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Minho turns the duvet anticlockwise in his sleep. Or clockwise, if you're looking down on him. Right to left, from the position of the- oh, forget it. Minho sleeps on the right and pulls the duvet up from his feet as the night goes on. It's fucking annoying.
Like his other nighttime activities (e.g. screaming, punching, stripping, see footnote 1) this is fine when he's alone. When Jisung is in the bed with him, Jisung suffers. Minho is getting better, admittedly. He yells less and his sleep talking is mostly muttered into Jisung's hair. And Jisung's found that if he hugs an arm or pillows his head on Minho's shoulder then the violence is greatly reduced. Minho still hogs the blankets though.
In the winter especially, Jisung wakes with his knees at his chest, trying desperately to hide under the one corner he has left. He's tried stealing his blanket back but Minho is stronger than him and impossible to reason with when unconscious. The best technique Jisung had found is to give up his only corner and watch it get sucked into Minho's chest and then quickly pull the rest of it out from under his elbow. The duvet is sideways then but at three in the morning Jisung rarely cares.
It takes an embarrassingly long time for Jisung to realise that if he stops fighting the blanket goblin, Minho will rotate the whole thing on top of them like the little wheels under the plate in the microwave. And, much like a microwave, this method means Jisung gets a constant, evenly distributed supply of Minho's body heat. It's genius. He tells his boyfriend as much and Minho looks at him like he's the crazy one.
"I don't do that."
"Hyung, there were buttons in my face this morning," Jisung argues. "Those are normally at the bottom of the duvet."
"Who says that's my fault?" Minho says. "You were the one with buttons in your face, not me."
Jisung points out that, logically, if there were buttons in his face, there were buttons in Minho's face, considering the laws of physics and also that Jisung woke up with Minho in his arms. He also states the lack of this duvet-rotation phenomenon prior to them sleeping together as further evidence. Minho calls him unobservant. Jisung refutes this claim but Minho cites how long it took Jisung to realise their outings together were dates and yeah, Jisung can't argue that one.
He becomes an expert at Minho's nighttime shenanigans, more than he even realised until Minho goes to visit his family for some event Jisung is too shy for and he has a restless night of fitful sleep and wakes at 4am to the duvet twisted sideways.
"Fuck, he's going to be insufferable," Jisung says fondly to himself, knowing that he wouldn't be able to keep thing moment from Minho, even at his own expense. He sits up in the dark and rearranges the duvet to get it lying smoothly and the right orientation. Lying down again, he curls on his side, hugging Minho's pillow to his chest. "You are an independent woman," he tells himself in a whisper. "You will not cry because your boyfriend has gone home for a few days, and you won't turn the duvet like a microwave plate because that's his thing and you’re not one of those couples, ok?” Jisung bites his lip because he does really miss Minho and his unsociable sleeping habits. “Ok,” he tells himself. “Ok.”
The next night Minho is home and Jisung has never been so excited to go to sleep in his life, not even on Christmas Eve when he’d asked Santa for a Nintendo DS. He dives into bed as soon as he’s brushed his teeth and claims Minho’s left arm as his own, tucking it into his chest.
“Microwave me, Baby!” he says happily.
Minho snorts but doesn’t deny it this time, just turns his head to kiss the top of Jisung’s hair. “Thank you,” he says quietly.
“For what?” Jisung asks. He’s not done anything he can think of to deserve thanks lately. He’s not even picked his dirty laundry off the floor.
“For loving me,” Minho says.
Well, that doesn’t need thanks. Loving Minho is the easiest thing in the world.