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Screwed. Beomgyu is so screwed. And he realizes this when his procrastination comes back to bite him in the ass the moment he takes a look at the frightening words on his phone lock screen.
11 February.
Shit.
Valentine's Day is in three days and he hasn't got a single clue on what elaborate surprise to plan for his boyfriend. Which is suddenly terrifying, and his friends aren't helping at all.
"You guys still celebrate that?" He pettily imitates Taehyun in an oddly inaccurate nasally voice, stewing over his crisis while stirring the chicken soup meant for their dinner when Kai arrives home in exactly 26 minutes.
Rude. What did Kang Taehyun take them for?
Just because they've been dating and subsequently in a relationship for a total of five years and seven months, and Kai's seen him grow out of his awkward gangly angles in high school to his current sturdier frame, doesn't mean they aren't still excited to celebrate capitalistic traditions and splurge on overpriced commodities.
Capitalism can take all of Beomgyu's money if it simply means mandating an additional special day for him to shower Kai with all the love he deserves.
To be frank, it really wasn't all that challenging. He hasn't had an issue with Valentine's Day presents the past five years. Exclusive plushie collections, a new amp, and just last year, the latest PlayStation console he knew Kai had been eyeing discreetly, fingers hovering over the buy button when he thought Beomgyu wasn't looking.
Beomgyu has always been attentive and supportive of Kai's new endeavors and interests, so it has never been difficult. This year wasn't too different.
Initially.
He'd planned to get his boyfriend a whole new memory foam pillow - pricey but worth it since Kai had been complaining of his neck hurting after having to hunch over his desktop for eight hours a day.
That had been the flawless plan and Beomgyu was extremely confident, researching on spine health and recommendations, and ultimately placing an order before February even rolled around. Of course, he'd made it a point to strategically plan its delivery around his and Kai's schedule so he could get it and hide it perfectly.
Flawless was indeed all he had thought his plan was.
Exactly up till four nights ago.
Things had been simple - the two of them cuddling on the couch while watching some horribly cheesy romantic flick while making timed comments on how terrible the film was. It was kind of their inside thing - watching B-movies and laughing over it while Beomgyu gave oddly specific critique about the scripting and cinematography like he was some sort of commentary YouTuber. This time was no different.
At least that had been it. The same ol' same ol' right until there was a prolonged lull on their part as the male lead surprised the female lead by booking an amusement park and even bringing out the big guns by having grand fireworks forming a romantic note for her in the night sky.
It was terrible. Hilarious. And so over the top cringey, Beomgyu was fully prepared to snort and share his two cents but he flung those two cents right back into his wallet the moment Kai spoke up before he could even say a thing.
"That's pretty romantic, to be honest. What a dream guy."
Beomgyu had frozen up, nervous gaze flitting between his obliviously captivated boyfriend and the TV screen where Kai's dream guy twirled his lady in some terribly choreographed ballroom dance while an extravagant quartet grooved in the back in an entirely different rhythm.
Dream guy.
Conglomerate of a whole company, had assistants, chefs, and a chauffeur at his beck and call.
Meanwhile, Beomgyu worked fucking finance for a company, rotated round a contrived menu of five terribly basic dishes for their shitty homemade dinner every night, and didn't even own a fucking car.
The female lead's friends started singing celebratory jingles about how she scored the best man in the world and Beomgyu swallowed nervously, maintaining uncharacteristic silence for the rest of the film much to Kai's mild concern.
Choi Beomgyu had his work cut out for him.
-
Obviously, he couldn't afford anything as luxurious as the movie lead had flexed. The stupid memory foam pillow already made him sacrifice more than half of his bi-weekly midnight Twitch game streaming earnings for that month.
It was just something small he did on the side, just like Kai did music for his own YouTube channel during pockets of free time they had. But despite having chalked up quite a bit of a following, those earnings were barely enough to add anything significant to his meagre net worth - which definitely didn't even call for an appraisal so guess we'll never know.
And additionally, after stewing for four whole days, Beomgyu only has three days before he has to dazzle Kai. Or he'd realize that he's been stuck with the complete opposite of his dream guy for five years and proceed to dump him before they even managed to break the seven-year relationship curse.
That cannot happen. And so Beomgyu pores site after site after the past few days of discussing his trouble and woes with his best friend, Taehyun, proved futile and completely useless.
