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Keonhee woke up, blanket-less and cold. He grumbled, knowing exactly the reason why as he shivered. He sat up, banging his head against the ceiling and muttering a curse.
“You okay, hyung?” Dongju asked from the opposite top bunk, a phone screen dimly lighting his face.
“Yeah,” Keonhee groggily answered, appreciating the concern. He shuffled his way off the top bunk, climbing down the ladder where Hwanwoong slept in a ball of blankets in the bottom bunk. He sighed, knowing there was no way to get his blanket back.
“I’m sleeping in the living room,” Keonhee quietly announced, escaping the room filled with the snores and strange moans of his sleeping members.
“Okay,” Dongju acknowledged, turning off his phone to pull his blanket over his head. “Night, hyung.”
“Night.”
Keonhee gently closed the door behind himself, opening the hallway closet door to grab a blanket or two. He retreated into the living room, stumbling over an empty box that probably once held Youngjo’s many figurines he bought in America. He collapsed into the couch, his long legs hanging off the armrests. He shivered, having to proportion two blankets so they covered his socked feet.
After a few moments of rummaging for a comfortable position, Keonhee finally fell asleep, one leg on top of the back cushion on the couch.
Hwanwoong woke up to an excessive amount of kisses on his face and—even worst—his neck. It was like he was shocked awake by a defibrillator, his arms flying to shove Youngjo off of him.
“I thought we said no neck kisses!” Hwanwoong whined, retreating back into his blankets by rolling into an unkissable burrito.
“Wake up, we gotta be at the airport at eleven,” Youngjo said, trying to claw Hwanwoong out of his burrito so he could keep kissing him. Hwanwoong continued to whine.
“Get up before I get Geonhak.”
That was always the last resort that got Hwanwoong up if Youngjo’s kisses didn’t do the trick. Geonhak could probably carry the entire team if his arms were long enough, so Hwanwoong was nothing but a piece of paper to carry. That being said, Hwanwoong didn’t want to talk about the time Geonhak had to throw the boy into the shower, shoot him with freezing cold water, and proceed to manually bathe the other dancer himself.
Hwanwoong cringed at the memory. At the very least, he and Geonhak’s relationship had been a lot more comfortable (if Hwanwoong wasn’t afraid of the other having the power to rip him in half).
Hwanwoong dragged himself out of his bed, dropping his blanket and Keonhee’s. He looked down at the yellow bear printed on the soft fabric, wondering where the tall vocalist was since he wasn’t in the top bunk.
“Yah, this kid..” Seoho chortled, his phone clicking with a picture. Hwanwoong peaked out into the living room with Keonhee’s blanket in his hands. And there the owner of the blanket was, limbs unnaturally craned in all directions, head haphazardly hanging off the armrest of the couch.
Hwanwoong pursed his lips guiltily, Seoho walking past him and disappearing into the room with their racks of clothes. He walked to Keonhee, feet brushing away Youngjo’s empty boxes. Setting the blanket aside, he did his best to rearrange Keonhee’s contorted body into a less worrisome position. Keonhee tiredly whined, kicking off his blankets and almost kicking Hwanwoong in the face if he hadn’t moved away just in time.
Hwanwoong rolled his eyes, draping Keonhee’s blanket over the latter. Keonhee seemed to be more comforted in his slumbering dream world by the presence of his blanket, no longer fumbling his clumsily long limbs around. A fond chuckle slipped past Hwanwoong’s lips, as he ruffled Keonhee’s hair.
Strong arms suddenly wrapped around his waist and he’s being carried up.
“Ah! Hyung! I’m already up, this is very unnecessary!” Hwanwoong slapped at Geonhak’s arms to no avail.
“You’re too slow,” Geonhak said, carrying the whining Hwanwoong off to the bathroom.
Keonhee hummed happily in his sleep, burying his face into his blanket of yellow bears.