×Heeseung's pov×

Once they arrived, Sunghoon tried opening the door, but Heeseung stopped him, stepping out.

He walked over to the other side of the car, opening the door for Sunghoon, with a smile on his face.

"I could get used to this."

Sunghoon said as he stepped out of the car. Heeseung's cheeks flushed a faint pink, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Well, I can always open the door for you if you let me."

They went inside the house, the familiar scent filling their senses. Sunghoon, already shedding his outer layer, headed towards his room, while Heeseung followed closely behind.

He waited outside Sunghoon's door, a silent guardian, as Sunghoon changed into more comfortable clothes. When Sunghoon emerged, his hair slightly tousled, Heeseung's gaze softened.

"I don't have any more clean clothes with me."

Heeseung confessed, a hint of awkwardness in his voice, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"And I don't want to touch Jay's without him knowing. I'll just go home and grab some, then come back."

"Don't go."

Sunghoon said, his voice a low murmur, a soft blush creeping up his neck, as he grabbed Heeseung by his wrist.

"I don't want you to leave."

Sunghoon rummaged through his own closet, eventually pulling out a stack of clothes.

"Here, try these. They're oversized, you're a size bigger than me, they should fit."

Heeseung took the clothes, a silent thank you gracing his lips. He quickly changed into the clothes, the oversized shirt and sweatpants falling perfectly on his frame, highlighting his lean build.

As he stepped out of the room, Heeseung could feel Sunghoon's gaze on him. The oversized shirt was several shades darker than his own usual attire, making his skin look even more luminous, and the simple, dark grey fabric hugged his frame in a way that made him feel comfortable and safe.

Sunghoon stared, his eyes widening in a subtle expression of surprise. Heeseung's usually bright clothes were replaced with a more subdued style, yet, he somehow looked more attractive than ever in this unfamiliar casualness.

His gaze, as always, fell on the minimal sleeve tattoo peeking out from under the shirt's cuff. But he pushed everything away, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

He turned away, a slight blush dusting his cheeks, and headed towards the living room, leaving Heeseung alone in the hallway, a faint chuckle escaping his lips.

"Ah, wait."

Heeseung trailed behind Sunghoon, his steps echoing softly in the grand hallway of the house.

The air was still, a quiet hum of comfort permeating the space, a stark contrast to the usual lively atmosphere when Jay was home.

They entered the spacious living room, the large windows offering a panoramic view of the city, bathed in the soft glow of the afternoon sun. Sunghoon sank into the plush couch, a sigh escaping his lips.

"Hyung, for lunch, should I order something? I'm too lazy to cook today."

Heeseung, settling beside him, chuckled, as he thought about it. He wasn't in the mood for cooking.

"Sounds good to me. What are you craving?"

"Pizza?"

Sunghoon offered, a playful glint in his eyes. Heeseung nodded, a smile gracing his lips.

"Sounds perfect to me."

They spent the next few hours discussing about different topics, the anticipation of pizza filling the air.

When it was time, the doorbell chimed, Sunghoon sprang to his feet before Heeseung could react and say he would pay.

He raced to the door, quickly pulling out his wallet and handing over the payment to the delivery guy.

He grabbed the box, a triumphant grin on his face, and brought it back to the coffee table, placing it between them.

"Eat up, hyung,"

He said, his eyes twinkling with a subtle mischief. Heeseung laughed, shaking his head at Sunghoon's antics.

They dug into the steaming pizza, their laughter echoing through the room as they watched a comedy unfold on the screen. The warmth of companionship filled the space, making the house feel less empty.

As the movie progressed, Sunghoon's eyelids grew heavy. He leaned against Heeseung, his head slowly falling onto the older's shoulder.

Heeseung, instantly still, held his breath. His heart pounded against his ribs, a symphony of nervous excitement and gentle affection. He didn't dare move, afraid of waking the younger man.

The silence stretched, punctuated only by the soft murmurs of the movie and Sunghoon's quiet breaths.

Time seemed to melt away. The movie faded into the background, irrelevant to the gentle quiet that enveloped them.

It wasn't until the afternoon sun began to slant through the windows, casting long shadows across the room, that Sunghoon finally fully woke up.

Sunghoon stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering open. He blinked slowly, as if unsure of his surroundings, before his gaze fell on Heeseung. A soft smile played on his lips, making Heeseung's heart flutter with a warmth he couldn't explain.

He stretched languidly, his eyes meeting Heeseung's, a question lingering in their depths. Heeseung's gaze softened, a blush warming his cheeks. He was acutely aware of the closeness, the almost weightless feeling of Sunghoon's head on his shoulder.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Mhm, thanks."

"Ah, of course. By the way, Sunghoon, are you used to riding motorcycles?"

He asked, a sudden spark of interest in his eyes. He needed to know, so he could have a reason to take Sunghoon out the night of his birthday.

Sunghoon rubbed his eyes, a hint of confusion in his expression. Even Heeseung knew that the question was random, but he had to ask.

"Used to? Yeah, a little. My dad always took me out when I was a kid. He liked motorcycles so much. But then I stopped for years... But then, I started riding again about two years ago. Jay is really good at riding motorcycles, so I go with him every time. Jungwon and Ni-ki like it too, and even though they are young, I'm risking it and I go with them."

Heeseung beamed, his eyes lighting up as he thought about the thrill of riding a motorcycle.

"My dad was obsessed with motorcycles as well. Wanted me to get one since I was five years old. We would go to bike shows and he'd talk about all the different models and brands. He always said they represented freedom, you know? He loved the wind in his hair and the feeling of the open road."

Heeseung's voice took on a wistful tone as he continued to reminisce. He seemed to love talking about his father.

"He even had this plan to buy me a vintage Triumph when I turned 18. And he tried his best. He actually succeeded."