WHY AM I IN HIS BED!?

Yunho stirred awake, the room dim and quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioner. His head throbbed slightly—aftershocks of whatever he'd been talked into the night before, but that wasn't what made his eyes flutter open.

Something felt… different.

Warm.

Yunho shifted, and that's when he realized—he wasn't alone. Wonho was right beside him, lying on his side, shirtless, breathing softly.

Yunho froze.

Wonho was close. Like, close enough that their arms were almost touching. Close enough that Yunho could see the gentle curve of his collarbone and the way his chest rose and fell with every breath. The blankets had fallen slightly, revealing the toned slope of his stomach, all abs and definition like something out of a magazine.

What the hell.

Yunho's breath caught. His eyes—traitorous eyes, drifted lower, then shot right back up.

Nope. Nope nope nope.

He squeezed his eyes shut, then reopened them, like that would reset reality. But no. Wonho was still there, still shirtless, still unfairly hot.

Why was he in bed with him? How did that even happen? And why did Yunho kind of… not hate it?

He shifted ever so slightly, trying not to disturb him, but even the smallest motion made him hyper-aware of everything—the warmth of the sheets, the soft brush of skin, the way Wonho's face looked so calm like this.

Yunho turned away quickly, burying his face into the pillow.

This is fine. This is totally fine. People sleep in the same bed all the time. No big deal.

But then he felt a small movement behind him, Wonho, stirring. A hand lightly grazed his back, just for a second. Maybe by accident. Maybe not.

Yunho nearly jumped out of his skin.

Nope. Not fine. Absolutely not fine.

He waited until the breathing behind him evened out again, then slowly peeled the blanket back, tiptoeing out of bed like he was disarming a bomb.

He grabbed his hoodie, slung it over his head. Yunho quietly stepped back into his own apartment, the soft click of the door echoing in the silence. His pulse was racing, and he pressed his back against the door as he closed his eyes, trying to calm his erratic breath.

"What the hell was that?"

His heart was racing. His cheeks were burning. And all he could see when he closed his eyes was the lazy rise and fall of Wonho's chest—and that stupid, perfect face, inches from his.

He slid down the door, tugging the hoodie tighter around himself.

He was in trouble.

Big, hot, shirtless trouble.

—

But back in Wonho's apartment, Wonho was wide awake. He hadn't slept a wink after Yunho's abrupt exit. He lay still in his bed, staring up at the ceiling, his heart heavy with something he couldn't quite name.

The spot where Yunho had been just moments ago still felt warm, as though his presence lingered in the sheets. Wonho let his fingers drift across the fabric, tracing the place where Yunho's body had been, but now it was cold. Empty.

He clenched his jaw, biting back the frustration gnawing at him. Why had Yunho left? 

The bed felt too big now. Too quiet.

Wonho's gaze shifted to the window, the moonlight casting long shadows across the room. His chest tightened as he tried to shake the feeling of being alone. The silence in his apartment seemed deafening without the soft sounds of Yunho's breathing beside him.

He pulled the blankets tighter around himself, but it didn't help. He still felt that cold emptiness that Yunho had left behind. The warmth of his presence had been a comfort, familiar, inviting. And now it was just... gone.

A soft sigh escaped his lips, and he closed his eyes, his heart heavy. He hated how vulnerable he felt, like something was missing, something that shouldn't have mattered this much.

But it did. And he wasn't sure why it hurt so much to feel this alone.

—

The next morning, Yunho woke up to the soft rays of sunlight peeking through his blinds. His head was still heavy from the night before, but this time, it wasn't the alcohol that lingered. It was the feeling of having left Wonho's bed.

The warmth, the comfort, the feeling of proximity to someone that he didn't expect to be so... intense.

He tossed the covers off, rubbing his face as he tried to shake off the lingering thoughts of Wonho. It had only been a few hours since he left his neighbor's apartment, but it felt like much longer. His heart still felt tight, and his chest... it was like it had been holding its breath.

When Yunho finally pulled himself out of bed and started getting ready, he caught sight of his phone buzzing on his nightstand.

