The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, bathing the room in a soft glow. Joong stirred, groaning as he turned over and found himself tangled in First's arms.

"Morning," First whispered, his voice low and warm.

"Too early," Joong mumbled, trying to bury himself further into First's chest.

First chuckled, his fingers brushing through Joong's hair. "You said that yesterday. You're going to turn into a sloth at this rate."

Joong peeked up at him, his lips quirking into a sleepy smile. "Sloths are cute."

"Not as cute as you," First replied, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Joong's forehead.

Joong rolled his eyes, but his cheeks flushed pink. "You're annoying in the morning."

"And you love it," First teased, pulling Joong closer.

Joong didn't reply, but the way he snuggled into First's embrace said enough.

Later that day, Joong sat at the dining table, laptop open, and papers spread everywhere. He was deep into his work, his brows furrowed in concentration. First leaned against the doorway, watching him with a soft smile.

Joong hadn't looked up in nearly an hour. First's attempts at small talk had been met with distracted hums, and his playful remarks had gone unnoticed.

First decided to take matters into his own hands.

He walked over, pulling out the chair next to Joong. Without a word, he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to Joong's cheek.

Joong blinked, startled, but didn't look away from his screen. "First, I'm working."

"I know," First said innocently, leaning in again. This time, he kissed Joong's temple.

Joong sighed, his lips twitching despite himself. "I really need to finish this."

"And I really need your attention," First countered, his voice playful. He cupped Joong's face and tilted it toward him, stealing a soft kiss from his lips.

Joong finally looked at him, his eyes narrowing. "You're impossible."

"But you love me anyway," First said, grinning.

Joong shook his head, but his cheeks were pink. "You're lucky I do."

That evening, they sat on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, the soft hum of a movie playing in the background. Joong leaned against First, his head resting on his shoulder.

"You're unusually quiet," Joong said, glancing up at him.

"I'm just enjoying this," First replied, his voice soft.

"You're not even paying attention," Joong murmured, his voice laced with sleep.

"I am," First replied, though his hand paused.

Joong opened one eye. "Then tell me what just happened."

First froze. "Uh...the main guy confessed?"

Joong snorted, fully awake now. "They were talking about a business deal. You're terrible at this."

First grinned sheepishly. "Maybe I got distracted by you."

Joong smiled, his fingers absentmindedly playing with the hem of First's shirt. "You're so cheesy."

"And you're so beautiful," First said, tilting Joong's chin up and pressing a kiss to his lips.

Joong laughed against his mouth. "You're not even trying to hide it anymore, are you?"

"Nope," First said, pulling him closer. . . . .

Their first fight came a few days later, over something as trivial as laundry.

"Joong, you can't just throw whites and colors together!" First said, holding up his now-pink shirt.

"I didn't do it on purpose!" Joong said, crossing his arms. "And pink doesn't look that bad on you."

First stared at him, then burst out laughing. "You're impossible."

Joong glared at him, but his lips twitched. "You're the one making a big deal out of nothing."

Joong crossed his arms, his cheeks red. "I didn't do it on purpose! And pink suits you anyway."

"Pink's not really my color," First teased, holding up the shirt.

Joong snatched it from him. "Fine. I'll wear it then."

First's laughter faded as he saw the pout forming on Joong's lips. He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around Joong from behind.

"I'm sorry," First murmured, resting his chin on Joong's shoulder. "I was just teasing."

First stepped closer, his laughter fading into a soft smile. "I'm sorry," he said, wrapping his arms around Joong. "I didn't mean to upset you."

Joong sighed, leaning into the hug. "I guess I could've been more careful."

First pulled back just enough to press a kiss to Joong's forehead. "Truce?"

"Truce," Joong said, smiling.

Joong stood by the window, his fingers traced the glasses as he stared out into the quiet night. The moonlight bathed him in a soft glow, making him look ethereal.

First approached him silently, wrapping his arms around Joong's waist from behind. Joong stiffened slightly, then relaxed as First rested his chin on Joong's shoulder.

"What are you thinking about?" First asked, his voice low and intimate.

First's lips quirked into a small smile. "You're always thinking about something."

Joong turned slightly, his face close to First's. "And you're always prying.

First chuckled, his breath warm against Joong's cheek. "Because I care."

Joong rolled his eyes but didn't move away. "You're impossible."

"Yet here you are," First teased, leaning in closer until their lips brushed.

The kiss started soft, exploratory, but it quickly deepened as First's hand slid up Joong's side, his fingers brushing the fabric of Joong's shirt. Joong gasped against First's lips, and First took the opportunity to pull him closer, their bodies flush.

Joong's hands found their way to First's chest, his fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. "First..."

'Hm?" First murmured, his lips moving to Joong's jawline, pressing kisses along the way

Joong's breath hitched as First's hand slid under his shirt, his palm warm against Joong's skin. "You're distracting me."

"That's the idea," First said with a smirk, his lips now on Joong's neck leave the mark.

Joong's protests melted into a soft sigh as First's touch grew bolder, his hands gtracing patterns on Joong's back. Joong tilted his head, giving First more access and the quiet room filled with the sound of their breathing

'You're so beautiful,' first whispered against Joong's skin, his voice thick with affection.

Joong flushed, his fingers tugging at First's shirt. "Stop saying things like that."

"Why?" First asked, pulling back just enough to look into Joong's eyes. "It's true.

Joong's response was a kiss, urgent and unrestrained. It was his way of telling First, he didn't need words--just him.

The moment was a delicate balance of passion and tenderness, each touch and kiss a silent promise of love and trust.

After the love making. Their nights were quite. Joong was resting his head on First's chest, their fingers intertwined.

"You know," Joong said, his voice barely above a whisper, "I didn't think I'd ever feel this way about marriage. About you."

First tightened his hold, his heart swelling. "And now?"

Joong tilted his head up to look at him, his eyes soft. "Now, I think I fall for you."

First leaned down, brushing his lips against Joong's. "I've already fallen, Joong. I'll catch you when you do."

Joong smiled, his cheeks flushing as he buried his face in First's chest. "You're such a romantic."

"And you're stuck with me," First said, grinning.

Joong's muffled laughter was the sweetest sound First had ever heard.

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