He forgets that he's actually at work - nothing new - and he's so immersed in the article glaring right back at him, he doesn't notice the presence leaning right next to his face, cheek to cheek beside him.
"Five Ways to Keep Your Husband's Attention."
Soobin's low voice right in his ear scares the living shit out of him and he startles, turning to come face to face with his manager's face right beside his and he yelps, swiveling right out of his chair.
"Holy shit Soobin what the hell?!"
"Interesting financial report for the new investors you're working on," Soobin mocks as Beomgyu clambers back up in shame.
"Ugh."
"I thought you were always so sure of what to get your boyfriend? Why do you have to resort to… Everyday Couple's Health…? For shitty advice? Ew." His manager scrunches his face and Beomgyu wants to sock him square in his shit-eating, rabbit-looking, punch-deserving face.
Wait.
He looks at Soobin, and then back at his screen, then back at Soobin who raises an eyebrow.
"Asking for a friend. What do you get your boyfriend of five years who is probably dreaming of someone to sweep him off his feet by booking a whole amusement park, setting up fireworks, and hiring a whole quartet to play corny music while they slow dance?"
Soobin fixes him a funny look.
"And the friend can't actually afford any of that."
He gets another weird glance in response and then Soobin just laughs like he's heard the funniest shit ever. Which is offensive because Beomgyu is completely serious and also about to launch into a full breakdown over his crisis.
"You know what he likes dude, he won't expect you to book a whole amusement park for him on that paycheck. Also, get the report done before you leave. I'm not staying overtime for you."
With that, he leaves. Leaves Beomgyu about to punch some sacks with his angry, noodly arms.
Useless.
-
Useless is exactly how Beomgyu feels when he stares at the list of ideas he has scribbled down messily on his notebook from his hours of research. During work hours yes. He still did get that report done just before work ended - it had always been deadlines and the need to clock out at five on the dot that motivated him after all, so Soobin had nothing to worry about.
Time was ticking and yet he let that list sit uselessly in his bag the night he returned and now, with only the weekend to come up with something before he fails and gets dumped, he'd awoken unusually early on Saturday morning, surprising even Kai. Well, it wasn't early - but it was 10am and he usually didn't wake up till Kai came back with takeout for lunch.
Good thing the man himself is now locked up in their home studio working on a new cover he says he intends to upload on Valentine's Day for his subscribers. Beomgyu can barely hear a thing apart from some stray strums on the guitar but he hopes it's either Strawberries and Cigarettes or Angel Baby because he's been begging his boyfriend to cover those songs on his channel since forever.
Anyway, Kai being preoccupied gives him more time to pore over his list. Honestly, it was just a list of B.S. because how was he going to 'book a five-star restaurant' just two days before Valentine's Day? They had already planned for a night in with red wine and spaghetti - one of the five basic dishes on Beomgyu's repertoire. But never mind all that jazz. Beomgyu wouldn’t even be able to afford an appetizer at a five-star restaurant.
He scrawls out that point.
'Balloons and flowers' - well that he could do, he was off for the second half of Valentine's Day itself as he usually cleared his afternoon to cook his boyfriend an extra nice meal for their dinner. As much as his limited capabilities could allow if he's being really frank. But anyway - that meant he could actually have time to set things up. If he could just find out what things to actually set up.
Heart picking up pace at the prospect of Valentine's Day possibly being saved from being stolen like the Grinch stole Christmas - he loves the Grinch don't get him wrong, he's misunderstood but completely a mood -, he scours through Google for flower shops where he could get all that stuff. He starts with looking for a magnificent bouquet.
Sold out.
Okay never mind, let's try another site - this store is more popular.
Okay, nope never mind, sold out again.
Sold out.
Sold. Out.
Beomgyu groans in frustration, nearly chucking his desktop away but he can't because it's a custom PC that he spent nearly two thousand bucks on after saving for months. And endeavoring to be Kai's dream boyfriend didn't give him the budget to play around with his pricey gadgets.
He could still keep the balloons part as a backup plan, get them off the supermarket or something. But for now, he scrawls out half of another point yet again.
'Get him a giant teddy bear.' Possible. Kai loved his plushies. And then he turns to their bed, already half full of plushies - ones without beads for eyes and rocks for their snouts because they poked Beomgyu in his sleep - and then he turns to the mini plush rack he's set up for Kai to display his more pricey plushie collections. They were already running low on storage space in their small apartment and unless Kai wanted a giant plushie to sit in his tiny storeroom-converted makeshift studio, that just wasn't feasible.
