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Gyuvin feels like he’s been sleeping in a sauna when he woke up from his afternoon nap. His hair is sticking to his face and all the blankets are kicked off the bed during his sleep.
Today is a rare rest day for the group and he does not appreciate his nap being disturbed like this. And he is pretty sure he had set the ac temperature to 22 °C.
As he looks around for the remote, he finds the culprit who turned up the temperature sleeping on the bed below. Kim Ricky.
Turns out that just like any cat, his cat also likes the room warm, contrary to Gyuvin’s cold room with a thick duvet lifestyle. Despite that, it’s a huge mystery how both of them refuse to switch rooms with someone more compatible.
When Gyuvin finds the remote, he sees that the temperature has been set to 26 °C.
‘Damn, that explains all the sweat.’
He thought to himself. He swiftly sets the AC back to the original temperature and gets ready to take another nap. However, it’s not as easy as before so he decides to scroll through his phone, waiting for his eyes to eventually get tired.
The room gradually got colder much to Gyuvin’s liking. While watching stupid cat videos on TikTok, secretly comparing them to his cat in human form that is sleeping below, he hears a rustle from the said cat.
He bends down to see Ricky curling up to himself in his sleep. He can see that Ricky is cold by the way he’s trying to cuddle up to the plushies nearby. Now he feels bad for lowering the temperature.
Gyuvin does not waste time and climbs down to the lower bunk. And just like a routine, he lies right beside Ricky and pulls him closer to his embrace. And just like a routine, Ricky also instinctively huddles closer to him. With Ricky’s head on his chest, Gyuvin can now see every inch of Ricky’s face. As he brushes his hands through Ricky’s hair, he finds himself getting lost in admiration.
Ricky looks like an angel sleeping like this. His pink lips open slightly to take in shallow breaths. His soft baby pink cheeks pressed on Gyuvin’s chest. Gyuvin hasn’t admitted this to anybody but he would love to smush his lips into those strawberry mochi cheeks and take a bite out of them, but for now, he’ll settle with admiring them from afar and stealing a smooch once in a while.
He also smells like the strawberry lotion that Gyuvin bought him as a joke. In hindsight, the joke backfired him as now Gyuvin is obsessed with his cat smelling like sweet strawberries whenever they cuddle and it distracts him from doing anything else apart from burying his face into Rick’s neck and sniffing every last bit of the scent on him.
As Gyuvin lets his thoughts of love and admiration consume him, he finds his eyes getting heavier and heavier. He thinks it is time for another nap and he pulls the duvet over both of them, just in case Ricky might still be cold.
He hugs Ricky closer and lulls himself to sleep, failing to see the slight smile on the “sleeping” boy’s face. And if Ricky pecked Gyuvin’s lips after Gyuvin fell asleep, that’s just between him and god to know.