When nighttime came, it was time for people to sleep. After all, humans need to take rest for their bodies. The four would usually sleep in pairs in their room.
And Youngsun, the fifth wheel, had nowhere else to sleep but in the cold living room.
"You can turn on the heater if you want."
That guy told him. Little Mister Perfect. He had everything, from wisdom to a loyal lover and the ability to love the 'right' way.
He sighed. "It's fine. I have blankets anyway."
"Are you sure? Alright." He merely shrugged and went to place his hand around his lover's shoulder.
Youngsun bit his lower lip as he watched them move farther and farther away. Until the door was closed, and he can hear the amorous sighs they make when with each other.
Even their breathing changes into something lovely when they're together.
So fucking lovely, so sickeningly sweet.
