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Han Donghoon stepped out of his bedroom to retrieve a midnight snack. Or well, a late night snack, it being 3am. He didn’t bother to turn on the lights, which went against him when he tripped over something in the living room. Confused, he propped himself up and noticed two people asleep on the floor.
Kim Dokja was resting on the rug, his arms wrapped around Lee Gilyoung who had most of the blanket and a pillow. The teenager looked around and spotted what looked like a pillow fort. It seemed the boy had made one earlier and didn’t want to leave it, and Kim Dokja being a pushover with the kids just slept by him on the floor instead of dragging him out.
Han Donghoon continued to stare at them, forgetting what he left his room for. For a moment, he pictured a younger version of himself in Kim Dokja’s arms in place of Lee Gilyoung. He shook his head, embarrassed. He was too old to be thinking of something like that. Sure, he was a bit touch starved and desperate for parental validation but he could take care of himself, he had especially after he put so much effort making it clear to Kim Dokja that he was independent.
He sighed and didn’t leave that spot, instead shyly leaning down, going lower onto the floor until his head rested very gently on Kim Dokja’s side, opposite to the one Lee Gilyoung cuddled. His heart raced. What was he doing? Acting like a kid like this…
Before he could move, Kim Dokja shuffled. He froze, his blood running cold.
The man yawned and plainly rolled a bit, still holding onto Lee Gilyoung but used his other arm to bring Han Donghoon into a cuddle. The teenager blinked, then assumed Kim Dokja probably thought he was Shin Yoosung.
With wide eyes he looked around the room, trying to think of how to escape. He could quickly swap himself out for one of the pillows? Though, the entire pillow fort might collapse if he did.
“Finally, you’re going to bed at a reasonable time,” Kim Dokja muttered sleepily.
Kim Dokja didn’t realise how late it really was, but the fact the teenager had laid down to rest at all was an achievement to him. Han Donghoon laid still, and wondered if Kim Dokja knew who he was talking to. He wouldn’t say a statement like that to Shin Yoosung, would he? He’d probably just scold her for being awake.
Then, Kim Dokja muttered, “Close your eyes, Donghoon.”
That only made his eyes go wider. He was… okay with this? With him acting like a little kid that went to their parent after a nightmare? His eyelids lowered as he tried to relax, tried to make his posture less tense. Han Donghoon hid his face in the older’s arm, who tiredly ruffled his hair.
Lee Gilyoung yawned, slowly blinking as he woke up from the sounds. His eyes adjusted and he noticed Han Donghoon.
“Hyung! You’re having a sleepover with us!” He beamed.
He chaotically crawled over Kim Dokja, who winced when the boy kicked him, then clung to his older brother figure. Han Donghoon looked at him surprised, before letting him remain that way.
“Sorry… I can pull him off if you want,” Kim Dokja offered but the teenager shook his head.
The man smiled and laid back down. “Good night… you two…” he mumbled tiredly, finally drifting off.
The air was silent besides soft breathing.
Han Donghoon peaked over at the other two.
“…Goodnight,” he quietly whispered.
He relaxed despite the hard floorboards, shuffling closer to the other two. For once he managed to fall asleep without any problems.