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Wrapped in a thousand bundles of all kinds of color and texture, the blankets cocooned them like a caterpillar in chrysalis.
With the only difference that they wouldn't be flying as butterflies by morning.
It was probably past midnight; Hyuna couldn't tell in the dark. As soon as the clock's arm fell at 1AM, the lights went out—so did the heaters. Binding them into this predicament of tangled limbs, sharing meager warmth from each other's heat storage.
She feels Luka snuggling deeper into the crook of her neck, her cheek was pressed firmly against her head, his hair tickling her face. She lets out a sharp exhale against his hair when she feels the snot-colored curls sweeping past her nostrils. Ew. Of course they would.
She laid trapped in the mattress, half sitting up and half sprawled out. Luka’s arms were snaked around her waist, wrapping tight for o' dear life—hers or his—she's too tired to figure that out. Luka shifted.
His legs moved first, supposedly finding a comfortable spot before landing on her own legs. They weighed down like barrels of dumbbells.
Her hand found his hair, carding his golden locks and twining them in her fingers. The silken strands were longer now, but remained curled and maddeningly luscious despite the length. A feeling of petty envy takes root in her heart.
She's going to steal his conditioner the next morning.
Hyuna took a glance to her right, where the battery-powered clock loudly strikes the next second. She hasn't yet to develop night-vision eye sight, but the ability to see in the dark requires some glimmer of light to enter her range of seeing to activate. She thought of pulling the curtains open.
Luka shifted again. She wonders if Luka is just as wide awake as she is. His legs now weighed above her crotch.
"Hey." Her voice comes out hoarse from neglect, morning breath so rancid that she could smell it herself. "Move. You're killing me."
The bunched-up hair startled, mopping her face with delicate curls. Another piece of gold tries to slip past her nose membrane. Hyuna’s head jerks upward on reflex. It took her a moment to realize he was shaking his head.
"No." He finally declares in a whisper. She feels his breath trapped against her neck, whirred with slow intakes as his words settles on her skin—a tiny betrayal.
"What do you mean, 'no'?" She gruntled. He stood his ground, or rather slept on her ground, refusing to budge. She tried to shake him away, but when absurdly flexible legs curled in on her like a pupa encircling a maturing butterfly worm. Moving him was impossible. "Get off me."
She played another futile attempt to get him back by snuggly tucking her spared leg on top of him, with the splinter of oaken hope, he'd wear out from the weight and relent.
She reluctantly took her leg off when Luka apparently does not relent. "I mean it, get off me. You're heavy."
Luka lifted his head to look at her, or as much eye-contact as they could make while having millimeters between their face. His pale eyes blinked open to meet hers, taking in her every pore and mark strewn across her face. Silently flickering from her nose, to her eyes, to her lips, lolling back up for a moment to the ceiling as if remembering their current position, then back to her features. His lips were parted slightly.
Luka closed his mouth shut—he must've caught her gaze—and finally moved his dead weight off her.
He lifted his legs off her completely, yet still held onto her hips. Using Hyuna as both a bolster pillow and head pillow, cuddling his freezing body closer to her sparse warmth. At that moment, she felt like his giant plush toy.
It wasn’t too far off.
They stayed like that for another hour or another dawn. They left the heater on the heating mode in case the power comes back somewhere at night. Luka moved to lie on his back. She felt the comfortable weight slip away from her torso as Luka must’ve gotten tired of using her as a human-body pillow.
Both his arms shot up to his head, almost in exasperated motion, but that was always how he slept—in the most disgraceful pose with the face of a sleeping prince.
A sharp tug yanked her, blankets snuck past the heels of her feet, peeling from bare skin to befoul her with the draft air.
Her body pulled up beside Luka on her sides now. This was all Luka's fault for moving. Her arms bent weirdly under the crushed side, her feet exposed to the cold night air.
Hyuna heaved herself up using her other palm, balancing on her escaped elbow trying to switch into a better position. She saw from the corner of her eyes Luka following her movement with his. She tried to ignore him, focusing on her newly made task now of ripping the curtains from their rail.
Luka grabbed hold of her elbow, "Hyuna..." He spoke her name quietly with steady fervor. "Don't go." His voice was barely above a wisp of breath. He pulled her elbows down in a dour, deliberate manner. She dropped back to the mattress in a less-than-ideal position.
"I'm not going anywhere." She insisted. She was only going to open the curtains and come back to their homemade heater. But her chance dwindled and died as he turned onto his side and bounded both her legs over his, adding another of his arm around her neck.
His other hand stayed on her elbows, tracing the lines of her forearms. She regarded him, his thick lashes curled low, peeking behind were those pretty orbs gazing in crescent slits. "Don't go," He firmly repeated. "I'm cold."
Her glare softens, "I know. I'm cold too."
Luka shuffled closer. His arm still gripping Hyuna's elbow with an odd ferocity that shouldn't be possible for someone barely coherent. She decides to wait it out till he falls asleep again—if he was ever asleep in the first place.
Hyuna felt his arm lazily slides down her shoulder, stopping just below her hips. She then felt him gather a fistful of their blankets before pulling the excess to her side, making small adjustment just so that she feels a little more cozier.
Luka doesn’t stop right there. He clumsily shifted his leg over hers, kicking at nothing in particular. Hyuna scowls at Luka for the gangly mess. The blanket drawn down her ankles with the help of uncoordinated kicks. Hyuna drags the blanket down fully, tucking it under her heels, sealing safety with a sigh. She finally feels warmth seep back into her toes.
How he knows about her exposed feet was beyond her.
His fingers trailed from her forearm to her hand. Gently, he threads his finger in hers, slowly bringing their joined hands up toward his face. His hand bites cold against her scorch. Their hands were of such contrasting colors—pristine white silk and polished bronze—doesn't mix together, but clasp around each other as if with the longer they held on, the more their differences will dissolve into one another.
His lips fell forward, closing the distance from the dorsal of her hand. They’re warm, his lips. He kissed each of her knuckles as if counting treasured prize, starting from her index knuckle, the middle, and ring to the pinkie. Then returned to kiss her thumb knuckle. His lips parted in a soft 'o' shape, and he started blowing into her hand with his warm breath.
His arms slid back out from the spot over her neck to find her other hand, and brought them together. Both of his palm enclosed hers, and he puffed some more steam into their hands.
It was... sweet of him.
"Go to sleep." She begrudgingly said, lowering both of their hands beneath the covers. He owlishly blinked at her, suddenly more awake than before. She huffed out a laugh and dragged her palm down his eyelids, plunging him in darkness.
"Sleep tight, with love."