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Hwanwoong huffed, loudly enough to draw Dongju's attention away from the drama he was watching. It had long since gotten dark outside the window; but on winter nights the sun tended to set earlier anyways. The laptop was placed precariously at the foot of the bed on top of a stack of books as Dongju lay with his head and shoulders propped up by pillows to watch. He might have lost count how many episodes had passed - essentially enough episodes to get invested, and want to see through to the resolution of it all. Hwanwoong, on the other hand, was laying somewhat diagonally with his leg hanging off the bed, the top of his head pressed into Dongju's side and not at all bothering to watch the show.
"When does this episode end?" Hwanwoong stifled a yawn mid-sentence.
"Uh, fifteen? Twenty minutes?" Dongju guessed loosely. The estimate earned another disgruntled huff from Hwanwoong.
“That long?”
"Well maybe it would be less boring if you actually watched," he pointed out, shifting slightly against Hwanwoong to drive home his point.
Hwanwoong’s hair was a little messy as a result of not bothering to thoroughly comb it after showering earlier. It dried with one lick of hair at the back sticking up in a cartoonish manner, eliciting a constant temptation for Dongju to flick it.
"Ehh," Hwanwoong dismissed him with a lazy wave of his hand, undisturbed. "There's better things to be doing."
"Like what?" Dongju frowned slightly.
Sure, the drama wasn't exactly a riveting masterpiece, but he reserved the right to wear comfy pyjamas and consume slightly cringey media in peace. Besides, having Hwanwoong beside him felt cozy.
In place of an answer, Hwanwoong rolled over and started to crawl on top of Dongju, blocking his view of the laptop.
"Woong, come on," Dongju groaned, craning his neck to try and get a peek of the screen.
While Hwanwoong kept fussing, the scene had already managed to change three times and Dongju was losing track of the plot entirely. Still, Hwanwoong persisted until he was almost face to face, unceremoniously plopping down on him with a content sigh. His arms snuck underneath to wrap around Dongju's middle as he intertwined their legs together, and pressed his face into his chest - right where Dongju's pyjama top was unbuttoned.
Even if Dongju had wanted to argue before, he was now presented with a whole armful of Woongie, nuzzling right against his chest. Hwanwoong's cheek was soft and his nose tickled a little, but the warmth and familiar weight of him rendered Dongju unable to do anything but hug back. He squeezed, drawing a small beep out of Hwanwoong. The drama had little chance of winning Dongju's attention back against the serial cuddler, for it was incredibly difficult to get rid of Hwanwoong once he had latched on. Dongju didn't particularly want to try anyway, finally giving up on watching the show that was partially obscured by the unruly blue hair sticking up.
For a bit he remained still, gazing down lovingly at the sunshine in his arms, slowly rubbing circles with his thumbs on Hwanwoong's back. He bent his neck forwards as much as he could, just enough to place a kiss on the top of Hwanwoong's head. He could feel Hwanwoong’s lips plant the faintest of kisses on his collarbone, smiling into it. Dongju couldn’t help but smile too - what could be more perfect of a moment than to have his love cuddled up to him so snugly?
Well, not quite perfect, if only he could actually put the laptop away first.
"Woong, we need to move the laptop and turn off the lights," Dongju said quietly, bringing up one hand to stroke Hwanwoong's hair.
Expectedly, the other mumbled something in protest. Dongju flicked the little curl at the back with his index finger before threading his hand through the blue, gentle and soothing motions.
"Woo-oo-ngie," he continued, trying to wiggle a little bit. "Just let me go and I'll be back in a few seconds, promise."
Very reluctantly, Hwanwoong began to peel himself off, and as soon as he broke contact Dongju felt his absence. He hopped off the bed and stuck true to his word to quickly return everything to the desk and turn off the lights. Upon returning, he made it barely halfway getting under the covers before arms pulled him further in and lips connected with his own in a misaligned but warm kiss. Hwanwoong latched onto his front like a sleepy koala, hands gripping onto his pyjamas like he was afraid he would drift away. This time, Dongju was more than happy to indulge him, pulling up the blanket and tangling their legs together, holding Hwanwoong close to his chest, close to his heart.
His heart, which belonged to Hwanwoong anyway.
Fit together like matching puzzle pieces, Dongju could sense that Hwanwoong was quickly drifting off from the way his breathing slowed to a steady, deep rhythm. In truth, Dongju envied that ability a little. Too many nights he wished he could just close his eyes and immediately sleep, instead of tossing and turning to find exactly the right position, doing his best to chase away the noisy thoughts. But right now, he wasn't jealous at all; not falling asleep faster than Hwanwoong just meant that he could enjoy this moment a little longer. Safe and secure under the blankets, Dongju was already starting to plan which breakfast to make and how to kiss Hwanwoong awake the next morning.