It was a chill evening, really, because peace was clear in Yeosang's room. Wooyoung sat on the floor, leaning against the bed, picking at the tread on his large sweater while Yeosang smoked his fifth cigarette beside the window, occasionally checking if his boyfriend was napping.

"Baby?" Yeosang asked softly as he pressed the finished cigarette in the ash tray, going to sit beside Wooyoung with a easy smile.

"So beautiful," Yeosang commented, like usual, because Wooyoung always looked beautiful, so beautiful that Yeosang wanted to kiss him all day. And he did kiss him, because his hands were on Wooyoung's neck before even thinking, pressing a soft kiss on his lips. The younger melted away immediately, leaning in to the kiss, closing his eyes in the process.

Yeosang didn't let him go that easily after a second kiss as he wrapped his arms around Wooyoung's waist, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. It was quiet aside from their breathing and rustle of their clothes as Wooyoung shifted to sit straighter, slipping his hands under Yeosang's hoodie to feel the warmth of his skin. The contact sent a delightful shiver down Yeosang's spine, and he couldn't help but smile into the kiss. Wooyoung’s fingers explored the smooth expanse of Yeosang’s back, tracing lazy patterns that made the older boy sigh softly.

"Don't stop," Yeosang murmured against Wooyoung's lips, a teasing glint in his eye. Wooyoung pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, mischief dancing in his features.

"I wouldn’t dream of it," he replied, a playful smirk forming. Just as he leaned in again to capture Yeosang's lips, he heard a faint rumble of thunder in the distance, the sound echoing through the peaceful atmosphere of their room.

“You hear that?” Wooyoung asked, pulling away slightly to look at the window where the darkening sky hinted at an impending storm.

“Yeah. It’s cozy, isn’t it?” Yeosang replied, his fingers still resting lightly on Wooyoung’s waist, grounding himself in the moment.

“Very cozy,” Wooyoung agreed, his heart beating a little faster as he tucked a lock of hair behind Yeosang's ear. “But I think it’s even cozier like this,” he added, leaning back in, capturing Yeosang's lips once again.

As the rain began to patter softly against the glass, they lost themselves in the rhythm of their kisses, the world outside fading away. In each embrace, they exchanged warmth and tenderness that felt like a soothing balm against the coming storm—both outside and within.

Yeosang sat up after a while of more kissing, carresing Wooyoung's cheek while he laid on the bed, curling the youngers hair around his finger with a small smile. Wooyoung leaned back to steal another kiss from Yeosang, savoring the taste that lingered on his lips. It was sweet, a mixture of excitement and contentment that made him want to keep kissing and never stop.

“Do you think it’s going to rain hard?” Wooyoung asked, glancing toward the window where the first few droplets began to slide down the glass. He hoped it would pour, maybe even lightning and thunder, as it would only add to the cozy atmosphere they had cultivated in their little sanctuary.

“Maybe,” Yeosang replied, his voice low and dreamy. “But we won’t care about that now, right?” He leaned down, his breath teasing Wooyoung's lips before he connected them again in a slow, luxurious kiss.

Wooyoung melted further into the embrace, feeling as if the outside world had completely disappeared. “You're right,” he murmured against Yeosang’s mouth, his fingers now traveling up to tangle in the older boy’s hair, pulling him closer as if that might somehow keep their bubble intact.

They kissed and kissed, letting the outside world drown in the sound of rain pounding against the window—a symphony that matched the rhythm of their hearts. The comfort of their closeness was intoxicating, each little sigh and soft touch lighting a fire within them that easily kept the chill of the evening at bay.

“Let’s play a game,” Yeosang suggested suddenly, breaking the kiss but staying close enough that their foreheads touched, breaths mingling in the small space between them.

“What kind of game?” Wooyoung asked, curiosity sparkling in his eyes. He always loved the playful side of Yeosang, the way his ideas were often spontaneous and filled with warmth.

“Truth or dare,” Yeosang said with a playful grin, eyes full of mischief. “But with a twist. If you choose dare, you can’t refuse. If you pick truth… well, let’s just say I want a real answer.”

“Sounds dangerous,” Wooyoung said, a bit of excitement lacing his voice.

“Only if you’re willing to be honest,” Yeosang teased, nudging him with a playful elbow. “Your turn to choose first.”

Wooyoung considered for a moment, the rain drumming a steady beat against the window as thunder rolled faintly in the distance. “Truth,” he said finally, a confident smile playing across his lips.

“Have you ever thought about what it would be like to kiss me in a thunderstorm?” Yeosang asked, his eyes glimmering with amusement.

Wooyoung's cheeks flushed a shade of pink as he chuckled. “Well, I’m thinking about it right now…”

“Care to elaborate?” Yeosang pressed, feigning innocence as he leaned back, crossing his arms.

