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Kunnie, are you awake?” Ten mumbles, sticking his head into Kun’s room.
“No,” groans Kun, burrowing deeper under the covers, “'m not, g'way, Ten.”
Ten rolls his eyes and sticks a cold hand under the blanket, tucking it against Kun's hip, “You answered, you're awake!”
“Fucking—Christ, Ten!” Kun gasps, trying to squirm away from Ten' grabbing fingers. “Why the hell are your fingers so cold?” He questions, managing to grab Ten' hand between his own.
“I took my tea outside today before we started moving, wanted a bit of fresh air in my lungs,” Ten answers, twining his fingers with Kun's, tugging on his arm lightly.
“No Ten, bed, c'mon,” Kun grumbles, frown firmly in place. “Time's it anyway?” he questions, tucking Ten' hand under his head to keep him from moving.
Ten slides his free hand under Kun's pillow to search for his cell phone, “Half past seven,” he answers, glancing at the bright display and tucking it back under the pillow.
“It's not even double digits yet? Are you mental?” Kun asks looking at the male kneeling next to his bunk with a glare.
“C'mon Kunnie, just come with me to watch television and we can have a cuddle,” Ten tries, tugging on the hand under Kun's head hard enough that he actually manages to pull him half out of bed, head and shoulders hanging into the edge.
“I swear if you two don't shut the hell up,” Yangyang rasps from the other side of the room, glaring at the pair.
“We're just going!” Ten responds brightly, pulling at Ten's arm until he slides completely out of his bed, grumbling as he grabs his blanket and staggers to his feet, knowing that if Yangyang woke up it was only a matter of minutes until Ten' voice managed to wake up the Xiaojun, and he is vicious first thing in the morning.
“Sorry Yangyang,” Kun apologizes, going over to pat Yangyang's head as he lets Ten drag him past, hand-in-hand, toward the living room.
“Good boy,” Ten grins, squeezing Kun's hand as they make it out of the bunk room, Kun stumbling and trying to wrap his blanket around his shoulders like a cape as he yawns. The younger male feels bad when he sees how wide he yawns, “'m sorry, I was just lonely out here all by myself,” Ten explains, leading Kun to the couch and dropping onto it Kun.
Kun all but collapses onto the couch, wiggling around until he is sitting between Ten' legs, nose pressed against his collar bone and blanket draped over their legs. “It's alright,” he mumbles, sighing as Ten starts running fingers through his hair, “Just don't expect me to stay awake.”
“Never,” Ten grins, fingers tangling in Kun's sleep mused hair, “I know you better than Kunnie.”