In the mornings, Sunggyu wakes first. He lies in bed for longer than he should, justifying himself with the excuse that he's locked in a trap between the wall and the immovable mass of Dongwoo's body. He lies and stares at the ceiling, at himself, at Dongwoo's gaping, drooling, decidedly unglamorous mouth on the pillows beside him. Disgusting, he thinks, I can't believe I kiss that mouth. And yet, as soon as Dongwoo's eyes blink open and his lips curl into a smile and his face lights up with wakefulness, Sunggyu can't help but want to kiss him again.