“Okay, fine. I’ve definitely imagined it… and I was picturing a lot of kissing and a lot of... well you know, the two of us being all romantic,” Wooyoung admitted, his fingers playing nervously with the hem of Yeosang’s hoodie.

“Sounds like a good daydream,” Yeosang replied. “Alright, it's my turn now. Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Wooyoung said confidently, though a hint of trepidation flickered in his eyes.

“I dare you to kiss me like it’s pouring outside,” Yeosang commanded, his lips curling into an enticing smile.

Wooyoung grinned, immediately diving forward to capture Yeosang's mouth again, this time with an urgency that spoke volumes—like he was trying to drown out the rest of the world and create their own intimate storm within the cozy confines of the room. Their lips moved together in a dance that spoke of affection and longing; every soft sigh and muffled giggle drowning out the gentle roar of the rain.

Wooyoung shifted to sit facing Yeosang, leaning on the bed to kiss him better, their bodies gravitating closer, each kiss falling heavier than the last. The soft light in the room mixed with the warm glow of their shared affection, creating an atmosphere that felt almost dreamlike. Wooyoung’s heart raced, and he reveled in the sensation of Yeosang’s lips moving against his with that sweet ferocity that never failed to make him feel cherished and adored.

As the storm began to unleash its fury outside, rain plastered against the window, filling the room with the soothing sound of nature’s symphony. The ambiance wrapped around them like a plush blanket, heightening the intimacy between the two boys.

“Wow,” Wooyoung breathed between kisses, pulling back for just a moment to catch his breath. “You really went all out on that dare.”

Yeosang chuckled softly, brushing his thumb across Wooyoung’s flushed cheek as he looked into his eyes, which sparkled with mischief and warmth. “What can I say? I’m a firm believer in delivering what’s asked for.”

“Then I guess it’s time for my turn again,” Wooyoung said, playfulness lacing his tone. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Yeosang replied boldly, his expression challenging.

Wooyoung smirked, eyes shining with intent. “I dare you to…” He paused dramatically, gauging Yeosang’s eager anticipation. “I dare you to whisper something sweet in my ear and then kiss me like you mean it.”

Yeosang laughed softly at the simplicity of the dare and the sincerity behind Wooyoung’s request. He leaned in close, sending a delightful shiver down Wooyoung’s spine as he let his lips brush against his boyfriend’s ear.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” Yeosang whispered, his breath warm against Wooyoung's skin. Wooyoung’s heart skipped a beat, those words lingering in the air like the softening of the storm outside. Yeosang pulled back slightly, then captured Wooyoung's lips once more, pouring everything he felt into the kiss—a mixture of gratitude, admiration, and an overwhelming sense of love.

Time seemed to dissolve as they lost themselves in each other again, the rhythm of their hearts syncing with the storm’s intensity outside. Each kiss was a promise, an endless loop of affection that wrapped around them like a cocoon, protecting them from the outside world.

When they finally pulled away, both slightly breathless, Wooyoung looked into Yeosang’s eyes, his heart full. “You know,” he began with a teasing tone, “if we keep this up, we might just need a lifeboat for all this love we’re sailing through.”

“Then let’s make sure our love boat is as sturdy as it is cozy,” Yeosang replied with a chuckle, nudging Wooyoung playfully. “Your turn again. But beware; I’m ready if you dare.”

“Okay, okay. Truth this time,” Wooyoung replied eagerly, leaning in as the rain continued its steady percussion against the window.

“Have you ever envisioned our future together?” Yeosang asked, his voice softening as he searched Wooyoung’s eyes for an honest response.

Wooyoung’s smile faded slightly, his expression becoming contemplative. “I think about it a lot, actually. I imagine us growing old together, traveling to places we dreamed of, creating our own little family.” He paused, the sincerity of his words settling in the room. “I want to be with you, Sang. Always.”

Yeosang felt warmth blossom in his chest, his hand gently squeezing Wooyoung’s. “That’s beautiful. And I do too.” The weight of their words hung in the air, deepening the connection they shared.

“And now, I want to see your truth,” Wooyoung said, his voice infused with curiosity. “What about you?"

“Mine is more about today,” Yeosang began, biting his lip, thoughts swirling in his mind. “I’m just really grateful for moments like these. I never want to take them for granted.”

“Me neither,” Wooyoung replied, sincerity etched across his face.

They shared a lingering gaze, their hearts full and the air around them thick with unspoken emotions. The storm raged outside, but within those four walls, they had created their own little slice of paradise—a world where everything was muted except for the echoes of their laughter and the soft rustle of their touches.

As the night wore on, they abandoned the game in favor of simply holding each other, stealing kisses in the warmth that grew between them as the comforting sound of the rain lulled them into a blissful state of tranquility. The outside world faded into mere background noise, and inside, they found everything they needed in each other’s arms.

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