I’ll get new ones

Yeongsoo's arms wrapped around Haeun as he held him close, his breath still slightly ragged from their earlier moment. Haeun buried his face into Yeongsoo's chest, his cheeks still flushed from embarrassment, but there was a warmth and comfort in the way Yeongsoo held him.

It felt safe.

"I really didn't mean to," Haeun mumbled, his voice muffled against Yeongsoo's skin.

"I know," Yeongsoo replied softly, stroking Haeun's hair. "Don't worry about it. You don't have to push yourself for me, okay? I'm okay just like this."

Haeun nodded, feeling a sense of relief. It was still overwhelming—everything that had happened between them and the way things were rapidly changing. He never thought he would be in this kind of situation, yet here he was, in Yeongsoo's bed, wrapped up in his embrace.

"I guess we're not really good at this yet," Haeun said, his tone light, trying to laugh off the awkwardness.