Seung-joon sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on Min-jun's face as he slept. The room was quiet, except for the sound of Min-jun's shallow breathing, as if he was half asleep. Seung-joon reached out and gently brushed Min-jun's hair away from his forehead, savoring the softness of it under his fingertips. Suddenly, Min-jun stirred, his eyes slowly opening to reveal the warm, sleepy gaze that Seung-joon loved so much.
"Baby, why are you awake?" Min-jun asked in a sleepy voice.
"It's only eight, hyung. I was waiting until you woke up to have dinner with you."
Min-jun slowly got up, and Seung-joon gently hugged him from behind. Min-jun rested his face on the nape of Seungjoon's neck.
"Babe… What were you thinking?"
"Just… This and that…"
"Babe…."
Seung-joon kept his head on the wall and stared at the ceiling for a few minutes.
"I was wondering what would have happened if we had never met."
