Next Day
Hansol sighed as he cards his fingers through Yuta's sleep-mussed hair, sitting beside him on the bed, leaning against the headboard.
'I promise you.' He thought, glancing at the perfectly wrapped-up gift on the younger's nightstand.
Yuta mumbled somethung incoherent, Hansol seemingly understood it and tears threatened to escape his eyes.
"I love you."
15th of November, 2018