Yeosang, his hair still damp, glanced over at Jongho who was lying on his bed, covers pulled up to his chin and hugging a plushie tightly. Readjusting the blanket to hide himself more, Jongho met Yeosang's gaze and smiled shyly.
"So, uh, how was your shower?" Jongho asked, fidgeting with the plushie in his hands.
Yeosang chuckled softly, feeling a warmth in his chest at Jongho's innocent nature. "It was nice, thanks for waiting for me. Do you mind if I join you here?"
Jongho shook his head, his eyes avoiding direct contact with Yeosang's. "N-no, not at all. You can sit beside me."
Yeosang smiled, feeling a mix of tenderness and excitement. He walked over and slowly lowered himself on the bed beside Jongho, careful not to disturb his plushie. Reaching for his own pillow, Yeosang propped it up behind his back and gestured at Jongho's toy.
"That plushie looks cute, mind if I take a closer look?" he asked, trying to ease the nervousness in Jongho's demeanor.
Jongho blushed, but nodded and handed the plushie to Yeosang. As Yeosang examined it, he couldn't help but notice the longing in Jongho's eyes. That innocence, that vulnerability, it all made Yeosang's heart ache. He gently handed the plushie back to Jongho, making sure to brush their fingers against each other.
"It's really adorable, just like you," Yeosang whispered, a hint of affection in his voice.
Jongho's cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red, and he shyly looked away. "You're just saying that..."
"No, I'm serious," Yeosang reassured him, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind Jongho's ear. "You have this warmth about you that makes me feel happy and comfortable. I really care about you, Jongho."
Jongho's eyes widened, his gaze now fixated on Yeosang. "Y-you do?"
Yeosang nodded, his smile growing wider. "Yes, I do. And I hope you feel the same way about me."
Jongho swallowed, his expression filled with a mix of anticipation and fear. "I do, Yeosang. I really do."
Relief washed over Yeosang, his heart soaring with joy. He reached out to gently hold Jongho's hand, intertwining their fingers together. "I'm glad to hear that. You mean a lot to me."
Jongho squeezed Yeosang's hand, a shy smile gracing his lips. "You mean a lot to me too."
In that moment, the air between them was filled with unspoken promises of love and devotion. Yeosang leaned closer, his heart pounding in his chest. "Can I kiss you, Jongho?"
Jongho's cheeks reddened even more, but he nodded, his eyes filled with trust. Yeosang leaned in, his lips capturing Jongho's in a gentle kiss. Time seemed to stand still as they melted into each other's embrace, their love blooming amidst the warm confines of Yeosang's room.
And as they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, Jongho couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging he had never experienced before. This was where he was meant to be, with Yeosang by his side, and he couldn't wait to embark on this beautiful journey of love and discovery together.
