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Ga On sighed bodily, slumping almost comically against his textbook where he was sat sitting at his desk. Blinking heavily, he checked the time. Oh. It’s past midnight already. Should I eat something? He felt his stomach. Yeah, maybe I should eat something. He rose from his chair and meandered over to his kitchen, humming softly. He found a bag of shrimp chips and decided that was enough, not wanting to waste too much time. 

The idea did make him smile inwardly. 

Yo Han would scold me if he knew I wasn’t cooking properly. 

Sitting back down in his chair, he decided to give himself at least a few minutes reprieve from studying— he set up his phone and selected a random video essay to watch while he ate his chips. As he crunched happily, he recalled the first time he’d met Yo Han. 

He’d been in his second year of law school, then. 

Between classes, taking in a little sunshine on the roof —and sneaking a cigarette— when a voice had startled him from behind. 

“Those things’ll kill you.” 

Ga On spun around to see Judge Kang, as he’d formally known him then, also smoking a cigarette. The image had made him laugh; he’d always seemed so aloof and unapproachable when he’d guest-lectured in his courses for his professor. 

“Kim Ga On, right? You had some good opinions on the Nishiyama v. Konamitsu case study this morning,” he recalled praisefully, taking a long drag and meeting Ga On where he was stood standing by the railing, leaning against it. He eyed the open bag of shrimp chips. “Is that all you’re eating for lunch?” 

“I— yeah, I guess,” he shrugged, a little embarrassed. “Want one?” He offered him the bag. 

Yo Han took a chip and crunched pointedly. “When’s your next class?” 

“In an hour,” Ga On replied, checking the time. 

“Then let’s go eat something real,” Yo Han suggested, flicking his cigarette stub off the side of the building, making Ga On laugh again. 

They’d gone for lunch at the nearby soon dubu spot— Ga On insisted on paying, but Yo Han had beaten him to it when the young man hadn’t been looking. They spoke frankly with each other, talking about the case studies being reviewed in his courses, the workload; Yo Han had shared a few stories about when he was in law school, too. When it had been time to get Ga On back to the university so he didn’t miss his next lecture, Yo Han had given him his number— for the next time you forget to eat, he’d said, with a little wink. 

Seems like just last week. Ga On sighed, feeling guilty for not feeding himself properly after all the times Yo Han had teased him for it; after all the meals they’d shared between lectures. He’s really looked after me, huh. I should take better care of myself. His gaze travelled across his messy desk, laden with heavy law books. I guess I can take care of myself after I pass the bar. It’s just a few more weeks. What’s the english expression? I’ll sleep when I’m dead? He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. 

Yeah. I’ll sleep when I’m dead. 

KYH: it’s been a little while, can I get some proof of life?
KYH: ^_~ 

KGO: I’m alive I promise 
KGO: just been really busy
KGO: the exam is coming up, you remember how it is 

KYH: I do, which is why I ask 
KYH: are you remembering to eat?

KGO: …maybe 

KYH: /실망한/ 

KGO: I can practically see you making that face 

KYH: [photo]
KYH: there, now you don’t have to imagine 

KGO: I promise I’ll cook something good tonight 
KGO: I’ve just been on a roll today and I’ve lost track of time 

KYH: I bet that happens a lot, huh 
KYH: you have to make time to rest, too 
KYH: tell me you know that 

KGO: me writing that down would be evidence you’d use against me later 

KYH: good boy, you really are studying 

KGO: ( ⌒▽⌒ )

KYH: really though, you’re doing alright?

KGO: yeah, I am
KGO: I mean, as well as you’d expect 
KGO: are you busy tomorrow?

KYH: not if you’d rather I was free 

KGO: dinner and a cram session?

KYH: how romantic 

KGO: /메롱/

“Here,” Ga On handed Yo Han his written response to the test question he’d given, hand flexing open and shut for the cramp he felt through his fingers now. “How many more do you want me to do?”

Yo Han eyed him suspiciously. “None right now, give it here,” he set down the papers and reached for Ga On’s hand, stretching the fingers with the heel of his own hand. “Cramps are the worst,” he offered sympathetically, helping Ga On crack his knuckles and laughing as the young man sighed in relief. “Normally I’d charge for this,” he joked. 

