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Siwoo liked the moments he spent with Jaehyuk in their shared apartment. They didn't need to be doing anything specific together like go out to some fancy restaurant for dinner or have any sort of date (even if they were nice). These mundane moments where just as special to him, moment for just the two of them.
They were moments like now, in the quiet afternoons, where they would sit on the couch together, scrolling through their phones with some match from earlier playing on the TV as background noise. Sometimes they would watch a movie or show while cuddling, sometimes they would talk about something that happened in one of the matches, but most of the time they just enjoyed each other's presence.
It was nice. It was peaceful. It was the time where he could let go of all of his worries and melt into the comforting warmth of normality that their shared space was.
Or at least it would be if it wasn't fucking freezing.
Siwoo curses Jaehyuk in his head as he pulls his jacket tighter around himself. Seriously, it’s nearly winter, how could he just turn off the heater?! Jaehyuk clearly didn't mind the cold, even in just a simple long sleeved shirt, he was peacefully scrolling through his phone with a focused look in his dark eyes. Pretty much the opposite of Siwoo who was sat right next to him. How was he supposed to enjoy himself if he was dying of hypothermia?
Seeming to sense the glare from the person next to him, Jaehyuk looks up from his phone with a squint. "What?"
He didn't bother to answer. He thought for a moment before climbing on top of Jaehyuk, ducking his head underneath his arms. Jaehyuk immediately begins to question him, even if he doesn't immediately stop him, but he doesn't get a chance to finish his sentence before Siwoo promptly collapsed on top of him.
"Ow! What the hell?!" Jaehyuk whines as he pushes against Siwoo's shoulder. "Got off me you're heavy!"
"You turned off the heater, you bastard, so give me your body heat," Siwoo says. His hands snake to Jaehyuk's back before he shoves his hands underneath his shirt.
Jaehyuk curses loudly at the cold touch against his warm skin, but his larger body was seemingly for show as all he could do was wiggle underneath Siwoo. Of course, Siwoo laughs evilly, perfectly delighted to find some warmth for his hands. Jaehyuk shoots him an attempted glare but it really only reminded him of an angry puppy. "Your fingers are so fucking cold! Get off me!"
"Maybe if you didn't turn off the heater they wouldn't be cold!"
Siwoo liked the quiet moments, the moments when they would sleep together, wrapped in each other's arms, or the moments when they would make coffee together, awake too early to make any form of conversation. But the loud and chaotic moments were the ones Siwoo loved the most. The moments where they would bicker uselessly over unimportant topics while cooking dinner together or when they would argue about league while cuddling on the couch. The moments like this, right now, when Jaehyuk rolls them off the couch and onto the floor and Siwoo makes a loud noise between a laugh and a shout as they tumble onto the plush rug.
They are both laughing now. Siwoo still managed to end up on top but now they wrap their arms around each other's body, his arms around Jaehyuk's neck and Jaehyuk's arms around his waist. Jaehyuk leans his head back onto the floor as he closes his eyes and says, "What in the world is going on? Why are we on the floor?"
"You are the reason we are on the floor," Siwoo says as he lays his head on Jaehyuk's shoulder.
"Are you still cold?"
Siwoo hums.
"Hold me tighter."
And Jaehyuk does.
This is how things were. It was their own special balance of the calm, the chaos, and the comfort. It was what felt natural. It was what felt right. No matter how cold the apartment got, it was the warmth of their quiet love that kept him warm.
Siwoo looks up at Jaehyuk's face and Jaehyuk almost immediately looks down to meet his gaze. He has an almost expectant gaze in his eyes. His large pupils always made him look like a puppy, something Siwoo would fondly (and very teasingly) remind him of. He reaches out and ran his fingers through Jaehyuk's fluffy hair and Jaehyuk doesn't stop him. He doesn't expression any confusion until Siwoo's hand moves to gently touch his warm cheek.
"What are you doing?"
Siwoo caresses his cheek. "It doesn't feel real."
Jaehyuk covers Siwoo's hand with his own. His warm, callused hands pressed gently against his own. "I'm here."
"I know."
Jaehyuk slowly turned his head and placed a soft and gentle kiss against the palm of Siwoo's hand. It was light and quick, almost a ghost of a touch. It was like he was proving his earlier words. It was warm.
"I'm here with you."
Here, it was perfect. It was his home, his safe place where his heart could be honest. He could look into Jaehyuk's eyes and tell him he loves him, knowing Jaehyuk would repeat it back a hundred times. He could hold him, hug him, and kiss him and know that he would do the same for him and more. They could cook each other food even though neither of them were particularly good at it. They could hold hands as they foolishly danced in the living room like they were in some drama. They could throw pillows at each other in their living room which usually turned into wrestling on the couch which always turned into cuddling. They could do anything together.
It was perfect. It was—
"Siwoo-hyung."
Siwoo opens his eyes and blinks a few times. He shivers and pulls his jacket around him a little tighter. Despite being surrounded by the low hum of the heater, it couldn't entirely dispel the cold autumn air all around him. He rubs his eyes for a moment, looking at Boseung who had gently shaken him awake.
"We're in Busan now."
It was a dream.