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"I kinda like this, you know, this whole sharing a bed with you thing," Minhyun says, snaking an arm around Dongho's waist. Dongho shifts around as he tries to find a comfortable position within the taller boy’s embrace. "I can probably do this forever. Can I do this forever, Baekho-ya?"
We’ll have to get up eventually, Dongho thinks wryly, ever the realist. He wants to say yes, but that’s not his style. “Has anyone told you that your arms are too damn long?”
Dongho's face is pressed against Minhyun's chest. Minhyun smells clean, like laundry soap, and he catches a whiff of the musk perfume that he wore earlier in the day. But his question had implications -- his cheeks warm and prays that Minhyun doesn't feel him heat up. He knows Minhyun tends to talk a lot, tends to say everything that crosses his mind. But he also knows that he never says anything he doesn't mean…
"You know I’m not marrying you if you ask like that," Dongho says, voice muffled by Minhyun's shirt.
Minhyun laughs in response, full and low and so annoying, it's late at night, who the hell laughs like that at 3AM? It’s much too late, and he was tired, and really, he should’ve remembered that Minhyun’s late-night motor mouth was too much to handle.
"Who said anything about marriage, Kang Baekho-ssi?" Fingers were threading through his hair, and he doesn’t know if he finds it irritating or comfortable. "We’re not even dating yet. Do you want to get married? What if I said I just wanted you as my personal teddy bear for the rest of my life?"
His mind fixates on the fact that his best friend said that they weren’t dating yet and… oh. You probably want both, he thinks, but he doesn’t say it aloud. It’s been years of friendship, of dancing around invisible lines -- he supposes he’s not wrong.
He makes no move to stop the hand threading through his hair. Everything about Hwang Minhyun was simultaneously irritating and comfortable, and it crosses his mind that, all things considered, he really wouldn't mind being around his best friend for the rest of his life.
"Seriously, shut up, Minhyun-ah."
He feels a pair of lips on the crown of his head and he chooses not to think about it too hard. Dongho turns around and allows himself to be spooned by Minhyun. He's about to drift off to sleep when --
"So, forever?"
"Yeah, sure," Dongho mumbles. "Now let me sleep."