“I’ll buy the drinks next time we’re out,” Ga On snipped back with an impish expression, relaxing under Yo Han’s deliciously strong touch as he massaged his aching palm. He’s so good with his hands. I wonder what it feels like to be really touched by him. Ga On blinked. Where did that thought come from? He retracted his hand reflexively. “Ah, thanks, hyungnim,” he babbled bashfully. 

Yo Han laughed. “Hyungnim. So formal,” he shook his head. “Make yourself a snack while I review this answer,” he instructed, not unkindly. “You should eat.” 

Ga On nodded. “Yeah, okay,” he felt suddenly stupid, but rose and went to the kitchen all the same. Leaning against his counter, he patted his cheeks. One little thought has me blushing? He shook his head as if to will the thoughts to fall out of his ears, and snuck a glance back at the older man sat sitting on the carpet in his living room, pen in hand, reading over his mock exam response. He really is so pretty. I guess I never let myself think about that before, but… he sighed, turning back toward his cupboard and finding a stash of choco pies. He ripped open one packet and munched on it absent-mindedly as he surveyed his fridge for something fresh to eat, eyeing the leftover kimbap. That’ll have to do. He took it out and plated it, snatching a few more choco pies and two sodas before returning to sit with Yo Han, crossing his legs just so, their knees touching. 

He tried not to think about the way a strange warmth seemed to radiate from the point where they touched. 

KYH: one week left, doing okay?
KYH: haven’t heard from you much the last couple weeks
KYH: I’m sorry, I’ve been busy with this insane murder trial

KYH: earth to Ga On

KYH: do I need to come over there?

Yo Han frowned at his phone screen and set it on his desk. It’s been three hours since I sent that. Maybe I should go check on him. He gets into such serious focus that he forgets everything around him… how long has he been studying today? He bit his lip, fingers thrumming on the black screen as he thought about it. 

He picked up his phone again and hit call.

Hi, this is Kim Ga On’s phone. Leave a message!

Yo Han hung up and rose from his desk with a sigh, slipping his suit jacket back on as he left his office. 

Standing at Ga On’s door, a plastic bag of snacks in hand, Yo Han felt suddenly strange. This is weird, right? What I’m doing. When was the last time I cared this much about a student? He couldn’t help the little smile that crept across his face. He’s different. He’s always been. He knocked softly on the door. “Yah, Kim Ga On,” he called, leaning against it, trying to look in through the little window. “Open up.” He knocked again, keeping the same soft rhythm. 

He heard vague sounds of rustling from inside. 

“Oh,” Ga On greeted him with a bent head. “Hyungnim, I didn’t know you were coming over,” he cocked his head apologetically. 

He looks like he hasn’t slept in days. Yo Han gingerly pushed himself on through, shutting the door behind him. “Well, your phone’s been off, my precious student,” he reminded him, clocking the piles of textbooks and empty snack wrappers that littered his coffee table. “You worried me.” 

Ga On bit his lip. “Sorry…” he offered sheepishly, looking downcast. “I lost track of time again, huh.” He shrugged. “Are you angry with me?”

Alarm bells immediately went off in Yo Han’s brain. Something’s happened. He took Ga On’s chin in his hand, focusing him. “Hey, hey. I’m not upset, come here,” he led Ga On through to sit on his sofa with him. “What’s going on? I’d never be mad at you for missing a few texts. I’m worried about you,” he clarified. 

Ga On’s eyes glassed. “I’m just…” he inhaled sharply. “I’ve been swamped with this mock exam,” he explained. “Professor Min chewed me out over my last set of written opinions, in front of everyone, and there’s only a few days left for me to get it right. I really screwed up. I haven’t had time—” he downcast his eyes. “I just need to get through a few more days.” He deflated against Yo Han’s frame, and sank further as Yo Han put an arm around him. “The foreign language section is kicking my ass, and I keep screwing up on the commercial law components. I can’t get anything right.” 

“Where’s all this coming from?” Yo Han spoke softly, evenly. Just how bad did Jeong Ho fuck with his confidence? I need to have a chat with him. He’s so hard on these kids. And so close to the exam… he felt Ga On’s breathing tick up. “It’s okay, just take a moment,” he counselled sweetly, moving to rub slow circles on his back. “You’re doing just fine. Want to show me the work you’ve done so far?” He asked. 

