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Summary
Three years later, it was still a habit.
Neither of them asked anymore.
It was simply understood. Keonho would sleep in Martin’s bed.
Keonho’s own bed had slowly become nothing more than a glorified laundry basket.
Even in hotels, when they were halfway across the country and assigned separate rooms, Martin would still wake up to find Keonho behind him, an arm draped loosely across his waist.
It was exactly why Martin should have asked questions the night he came back from his shower and saw Keonho asleep in his own bed.
But he didn’t.
Instead, Martin climbed into bed, pulled the blanket over himself, and turned toward the wall.
Pretending he wasn’t affected.
Pretending.
OR
Keonho has sleep paralysis and Martin helps him breathe again
And gains a boyfriend.
Series
- Part 2 of 🦔 requests