Tears in his eyes, Beomgyu cruelly crosses out that point with shaky fingers.
He was. So. Screwed.
The door creaks open and Kai sticks his head in with a grin, prompting Beomgyu to chuck his pointless (ha. ha.) list away with a tight and nervous upturn of his lips.
"Wanna go out for lunch today?"
-
They ended up additionally going for an impromptu indoor skating rink date before spending the evening in the arcade and Beomgyu knocked out the moment they finished showering upon reaching home, exhausted despite the fun. His crisis had slipped his mind cleanly with all the fun they were having.
And when he finally stirs the next day, it's only because Kai's peppering kisses all over his face to get him to finally wake up. By then, the sun's already glaring down at them.
"Baby, wake up," Kai giggles as Beomgyu does an ungraceful belly flip to get rid of the slobbering puppy squashing him.
"C'mon it's 1pm, the pancakes are getting soggy."
Beomgyu shoots up like an arrow, headbutting Kai and sending his boyfriend rolling off the bed.
"Why didn't you wake me up earlier?" He yells.
And now he barely had half a day to think of a grand Valentine's Day gesture! Tick tock boom.
Kai sticks his head up from the ground comically, confused and a little apprehensive.
"Uh, you didn't tell me you wanted to wake up early? On a weekend…?"
He looks a little lost and almost worried, Beomgyu has an inkling Kai might misunderstand and feel like he hasn’t been paying enough attention to the older man and his shifting habits. He tended to get that way sometimes and Beomgyu had to admit he did too. His current crisis was blatant proof.
So Beomgyu backtracks instantly, partially also not wanting to rouse any attention and have Kai discover that he actually has no clue on what to do for Valentine's Day.
"No no. I mean, waking up is good for health right? I'm just uh… Developing new habits. Productive weekends you know," he stammers in an attempt to offer some assurance.
"Oh really? Then we can start going for walks in the morning! The weather's getting warmer," his boyfriend smiles warmly and Beomgyu can't help but return it fondly.
And then he gulps at the prospect of having to actually wake up early on weekends. Kai cackles as if he's figured out the exact moment Beomgyu processed and regretted the idea of being a weekend early riser.
Even the entire stack of pancakes from his favorite diner dripping in his favorite brand of maple syrup - they tested nearly every possible store-bought maple syrup to find this one and Beomgyu decided after five dissatisfactory bottles that Log Cabin hit the best because of how buttery it was - couldn't distract him from his impending doom.
Valentine's Day was in mere hours. Countable hours. And he was so screwed. In mere hours, Kai would realize he wasn't his dream man, but in fact the exact opposite of that, and he'd be dumped.
Kai prods his pancakes with his own fork and Beomgyu snaps his plate away instinctively, scowling. That seems to bring a relieved grin to Kai's initially concerned expression.
Beomgyu has got to get it together before he drew his boyfriend's attention to the glaring fact that he was getting worse and worse at figuring out how to be his dream man.
-
Soobin ruins any plans for Beomgyu to get his shit together. Or rather his plan had already failed to exist long before and he just needed someone to take the blame. That someone being his manager who had to drop two files on his desk and ask for the records to be cleared and the report to be filed before he left at lunchtime.
That was terrible because Beomgyu had planned to figure out some sort of last-minute plan in his four hours at work and now he had to weed through thick wads of information for some stupid report. Ridiculous. It totally wasn't like that was his job or anything.
The office Wi-Fi chooses to present itself as a mere waste of money for a good hour of the day and by the time he clocks out in the most frazzled manner possible - much to Soobin's amusement -, it's already twenty minutes past one and he has a huge hole in his plan. Aka the persistent lack of a plan.
Squeezing into the bus instead of strolling home leisurely - he's on a tight schedule -, he flips open the crumpled list of 'ideas' and decides he's left with the balloons. It's not like he's spoilt for choice so he rolls with it anyway. At least he can say he tried.
Running straight for the balloons once he stops by the convenience store, he sprints back home, barely in time to receive Kai's memory foam pillow.