“It’s no good,” Ga On insisted, head hanging. “None of it’s good, I’m going to fail the whole thing—”

Yo Han turned Ga On to look at him and held his shoulders. “This is what I was worried about,” he sighed. “You’re working yourself up over the comments of one professor when I know for a fact you’re one of the best in your cohort, Ga On,” he promised. “You can’t see how hard you’ve been working, can you. You’re only hurting yourself,” he shook his head. “Why didn’t you call me sooner, when you started feeling this bad?”

Ga On leaned his brow against Yo Han’s shoulder, deflated. “I didn’t want to bother you,” he admitted, voice small with embarrassment. “You’ve been busy too, with such important work. And I’m— I don’t know, I’m not even a real lawyer yet, I’m not worth anything until I pass.” 

“That’s enough,” Yo Han pressed an absent-minded kiss to Ga On’s crown. “You’ve had your head buried in these books for days. You need a break.”

“I don’t have time—”

“We’re making time,” Yo Han interjected kindly, pulling him upstanding. “Starting with a relaxing bath,” he suggested, walking them both toward his washroom and sitting him on the lip of the tub as he turned it on. “You’re gonna let your body rest, starting with this. And while you’re doing that,” he glanced back behind him at the living room. “I’m going to tidy this place up.”

Ga On opened his mouth to protest.

Yo Han raised a brow.

Ga On closed his mouth and nodded. “Okay.”

“Good boy.” Yo Han ruffled his hair. 

Ga On emerged from the washroom in a cloud of steam, a little towel draped cutely atop his crown. The smell of budae jjigae filled his starving nostrils and he couldn’t help but smile as he meandered into the kitchen. “You really didn’t have to,” he leaned against the counter.

“Yes, I did,” Yo Han replied. “Look at you, you already look better. You were in there so long I had time to sneak out and get fresh groceries from the shop down the road,” he praised, glad of it. The warmth of the bath had returned a pretty rose to Ga On’s cheeks, and his eyes seemed so much brighter. That’s better. “This’ll be ready in a little bit,” he went back to the stovetop. “Do you want me to have a word with Professor Min?” He asked carefully. “He always goes too hard on his students before the exam. I don’t know why. It never ends well,” he sighed. “I’ve been telling him for at least the last five years that he needs to retire to a fishing village somewhere and pass the torch,” he made a face, knowing it would make Ga On laugh.

It worked. “He can be a bit much,” Ga On agreed, relaxing. “I guess I take it all too seriously. Criticism. That’s not a very good trait for a lawyer, is it,” he shrugged. “Not having confidence.” 

“You’ll grow out of it,” Yo Han promised. “Give it a year and you’ll have just as big a superiority complex as the rest of us,” he bumped shoulders with him playfully. Though you are too sincere for your own good, sometimes. It’s cute. 

Ga On stole a mini sausage from the pot before Yo Han could chastise him, munching happily. “Mm, just like my army leader used to make,” he mused.

Yo Han rolled his eyes. “I like to think mine’s a little better,” he stuck his tongue out. “I used expensive cheese in this thing, not that American stuff,” he laughed, bringing the pot to the coffee table for them to share, Ga On following close behind with a dish towel for it to rest on, and bowls and chopsticks for the pair of them. 

Sitting comfortably, Ga On inhaled luxuriantly, grateful for the gesture. “I don’t know how I’m going to repay you for all you’ve done for me,” he remarked. “I don’t know that I could have finished law school without you,” he admitted, filling his bowl. “It went by so much faster than I thought it would.” 

The admission made Yo Han smile, touched. “You’d still have finished top of your class without me,” he surmised with a proud glint in his eye. “I was a much worse student, back in the day,” he hummed in thought. “I barely went to class. It’s a miracle I finished on time,” he smiled ruefully, remembering. He placed more sausage slices in Ga On’s bowl, wanting him to eat more meat. “I had an older friend, a lawyer a few years ahead of me. I remember him telling me that his time in the marines was a break compared to law school,” he laughed. “You’re doing so well.” 

Ga On blushed a little at the praise. “You think I’ll be a good lawyer?” He asked, curious. 

Yo Han nodded. “Well, I’d be happy if you represented me,” he shrugged, poking his pretty cheek, making him smile. There’s that smile I love. 

Yo Han ruffled Ga On’s hair. “Hey, sleeping beauty, don’t drool on my shoulder,” he woke him gently. 

