seonghwa smiled back, his hands resting on Yeosang's chest as he gazed down at him. "What's so funny, Yeosang?"

"I just love it when you kiss me," Yeosang replied, his voice laced with a hint of childlike innocence. "It feels nice."

Seonghwa leaned down to kiss him again, gently pressing his lips against Yeosang's before pulling back with a grin. "Well, I'm glad you like it, baby."

Yeosang wriggled under Seonghwa's weight, his fingers playing with the hem of Seonghwa's shirt. "Can we cuddle?"

"Of course we can," Seonghwa replied, shifting to one side and pulling Yeosang closer to him. They lay there for a few moments, Seonghwa's arm wrapped around Yeosang's shoulders as Yeosang snuggled into his side.

"I love you," Yeosang said softly, looking up at Seonghwa with adoration in his eyes.

"I love you too, Yeosang," Seonghwa replied, leaning down to kiss him once more. They stayed like that for a while, lost in their own little world of love and affection. For Yeosang, there was nothing better than being with Seonghwa and feeling safe and loved in his arms.

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