Morning came too quickly. Minjun opened his eyes and felt a sticky heaviness on his skin, and below - a strange warmth and wetness, a reminder of the wild night. His anus still resonated with a sweet tremor, and under the blanket, he could feel the sperm that had not been fully absorbed by the fabric. His cheeks flushed with heat, and he automatically pulled the blanket higher.
Hyuk lay next to him, his hair a little messy and his face so calm that Minjun involuntarily held his breath. The deep, saturated blue of his eyes when they opened - the color of a sea at night that was impossible to forget - was breathtaking.
"Good morning," Hyuk's voice was hoarse from sleep but soft and enveloping. He stretched and immediately wrapped his arm around Minjun's waist, pulling him close. His hot breath touched his neck, and a light kiss there ignited a new wave of excitement.
Minjun let out a quiet moan - his body still responded too keenly to every movement.
"Are you okay?" Hyuk asked, gently lifting his chin.
"Uh-huh..." Minjun nodded, though his voice trembled. "It's just... a little heavy."
The alpha smiled gently, lightly stroking his back. Then, as if he knew what to do, he got up and soon returned with a tray: a cup of warm water, a few slices of toast, and some yogurt.
"Eat at least a little. And drink something," he said, placing the tray on the small table.
Minjun obediently took a couple of sips, feeling the warmth of the liquid gently chase away his weakness. A quiet sense of gratitude emerged inside him: being next to Hyuk meant allowing himself not to carry everything alone.
They spent the day in peace. Minjun would doze, either falling asleep on his shoulder or lazily flipping through textbooks that he couldn't read anyway. Hyuk sat next to him, either writing notes for work or simply covering him with the blanket, leaning down to kiss his hair. Their silence was filled with warmth.
By evening, everything changed.
Minjun was lying on the couch, wrapped in a blanket. Hyuk was sitting next to him with a cup of tea when Minjun's phone suddenly lit up. The name on the screen hit his chest like ice water: Father.
He sat up abruptly, and his heart started beating faster.
Minjun took a deep breath and pressed the answer button.
"Hello..." his voice broke, coming out quieter than usual.
He got up almost immediately, hurriedly, as if the air in the room had become too dense, and went into the hallway. The quiet click of the door, a soft step. Hyuk stayed seated, only slightly clenching his fingers around the cup. He didn't need to hear the words to understand that the conversation was difficult.
Minjun's muffled voice came from the hallway - polite, even, but uncharacteristically harsh, as if he had put on someone else's mask. Sometimes the pause would stretch on for too long, and the silence between the words spoke louder than any phrase.
Hyuk sat without moving. His eyes were closed, and he listened not to the words, but to the rhythm: Minjun's breathing, the sound of his heels on the floor, the creak of the couch when he cautiously returned.
Minjun sat down next to him again, placing the phone screen-down. His face remained calm, but his eyes gave him away - his gaze avoided direct contact, his fingers nervously clenching the edge of the blanket.
Hyuk said nothing. He only glanced at his shoulders and held out the cup.
"Are you okay?" he asked quietly.
"Yeah... everything's fine," the answer came too quickly, too softly.
They both knew it wasn't true. But Hyuk didn't push. He just lightly touched his shoulder, holding his hand for a second longer than necessary, and went back to his tea.
The rest of the day passed in semi-silence. Minjun seemed to hide inside himself, smiling less often, and when he spoke, it was in short phrases. But even in that silence, there was a connection - an invisible thread that bound them despite his fears.
Closer to evening, when the sun was setting and the streets were bathed in a warm orange glow, Hyuk couldn't take it anymore. He walked over to the couch, sat down next to him, and placed his palm on Minjun's shoulder.
"Minjun," he said softly. "I can see that something is bothering you. You don't have to talk right now. But just know... I'm here."
Minjun's lips tightened. His heart clenched even tighter, and for a moment, he felt like a child afraid of disappointing everyone around him. But Hyuk's gaze - deep, saturated with that blue hue that showed only care - drew a quiet exhale from him.
"Thank you," he whispered. "I... I'm just not ready."
Then Hyuk slowly leaned in and touched Minjun's temple with his lips. The kiss was so quiet that it almost merged with his breath, but inside Minjun, it echoed loudly.
They spent the evening in silence, but the silence wasn't empty. It was filled with understanding and trust. Minjun lay there, feeling the warmth next to him, and for the first time, he allowed himself to think: even if the past ever broke back in, he wasn't alone now.