“Mm?” Ga On blinked awake. “Was I—”

Yo Han laughed. “You nodded off maybe five minutes ago,” he explained. “It’s late. You’re exhausted and you have a full belly for the first time in days, I’m guessing,” he helped him upstanding. “Let’s get you to bed.” 

Ga On could only nod. “Will you stay?” He asked, rubbing his eyes with the heel of one hand. 

Should I stay? Yo Han considered it. The dishes from dinner still need to get washed. I could do that. The couch is comfortable enough. “Do you want me to?” He asked, leading him to his bedroom and sitting Ga On on his bed. 

“Yeah,” Ga On decided. “I feel better with you here.” 

“Then I’ll stay,” Yo Han promised. “Can I take some clothes to sleep in? This three-piece suit is a little awkward as pyjamas,” he grinned. 

Ga On laughed. 

“Well, I’m not the world's most masculine man, but I know what I am and I’m glad I’m a man, and so is Lola, La-la-la-la Lola…” 

Ga On blinked awake. Is that… singing? Is Yo Han singing? He smelled the sweet smells of a western-style breakfast. He sings while he cooks? He couldn’t help but smile as he stretched, coming back to himself. He sat up, and shook the cobwebs from his mind as he rose, shuffling toward the kitchen. “You’re gonna make a great house husband one day,” he teased, yawning. “Did you sleep okay? The sofa isn’t the most comfortable thing,” he smoothed the older man’s hair a little, smiling at how it stuck out in places. 

Yo Han leaned into Ga On’s fretting hand, letting him fuss with his hair. “Like a baby, actually,” he replied honestly. “I knew the smell of bacon and eggs would wake you,” he bumped shoulders with him. “I could hear you snoring, you must have really needed the sleep,” he remarked. 

Ga On nodded. “Thank you,” he leaned against the counter. “For last night.” He picked at a strip of bacon and fed it to Yo Han. “I really…” he didn’t quite know how to finish his sentence. 

“I know,” Yo Han knew what he meant. He moved the eggs off the burner and turned to him properly, taking his chin. “You have so much potential, you know. Far more than I did, when I was in your shoes,” he spoke softly, kindly. “If you burn out before you cross the finish line, you’re only hurting yourself, mm?” He moved to hold his cheek, a slow thumb soothing the pretty skin. 

Ga On flushed a light pink. “I’m sorry,” he apologized, suddenly not quite sure what to do with his hands. 

“No sorrys,” Yo Han shook his head, pulling him in for a gentle hug, and smiling when he felt Ga On wrap his arms around his waist, squeezing back. “Just a few more days.”

Ga On breathed him in. “Just a few more days.” 

Can he feel how fast my heart is beating? 

KGO: hey, I know it’s late 
KGO: can you come over for one last cram session?

KYH: of course ^_^
KYH: I can be over in about an hour
KYH: have you eaten?

KGO: …>_>

KYH: alright, I’ll bring snacks 

KGO: (☆ω☆)

Yo Han laughed and slipped his phone into his pocket, knocking back the last of the whiskey he’d been nursing and rising to leave. 

Maybe I should take you to a buffet after your exam tomorrow. If you don’t pass out from fatigue first. 

The idea made him smile. 

“Come on, you know this,” Yo Han insisted gently, tapping the paper with his fingers. “Contract law,” he reminded Ga On. 

Ga On couldn’t say when, but at some point in the evening, Yo Han had moved from where he’d been sat sitting next to him on the floor, and had Ga On ensconce himself comfortably between his legs in an effort to help him concentrate— and to catch his head when it dipped with fatigue. Ga On leaned back against his frame, humming in thought. “But why would Person B insist that Person A deliver a painting even if it was damaged in a fire?” he asked. 

Yo Han laughed. “It doesn’t matter why, what matters in this question is each party’s legal rights,” he reminded him. “Person A, as the seller, is obligated to deliver the painting to Person B,” he took the paper from Ga On, rereading the question. “But, if the painting was destroyed due to an unavoidable event, like the fire mentioned, Person A’s obligation may be null under Article 538. Person B can’t demand specifics like delivery of the burned painting, but may seek damages if Person A was at fault for the destruction,” he rattled off the answer like it was the easiest thing in the world. “Make sense?” 

“Yeah,” Ga On shrugged, stretching his arms out in front of him and cracking his knuckles. “Ah…” he winced. My hands are killing me. 

Yo Han took Ga On’s right hand in his and stretched his fingers. “Cramps again?” he asked. 

