As Wooyoung gently rubbed Yeosang's sides, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt wash over him. He had been so busy with work lately that he had neglected his boyfriend's needs. But now, as Yeosang leaned into his touch with a soft sigh, Wooyoung knew that he had to make it up to him.

"Does that feel good?" Wooyoung whispered, his fingers tracing lazy circles along Yeosang's skin.

"Mmm, yes," Yeosang murmured, his eyes still closed in bliss.

Encouraged by his response, Wooyoung leaned in to place a soft kiss on Yeosang's collarbone. He heard Yeosang let out a small gasp, and couldn't help the smile that crossed his face.

He continued to massage Yeosang's chest, marveling at the softness of his skin and the way his muscles tensed and relaxed under his touch. As he worked his way down to Yeosang's arms, he couldn't help but notice the tension there. He paused for a moment, rubbing circles into the tense muscles as Yeosang let out a contented sigh.

"You've been working too hard," Wooyoung said softly. "Let me take care of you."

Yeosang's response was a pleased hum, and Wooyoung felt a surge of affection for his boyfriend. He continued to massage Yeosang's arms, using long, slow strokes that made Yeosang's muscles feel like putty.

After what felt like hours, but was really only a few minutes, Wooyoung leaned back to admire his handiwork. Yeosang's muscles were relaxed, and he looked utterly content lying there in bed.

"Thank you," Yeosang whispered softly, his eyes still closed.

Wooyoung leaned in to kiss him gently on the forehead. "Anytime," he whispered back.

As he settled back into bed, holding Yeosang close to him, Wooyoung knew that he would never let work get in the way of taking care of his loved ones again.