The pillow was so unexpectedly heavy, heaving the monstrosity in and stuffing it under their bed leaves him wheezing like a creature from the Silent Hill game he played on stream just two weeks ago. Beomgyu practically crawls to the living room, to freaking inflate his balloons. At least he had around three hours to blow them up before he had to start preparing dinner and wait for Kai to arrive back home from work at seven.
He looks at the pack of thirty cheap balloons frivolously scattered in the gaudiest shades of primary colors to exist. It wasn't a tenth as impressive as fireworks for sure, but at least it'd be an upgrade from their usual gift exchange and dinner celebrations.
Fire in his eyes as he grips the funky-smelling rubbery object, he pours the balloons out, about to start his project when the jingling of keys at his door makes his blood run entirely cold.
Kai slips in with a nervous grin and Beomgyu has his jaw hung open comically, an offensively red balloon inches from his lips.
His boyfriend stares back confusedly, gaze dancing between the array of pre-stretched balloons littered all over the ground before he widens his eyes in dawning comprehension.
Kai laughs shakily.
"Um. Surprise I guess?"
Beomgyu screams and launches the red piece of latex at him like a catapult.
Dodging it swiftly and screeching with laughter at his boyfriend's exaggerated response, while also cooing over how adorable he looked being caught red-handed, Kai explains that he came back early to help him with their annual Valentine's Day dinner for once, but-
"-first, I want to give you your present."
Still reeling over his last resort of a Valentine's Day surprise being horrendously ruined, Beomgyu dazedly lets Kai plop him down on their couch.
He considers the possibility that his boyfriend was going to deliver the blow because he's failed him and he's sick of this useless Beomgyu after five drawn-out years together. But then Kai returns with his guitar, pulling a chair to sit down in front of Beomgyu and oh. Now he gets it. Kai wants him to listen to something.
"J-just listen to this. It's for you," Kai looks beet red and nervous which is a little odd because Beomgyu's heard him sing various covers of pop songs numerous times.
Maybe he still has hope for that Angel Baby cover. Though that's the least of his concerns now.
"I wrote this," he mumbles, "by the way." And Beomgyu's heart stutters. He knew Kai had been working on writing music for a while but it was about to be his first time listening to any one of those works at all.
Kai smiles at him, heart-stopping and a little jittery, before he strums out a series of chord progressions, starting a little shakily.
"Empty, it starts yet again, an endlessly empty day."
Okay. Depressing - was Kai telling him his days were terrible? But he's spent the past two thousand and forty-four days with Beomgyu? Had Beomgyu been counting? Was that of concern now?
Kai starts strumming a little more forcefully after the verse and its intense build-up, delivering the chorus with grandeur and focus that grips Beomgyu right by the collar, bashfulness shed.
"You're my one and only, fly through the night sky with you."
Ahh, Kai was so dreamy. And he was singing like that with just an acoustic guitar. Beomgyu can't help his excited smile when he imagines just how good the track would sound with a solid instrumental and a full rock band arrangement.
He's so fucking proud of his boyfriend.
"In a crumbling world, I found a star called 'you'. I need you, my love."
Kai looks right at him with a little smile as he delivers that line in a huskier tone and Beomgyu's breath hitches.
Wait. Maybe Beomgyu was a little slow. But was Kai singing this for him? Did he write the song for him? Was Beomgyu his star, his love? Had Kai always been that corny?
Well, his boyfriend did say he had a present for him.
"Let's engrave eternity in starlight, going further than eternity. Through this never-ending journey, our journey will go on."
Eternity? With him? The two of them? Kai wanted them to go on for that long?
The finishing strum on the guitar tears him out of his stupor and Kai glances back at him shyly, anticipating.
He wants to throw up.
Throw up out of overwhelming love obviously.
He's terrifyingly conflicted and while he is extremely touched - perhaps even fell in love all over again like he did years back - something gnaws at his heart. A realization that falls over him like a devastating calamity.
Beomgyu cries.
Breaks into full-on uncontrollable sobs, completely unprompted - skipping all the usual little sniffles and tiny attempts to control one's tears - and Kai's bashful expression morphs into one of pure horror.
He tosses his guitar aside, a thump resounding from the ugly green carpet they both hate but got on a sale, jumping straight to kneel in front of Beomgyu and cradle him awkwardly in his arms.
