THIS IS LONG AND I FEEL LIKE I DIDN'T DO THE PROMPT JUSTICE, CRY...
Cold
Hoya lies on his bed, room cold and toes chilled. He would rather give anything to get up and fetch a comforter from their messy, disorganized linen closet but he chooses not to. He can handle the cold. He always has when it got bad like this.
Back then, when they were at their first dorm, blankets and sheets were none abundant. They shared what they had begrudgingly and tried their best to share it equally. But of course it was impossible. There would always be a member or two that, in their sleep, would take the blanket all to themselves, leaving the rest cold with chattering teeth.
Hoya was the only one who didn't mind. The cold sided with him and stayed in a icy mellowness, chilling him calmly. He lay there, still and heavy with sleep, Myungsoo next to him every night.
Myungsoo. He was a trembling mess.
There was a night where Hoya couldn't sleep, of course, not because of the cold. Stress being the main cause. The never-ending promotions, dance routines not coming out the way he wanted to. The typical, usual things.
A sharp intake of breath drew him from his thoughts and he glanced over at Myungsoo, the boy's shaking back facing him. Hoya stared and then looked away, thinking nothing of it. The shaky breaths continued on for the remainder of the night and Hoya went to sleep like always. Late, but he fell asleep cold and fine.
That was the first night.
The second night, Hoya kept staring at Myungsoo's back. The boy was wearing a t-shirt in temperatures like this, was his first thought. He's dumb, he could ask anyone for a sweater, why didn't he, was what he continued to think.
His thoughts distracted him and before Hoya knew it, Myungsoo was in his arms, head on his chest, arm thrown over his stomach.
Hoya didn't say a thing. Myungsoo didn't either.
Hoya was warm and flushed, like a nice spring day with no breeze. He usually didn't describe himself like that but he felt that was the only thing to compare himself as other than a heater.
Myungsoo stuck to him closer, his skin icy and chilled to the bone. Hoya re-positioned an arm over his shoulder, gripping him softly. They fell asleep, warm and chests rising simultaneously.
The third night, Myungsoo was shaking again. Hoya did nothing.
It felt too weird, a small voice told him.
Myungsoo didn't turn to him and Hoya guessed he had a small voice in his mind too somewhere.
(When he woke up that morning, Myungsoo didn't look at him. He didn't look at him the entire day. Hoya didn't understand. He stared at Myungsoo at every chance he got, during breakfast, dance practice, lunch...)
Cold
Hoya lies on his bed, room cold and toes chilled. He would rather give anything to get up and fetch a comforter from their messy, disorganized linen closet but he chooses not to. He can handle the cold. He always has when it got bad like this.
Back then, when they were at their first dorm, blankets and sheets were none abundant. They shared what they had begrudgingly and tried their best to share it equally. But of course it was impossible. There would always be a member or two that, in their sleep, would take the blanket all to themselves, leaving the rest cold with chattering teeth.
Hoya was the only one who didn't mind. The cold sided with him and stayed in a icy mellowness, chilling him calmly. He lay there, still and heavy with sleep, Myungsoo next to him every night.
Myungsoo. He was a trembling mess.
There was a night where Hoya couldn't sleep, of course, not because of the cold. Stress being the main cause. The never-ending promotions, dance routines not coming out the way he wanted to. The typical, usual things.
A sharp intake of breath drew him from his thoughts and he glanced over at Myungsoo, the boy's shaking back facing him. Hoya stared and then looked away, thinking nothing of it. The shaky breaths continued on for the remainder of the night and Hoya went to sleep like always. Late, but he fell asleep cold and fine.
That was the first night.
The second night, Hoya kept staring at Myungsoo's back. The boy was wearing a t-shirt in temperatures like this, was his first thought. He's dumb, he could ask anyone for a sweater, why didn't he, was what he continued to think.
His thoughts distracted him and before Hoya knew it, Myungsoo was in his arms, head on his chest, arm thrown over his stomach.
Hoya didn't say a thing. Myungsoo didn't either.
Hoya was warm and flushed, like a nice spring day with no breeze. He usually didn't describe himself like that but he felt that was the only thing to compare himself as other than a heater.
Myungsoo stuck to him closer, his skin icy and chilled to the bone. Hoya re-positioned an arm over his shoulder, gripping him softly. They fell asleep, warm and chests rising simultaneously.
The third night, Myungsoo was shaking again. Hoya did nothing.
It felt too weird, a small voice told him.
Myungsoo didn't turn to him and Hoya guessed he had a small voice in his mind too somewhere.
(When he woke up that morning, Myungsoo didn't look at him. He didn't look at him the entire day. Hoya didn't understand. He stared at Myungsoo at every chance he got, during breakfast, dance practice, lunch...)
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