Yu Jin's POV
The room reeked of sex, sweat, and the take-out containers we never bothered to throw away. Sunlight came through the half-closed blinds in thin gold lines, falling across the bed where Park Min was curled against my chest.
For once, I wasn't hard.
I just wanted to hold him.
He had woken up an hour ago, slow and quiet. No yelling. No "this never happens again." He just rolled over, pressed his face into my neck, and whispered, "Cuddle me. Please. Just… hold me for a bit."
So I did.
My arms wrapped around him tight. One hand stroked his hair, the other rested on the small of his back. His breathing was soft and even. He felt warm, small, safe, well apparently he was bigger than me but….. I kissed the top of his head over and over, like I could make up for the bruises with gentle lips.
"This is nice," he mumbled into my skin. "I like this."
"Me too," I said, and meant it.
