"HYUNG, what are you doing?" Garam complained lightly while patting Song Sihyuk's arms around his waist. "I need to go now."
"Mmh."
Aigooya.
Song Sihyuk stayed still, hugging Garam from behind while burying his face against his nape.
And it wasn't just that.
"Hyung, why do you keep sniffing the back of my neck?" Garam asked worriedly. No, he was actually starting to feel conscious. "Do I smell bad?"
"No, not at all," Song Sihyuk answered sleepily— nuzzling his nose against Garam's nape. "It's actually the opposite, babe. You smell sweeter than usual. Did you change your perfume?"
"I'm not even wearing one, Hyung."
"Really? How come you smell so good then?"
"Isn't it only because Hyung likes me so much?"
Song Sihyuk chuckled, and then he finally loosened the arms wrapped around Garam's waist. "How long are you going to attend those stupid music shows that require you to pre-record so early in the morning?"
Right.