It was a message from Wonho.

Wonho:

Morning. Did you sleep well?

Yunho bit his lip. He wasn't sure how to respond to that. He hadn't really slept well at all, not with everything that had happened. Instead, he opted for a simple reply.

Yunho:

Morning. Yeah, I guess I did. You?

He waited a moment, but the response came quickly.

Wonho:

Not really. It felt... too quiet after you left.

Yunho felt a pang in his chest. He hadn't meant to leave Wonho feeling like that. He thought about the bed, how it must have felt cold without him there, how Wonho might have tossed and turned, just as he had.

Yunho:

Sorry about that. I didn't think... I didn't mean to leave like that.

Wonho:

It's okay. I understand. But, uh... I hope you don't mind, but I'm actually cooking breakfast. If you want to join me?

Yunho stared at the message for a moment, a small smile tugging at his lips. The invitation was simple, but it felt... different. Like they were starting something new. Slowly, he typed out a response.

Yunho:

Sure. I'll be there in a bit.

He didn't need to think twice about it. He grabbed his jacket and headed out the door, still feeling the remnants of last night's intimacy clinging to him like a memory he didn't want to let go of.

He knocked softly on Wonho's door and waited. There was a brief pause before the sound of footsteps approached, and the door swung open. Wonho was standing there, wearing a loose hoodie and sweatpants, looking more like he'd just rolled out of bed than someone who'd been awake long enough to cook breakfast. His hair was a little messy, and there was a faint hint of sleepiness in his eyes.

"Hey," Wonho said, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips, though his eyes still held a certain depth. "I was starting to think you wouldn't show."

Yunho hesitated for a moment, feeling a rush of nervousness that had nothing to do with the walk over. "Sorry about last night," he said quietly, the words spilling out before he could stop them. "I didn't mean to... I don't know, leave like that."

Wonho's expression softened, and he stepped aside to let Yunho in. "It's fine," he said, his voice steady but carrying an underlying emotion Yunho couldn't quite place. "I get it. I just... I guess I'm not used to the quiet after having someone around, especially you hyung."

The door clicked shut behind Yunho, and he stood there for a moment, uncertain of what to say next. The air in Wonho's apartment was warm, filled with the smell of something cooking, eggs and bacon maybe. It felt... normal, in a way that made Yunho nervous. He couldn't pinpoint why, but the casualness of the invitation, the way Wonho had opened the door to him—it felt so natural, but also foreign.

Wonho walked toward the kitchen without waiting for a response, and Yunho followed him. He took a seat at the small dining table, noticing the way Wonho moved with ease, his shirt still slightly hanging off his shoulders as he flipped something in the pan.

"So," Yunho said, trying to sound casual as he leaned back in the chair, "You cook often?"

Wonho chuckled. "I try. It's either this or takeout every day, and honestly, I think I'm getting tired of the delivery guy."

Yunho grinned at that, his nerves easing just a bit. There was something about seeing Wonho in his natural element that made everything feel a little more... comfortable.

The conversation drifted from there, light and easy. They talked about nothing in particular—work, random thoughts that popped into their heads, even a bit about their mutual love for movies. But as the minutes ticked by, Yunho found himself slowly becoming more aware of the space between them. Wonho had a way of making him feel like he was the only one in the room, even though they were both just two neighbors casually hanging out.

Yunho's mind began to wander again as the conversation drifted from topic to topic, but then Wonho asked something that caught his attention.

"So, about Fate of Border." Wonho started casually, his eyes flicking up from the frying pan. "I remember you said you play. What do you main?"

Yunho almost paused mid-bite, his fork hovering in the air as he processed the question. He hadn't expected to be asked about Fate of Border again, but it was a good distraction from the thoughts racing through his mind.

"Ah," Yunho said, setting his fork down. "Yeah, I play. I main Althea," he admitted. "She's a healer. I know it's not as flashy as the damage dealers, but... I like being able to help my team, keep them alive, you know?" He shrugged, trying to downplay it, but there was a certain pride in his voice. "It's satisfying, just making sure the team stays afloat."