"What's wrong, did you not like it? I'm sorry baby, what's wrong?" Kai's frantic, maybe about to piss himself a little if Beomgyu doesn't start explaining or let his loud wailing die down at least a decibel.
The man himself can barely process anything. It just keeps coming back to smack him in the face. He didn't deserve Kai and one day, the younger man was going to realize that and leave him. His five years had been borrowed time.
And so between whimpers and hiccups, he tells Kai just that. Or at least tries to with how broken his voice and speech have been rendered.
That's it. He's gone and dug his own grave now. Kai's gonna jump on the opportunity and agree and leave.
Maybe he'll release that song on his growingly popular YouTube channel and some producer's gonna pick that up. And Kai will finally quit the stupid accounting job he's complained about all day and have all day to work on his music instead of squeezing pockets of time in the night where he had to muffle everything in fear of disturbing their neighbors.
Great - Beomgyu will always be happy to celebrate Kai's successes - but also sad because he can picture an interview where someone asks him about the story behind the beautiful song and Kai's gonna laugh about Choi Beomgyu who wasted five years of his life-
"Oh my god."
Kai wheezes out as he nearly hacks up a lung guffawing, Beomgyu nearly pauses his spiraling to call an ambulance.
"How the heck did you think of that, oh my god, you're always full of surprises," his (still)-boyfriend wipes a fake tear off after a bout of concerningly piercing laughter.
"What," Beomgyu scowls, sniffling, "you think this is a joking matter?"
"Yes?" Kai smirks, pulling Beomgyu off his chair and plopping both of them down on the Grinch-green rug. They land with a groan and "oof" but Beomgyu still keeps his scowl on, narrowing his eyes at Kai.
"What do you mean yes? Yes you think I'm a joke? Yes you… Want to dump me?" Beomgyu starts off indignant but lets his sentence trail off a little, tear ducts threatening to jump right back to work after their three seconds of downtime.
Kai giggles again and Beomgyu's face falls, drawing his boyfriend's concerned expression back again, "No no… Seriously. Would I go as far as to write you a song about spending eternity with you if I was going to dump you?"
"Uh. Maybe?"
A snort.
"Look. What did I say to make you think that way?"
"Uh. Nothing really."
A raised eyebrow and Beomgyu admits defeat, sighing, "Remember on date night with the special ice cream we got? We were watching that movie and you said the rich male lead was so romantic and called him your dream man. I just thought I really can't be that sort of lover you dream of."
It prompts twenty full seconds of Kai continuing to perform his spectacular cackling, which reminds him of a car that won't start, all while Beomgyu stares back, unimpressed.
"Baby, you're kidding me right? First of all, that was just a comment on a freaking TV show. You're literally the most thoughtful and the sweetest ever. I only wrote this song because of how touched I've been every Valentine's Day. You never failed to get me something I wanted or needed and even if I barely mentioned it."
He pauses, twiddling Beomgyu's thumbs a little sheepishly, "I always thought I wasn't giving you enough so I really wanted to show you my appreciation this time round."
"NEVER!" Beomgyu yells out shamelessly, "I use the corn steamer you gave me last year literally everyday."
The audacity of Kai. Underestimating his love for his steamed corn.
"And you spent your paycheck on the PlayStation console I wasn't sure I wanted to spend my entire paycheck on," Kai retorts back.
"It's not about the valu-"
"Annnnd you thought I was going to break up with you over a Valentine's Day gift? What did you even plan this time?"
Tragic memories of his failed plans involving 5-star restaurants, flowers, and most recently the balloons flash across his mind haphazardly.
"A cake? A teddy bear?"
Beomgyu starts bawling again and Kai honest-to-god freaks out but it's like a yo wtf type of freak out because he'd truly thought his boyfriend was done with tears for the entire week.
"Were those what you wanted? I'm getting worse at this each year!" He sobs out dramatically and Kai can't help but burst out laughing, cradling Beomgyu till his exaggerated cries simmer down.
"Those were just random Valentine's Day gifts I thought of, you silly bee," he threads his fingers through Beomgyu's mop of hair, matted with all the perspiration from his dramatic outburst.
"So what did you get me?"
Beomgyu mumbles between sniffles, "A memory foam pillow cuz' you said your neck was hurting."
Kai's face lights up and he beams so brightly Beomgyu nearly turns bashful as if they hadn't seen each other through their worst in the past five years.
