Yawning and rubbing furiously at his eyes, he collapsed into bed beside the other male, unaware of what he was doing. Shifting closer, Seunghyun rumbled low and tiredly, words coming out incoherently as his body curled to fit the younger's figure, resting beside him.
Clenching his jaw to repress a frown, Byunghun allows the elder to scoot closer to him and then curl up beside him. He keeps the frown for a few moments before sighing out, releasing the one-sided tension and rolling over to throw his arm across the elder’s middle. The young prince scoots closer before nuzzling his face into the crook on Seunghyun’s neck, seeking the addictive warmth he has been missing recently.
“Stupid,” he whispers out, closing his eyes; uncaring if the elder is still awake and able to hear him or not. “Why do you keep carrying these burdens by yourself...? I wish you would rely on me more...”