Wonho's eyes widened in recognition. "No way, Althea? That's cool. She's definitely one of the harder ones to master, but when you get the healing right, it's like you're the backbone of the team." He grinned. "I've run into a few good Althea players before. You're definitely someone I'd want on my side."

Yunho chuckled, a little embarrassed but pleased by the compliment. "Well, I try my best," he said, the words coming out a bit softer than intended. "It's all about timing and positioning. If I can keep everyone alive in those tight situations, it feels like a win, even if we don't get the most kills."

Wonho nodded, clearly impressed. "I get that. But me? I play Draegan," he said, a grin tugging at his lips. "The fire-based DPS. I like the thrill of getting in there and causing chaos. Once you build up enough of his heat, it's like you're unleashing a volcano on the other team."

Yunho raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Draegan, huh? That guy's crazy powerful once you hit the right combo, but he's a bit fragile if you don't time your attacks well."

Wonho laughed, shaking his head. "Yeah, that's the risk. He's fast and hard-hitting, but if you're not careful, he can go down fast too. But when you catch the enemy off guard with a big flame burst? Feels unbeatable." He smirked. "I like to make sure no one's safe when I'm around."

Yunho smiled, feeling a sense of camaraderie growing between them. "Sounds like we'd make a good team then. Healers and fire-breathers, right?" He leaned forward slightly. "You ever run duos in Dungeon? Could be fun to pair up."

Wonho's eyes sparkled at the suggestion. "I'm down. Let's see how your healing can keep me alive while I'm burning everything down." He grinned, nudging Yunho playfully. "I'll probably make you carry me, but hey, it'll be fun."

Yunho grinned back. "Alright, I'll hold you to that. Let's see if we can take down some of those higher-ranked guilds."

Yunho's mind drifted for a moment, and then a thought struck him. He tilted his head, eyes narrowing slightly as he pieced it together.

"Wait a minute," Yunho said, looking at Wonho with a raised eyebrow. "My friend, my usual duo partner—they main Draegan too."

Wonho's expression flickered with surprise. "Seriously?"

Wonho's grin faded into a thoughtful look as he leaned forward slightly. "Funny thing," he said, the playful tone slipping away for a moment. "My duo also mains Althea."

Yunho's eyes widened in surprise at Wonho's revelation. "Your duo's a healer too? Huh, what a coincidence," he said, his voice full of genuine surprise. "I didn't expect that."

Wonho laughed, shrugging. "Yeah, I guess we're both drawn to the same kinds of players."

Yunho took a few more bites, processing the conversation, but then he glanced at the clock on the wall and froze. His stomach sank. It was already getting late into the morning, and he had school in less than 30 minutes, it was Friday, after all.

He set his fork down, feeling a bit flustered. "I actually need to get going," Yunho said, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "I've got school in a bit."

Wonho nodded with a knowing smile. "Yeah, Friday mornings always sneak up on you."

Yunho chuckled, standing up. "Yeah... I should probably get going before I end up late." He grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair. "Thanks for breakfast, though. It was really good."

"Anytime," Wonho said with a smile. "Take care, hyung. Don't stress too much about school."

Yunho grinned, giving him a small wave. "I'll try not to."

Yunho stepped out of Wonho's apartment and made his way back to his own. The brisk morning air hit him as he walked toward school, his mind still buzzing from the conversation. He didn't realize how much he'd enjoyed their time together until he was already halfway to his school, his feet moving automatically.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, breaking the quiet rhythm of his walk. He pulled it out and saw a message from Wonho:

Wonho:

See you tonight. Let's grab dinner and drinks again. Should be fun.

Yunho smiled to himself, a small laugh escaping him. It seemed like they hadn't spent enough time together, even after hanging out the night before. He quickly typed a reply.

Yunho:

Sounds good. Looking forward to it.

He pocketed the phone and continued his walk to school, the day ahead feeling a little lighter with the promise of more time spent with Wonho.

END OF CHAPTER 6