Ga On nodded, sinking against Yo Han’s frame in relief as Yo Han massaged his palm. He’s so warm. “I’ll probably give myself carpal tunnel by the end of the day tomorrow,” he lamented. 

Yo Han rested his chin on Ga On’s shoulder. “You’ll do great,” he reassured him, poking his pretty cheek. 

The little gesture made Ga On’s heart jump. This is intimate, isn’t it? But it feels nice. He breathed him in, indulging himself and curling Yo Han’s arms around his waist. “You smell nice,” he remarked before he could better audit himself. 

“Do I,” Yo Han smiled at the little compliment, squeezing around Ga On’s middle playfully. Why is he so cute? He touched his nose to Ga On’s neck. I like the way he smells, too. It’s sweet. What are we doing…? He pressed his lips to the nape of Ga On’s neck, hesitantly, cautiously. The little exhalation that escaped Ga On’s lips was cute, and he repeated the action, unable to resist teasing him a little. 

Ga On melted in his arms at the touch of his lips. This is… “Hyungnim…” he tilted his head back just a shade and caught his lips. Yo Han’s hand slipped from his waist to hold his cheek, turning his face properly to deepen the kiss. Oh. This is… he shifted in Yo Han’s arms to face him properly, sitting across his lap now. “I want to take a break from studying,” he breathed against his lips, snaking his arms around Yo Han’s shoulders. 

Yo Han kissed him again, unable to suppress a devilish grin to feel the way Ga On curled his fingers through his hair. “Okay,” he agreed, holding him close, hips brushing together for a delicious moment. “Are you sure about this?” He had to ask. 

Ga On nodded. “Very,” he insisted breathlessly, slipping his hands down to hold his face and kiss him again. “Come with me,” he murmured against his cheek, pulling him upstanding and taking him by the wrist toward his bedroom. He let Yo Han climb atop him as he laid him down on the bed, let the older man kiss down his neck as he fretted with the hem of his shirt. I was right, being touched by him like this is so nice. He tugged playfully on Yo Han’s shirt, wanting it off; Yo Han obliged, slipping it off and dropping it to the floor, slotting a leg between Ga On’s thighs and snaking his hand beneath the folds of Ga On’s shirt, tracing along the cut of his adonis belt, and up his chest. He stripped Ga On of his shirt at last, warm breath against his exposed skin making him shiver. 

Cute. Yo Han kissed across his shoulders, finding a tender spot at the base of his throat to bite a kiss into the pretty alabaster flesh of him, knowing it would leave a mark. He owns turtlenecks, it’s fine, he halfheartedly chastised himself. 

“You’re lucky it’s winter, or I’d stop you,” Ga On sighed, baring teeth and reading Yo Han’s mind. He kissed him slowly, deeply and deliberately. Snaking a hand between them, he hooked a finger through a belt loop, tugging impatiently. “Please,” he urged softly, daring to slip the pads of his fingers just beneath the waistband and tease the vulnerable flesh of him. 

Yo Han stuttered against Ga On’s decisive touch, warmth travelling lower. He rocked their hips together, groaning at the heat between them now as he stripped off the young man’s boxers and let Ga On undress him, too. He parted Ga On’s thighs, kissing down his chest and was only made bolder by the pretty sighs the press of his lips made spill from the young man. Carefully massaging him, he caught his lips once more and faltered against him for the way Ga On’s hips responded. He’s so hungry. He smiled against his lips. When was the last time he let himself relax? I should take my time. He slowed his fingers, and Ga On whined. It made him laugh against his cheek. “Impatient,” he murmured, resuming his pace. 

Ga On kissed him hard. “Don’t tease me,” he pouted cutely. “I can’t…” he panted prettily, thighs quivering under Yo Han’s touch. 

“Can’t you?” Yo Han kissed him as he slipped his fingers from him and thrust into him at last, groaning against the young man’s neck. Was it always going to be like this? He wondered playfully. He rocked into him with a breathy laugh, feeling him relax as he kissed him through it. 

“Hyungnim…” Ga On bit his lip, curling his fingers through Yo Han’s hair. “Ah…” he feels so good I could die right now. He pressed his nails into the honey flesh of the older man’s back in time with his movements, pace building and a pretty flush dusting his cheeks. “Yo Han…” 

“My name sounds so pretty when you say it like that,” Yo Han kissed his nose, suddenly overcome with a wave of possessiveness. Yeah, it was always going to be like this. 

