Seventeen's eyes fluttered open. Last night was a blur for him. He shuts his eyes, trying to remember more as warm sunlight trails over his skin from his window. He faintly remembered having a bath…
"Seventeen? You awake?"
He feels a hand cup his face and he quietly hums in response, pressing his cheek into pleasant warmth. That voice…
"Seventeen…"
Another hand softly runs through his hair, exposing his features to even more sunlight. Seventeen felt a kiss on his forehead as his hands reach up to clean the dirt from his eyes.
"Trunks?"
His eyes fully open. He yawns and asks his boyfriend, "Up already?"
Trunks smirked at him. "I couldn't possibly sleep in as late as you."
Seventeen wonders further about the day before. His eyes widen as he barely recalls an extremely intimate event. "T-trunks?"
"What's wrong?"
"I don't remember much about yesterday…"
"Maybe because you seemed so drowsy. I helped you bathe, and then you passed out on the bed."
Seventeen stared at him. "That's it? But I thought…"
Didn't we…?
Trunks pressed his palm against Seventeen's forehead. "You're probably mixing up your memories from your dream. Was it a nightmare? You were whimpering so much that Eighteen let me stay by your side all night."
Seventeen's face reddened. "A-actually, I don't remember."
Trunks raised an eyebrow, and then sighed. "I'm happy I could at least be here for you. I promise I'll get you better in no time."
Seventeen smiled. "I hope so."