"You noticed? It really does hurt, you know? Look baby you always know me best and I couldn't be happier with your gifts. Spending the day with you is the most important anyway. The gifts are just a bonus."
"I know we’ve been together for a long time and you're worried I'm sick of you but I really am not. Trust me," Kai kisses his knuckles and he lets himself melt into a puddle of goo.
They cuddle on the still-ugly carpet probably teeming with dust and unthinkably disgusting things. But Beomgyu can't find it in him to care, exhausted from his worrying and bawling, and it's finally their growling stomachs that push him into the kitchen where he makes the fanciest spaghetti to exist - aglio olio obviously. Kai only detaches himself from his boyfriend's back to pour cheap convenience store-bought wine into the set of flimsy and worn plastic wine glasses they'd bought on a whim.
At least they'd assumed those were wine glasses because Kai saw a pristine, crystal version of the same 'glass' used to serve pudding during a fancy company event. And no he definitely did not have the heart to tell Beomgyu those probably weren't actually meant for wine.
Evening flying by, they wind up sitting back on the floor, blowing up balloon after balloon in some sort of competition on Kai's suggestion - just so they won't go to waste. And it'd be cool for the vibes even if it will potentially convert their tiny living room into a landmine for the next few days till they deflate. Beomgyu ends up red-faced while Kai brags about his immense lung capacity because they both take games very seriously thank you very much.
They wheeze on their couch, ridiculously surrounded by a gaudy array of balloons, some barely blown up beyond the size of a kid's bouncy ball because Beomgyu ran out of steam near the end; and Kai refused to help despite it being his idea and worse, right after he bragged about his massive lung capacity. Some sort of cheesy Valentine's Day flick is playing on the TV and Beomgyu comments he wouldn't even be surprised if the movie's name was literally Valentine's Day.
It's then where Kai speaks up.
"So Gyu, I didn't get to ask you because you were crying and all but… How did you find the song?"
His tone is a little more somber and Beomgyu knows it's because music means a lot to Kai, even if he isn't privileged with the opportunity to dedicate all his time to it at the moment.
Beomgyu pulls away, looking at Kai with equally intense seriousness.
"It was amazing. It was already great acoustic, I can only imagine how impressive it'd sound with a full rock band. And the lyrics!" He adds excitedly and Kai's grin matches his exuberance.
"That's why I cried, thinking it was for me. I mean, if it's not. Don't tell me, I've been embarrassing enough today," Beomgyu trails off giggling awkwardly.
He earns affectionate laughter in response, infectious and lovely.
"It was for you. Thank you for liking it," he cups Beomgyu's face, planting a sweet kiss before leaning back and continuing.
"I'm not sure if you know, but one of my colleagues, Yeonjun? The one in the design department who does music on the side too?"
Beomgyu has a vague idea who that is - he's heard a few of his underground rap tracks on Soundcloud. For all the mindless joking Beomgyu's made about Soundcloud rappers carrying round empty backpacks to shows to store their empty talent, Yeonjun's been defying every preconceived notion and stereotype with his overflowing talent and skill.
He hums in response.
"Yeah, he helped to give me his opinion while I was working on the song, and he helped mix the track into a full-blown one with my guitar solo and everything," he puts a hand up to keep Beomgyu's brimming excitement from tipping over so he can continue, "and it's like nearly done."
"I'll be uploading it on some indie sites though I don't expect much traction since I'm a cover YouTuber after all. But the point is, I'd love for you to feature in the bridge for me."
The heat rushes to Beomgyu's cheeks.
"My singing is reserved for the shower!"
"It's just two lines in the bridge! You have a wonderful lower register! And besides, it's my first self-produced track to be released for the world to hear, and it's for you so… I'd love for you to be a part of it," Kai trails off smiling shyly and Beomgyu can't help but agree, only to be twirled around the living room precariously.
A few balloons pop deafeningly with the haphazard movement and Beomgyu flinches so hard he kicks Kai in the waist unceremoniously.
They don't end up using the newly bought memory foam pillow after all, ultimately dozing off on their couch. But it's okay. Kai would just have to leave its grand opening for the next night.
And that was completely fine, because as Beomgyu wakes up bundled up in hoodies next to Kai, back uncomfortably aching from their prolonged awkward sleeping position on the cramped couch, he knows there'd still be more tomorrows with his love.