I’m so glad. 

Ga On woke to the press of Yo Han’s lips against his temple, the older man still asleep. He curled closer to him, seeing the time on his digital clock at his bedside and glad he still had an hour before his alarm would sound. Last night was… he combed Yo Han’s fringe from his closed eyes. The best. 

At the careful touch of the younger man’s hand in his hair, Yo Han stirred. “Morning, you,” he blinked awake. 

“Morning,” Ga On smiled back. He rolled onto his side, facing him. “Do we… do we need to talk about this?” He asked. “We should talk about this,” he felt suddenly bashful. 

“We can,” Yo Han considered, tracing the edges of the bruises he’d left across Ga On’s neck and shoulders. Yo Han smiled when Ga On touched his neck in turn, inspecting the ones he’d left there, too. “Do you want to do that again?” He asked. 

“God yes,” Ga On blurted out, making Yo Han laugh. “I mean… I like you so much, and last night was…” he babbled. 

“Come here,” Yo Han pulled Ga On on top of him and kissed him chastely. “I want to do that again, too,” he took his chin in his hand and kissed him again, a little slower now. “I want to do that again, and again, and again…” he kissed him once more, a little more tongue and teeth. 

Ga On groaned, shivering to feel how aroused just a few kisses made them both. “You do?” He asked, growing dizzy. “Really?” He wants me just as much as I’ve wanted him? 

“Really,” Yo Han snaked a hand between Ga On’s thighs. “Starting now.” 

“Text me when you’re out,” Yo Han pulled into the parking space and thrummed his fingers against the steering wheel. “We can get something to eat, or I can take you home so you can pass out, whichever you’d like,” he grinned. 

Ga On smiled at the prospect of seeing him again once he’d finally completed the exam, as if there was still some small part of him that believed last night was a dream. “Deal,” he agreed, scanning the periphery before leaning over and kissing him. “I should go,” he pouted. 

Yo Han took his chin and kissed him back, hard. “Good luck,” he murmured against his lips. 

KYH: hey you 
KYH: guess what 

KGO: what? ^_^

KYH: being a judge has some privileges 
KYH: and I did a little snooping
KYH: I know something you don’t know 
KYH: ( ￢‿￢ ) 

KGO: what’s with that face?
KGO: you can’t know the exam results 
KGO: they haven’t been posted yet 

KYH: can’t I?

KGO: don’t play with me like this!
KGO: or I won’t let you come over
KGO: >o<

KYH: that’s a shame, because I’m already here 
KYH: open the door, aegiya 

Ga On practically leapt off the sofa where he’d been lying down and went to his front door, pulling it open. “Hey,” he greeted Yo Han breathlessly. 

Yo Han produced a trifolded page from the inner breast pocket of his suit jacket, raising his brow. “Want to see?” He asked, leaning into the doorway and challenging Ga On playfully. Ga On kissed him, pulling him inside and shutting the door behind them both. 

“Obviously,” he snatched the paper from Yo Han’s grasp and unfolded it, eyes shaking as he scanned what was written there. 

Oh, my god. 

He deflated against the wall. “I did it.”

“You did it,” Yo Han parroted, smiling. He combed Ga On’s fringe from his eyes and held his face preciously. “One of the highest marks from your cohort, too,” he praised, kissing his brow. “My clever boy.” 

Ga On pulled him close, arms wrapped about his broad shoulders. “Thank you,” he kissed him properly. “I don’t know if I would have made it. If you weren’t by my side.” I can’t imagine doing any of it without you. He let Yo Han kiss him again, a little deeper now, a thigh between his legs as he indulgently pressed him against the wall. 

“You would have done just fine without me,” Yo Han promised, “because you’re you.” He kissed his nose. “How should we celebrate?”

Ga On grinned into another kiss. “I can think of a few ways,” he pressed their hips together, groaning softly. 

And then he yawned. 

Yo Han laughed against his neck. “Why don’t we have a nap first?” He teased, knowing how exhausted Ga On must be. He coaxed the young man’s legs about his hips and carried him the few steps to his bedroom, setting him on the bed. “You should rest before I tire you out even more,” he kissed him chastely, a pretty finger to his forehead gently pushing him to lie down with a little laugh. 

Ga On pulled Yo Han down with him.