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“ddana~~” eunwoo calls out as he enters their dorm. he flops down exhaustedly on the nearest couch he sees and lets out a sigh in relaxation. his schedule has been packed with shoots and events this whole week and has barely had any time to relax, until this moment.

he turns around to lay on his back, getting more comfortable. he knows he has more to do, like wash up and take his makeup off, but the comfort of the couch gets the best of him. it’s just so… soft… and… mushy. it won’t be that big of a problem for him in the morning if he just falls asleep here, right?

just as he’s about to drift, he hears the sound of footsteps coming from the hallway. “hyung, is that you?” the voice calls out, approaching him. eunwoo’s mind instantly alerts awake. he can’t help but smile at the sound of his voice.

“hyung. why are you lying here?” the voice, sanha, asks, dumbfounded.

eunwoo cracks an eye open, then both of them. “that’s it? no ‘hi hyung, how was your day?’ or ‘hi hyung, i missed you’?” he jokes, surprised he even has it in him to play around. his eyes threaten to close.

sanha smiles. that warm, radiant, smile eunwoo’s convinced himself is just for him, and that thought alone completely wakes him up. “come on, you know i’ve missed you.”

eunwoo sits up, wraps his arms around sanha’s waist and pulls him close, “have you, though?” he cheekily asks.

to eunwoo’s surprise, sanha doesn’t try to break free. his glistening eyes stare into his like a trance, and there’s a beat. there’s always a beat. they never talk about it though.

“of course i have, you weirdo!” sanha pushes eunwoo’s head. lightly though, barely any harm. and just like that, the beat is gone, and the atmosphere is back to playful.

“how am i weird?!” eunwoo shoots back, caressing his head. it gives him whiplash sometimes, how fast the mood changes.

sanha decides to changes the topic. “whatever, there’s a plate in the microwave if you haven’t eaten,” he says, and he turns to leave.

eunwoo gently reaches for his wrist and drags him back, aching for more contact. “wait. stay with me.”

“what? we have a room, you know.” sanha exclaims words of protest, but lets himself be hauled. eunwoo lays back down on the couch and makes room for sanha, pulling him in and cuddling him like he’s a human pillow.

eunwoo, being too tired to care about his choice of words, says, “yeah, but we don’t share a bed.” he snuggles sanha closer. his body really plans to fall asleep here with him.

at this, sanha turns to face him, never breaking the embrace. it’s not new for them to be this close, but it’s not an everyday thing aswell. sanha likes these nights, the nights where it feels okay to be clingy.

he feels his face soften as he looks up at eunwoo. his makeup is still on, he notes. “you wanna share a bed?” he mutters casually, just loud enough so eunwoo can hear him, not like there’s another person in the room.

he watches his face change from troubled to calm, and continues to watch him as he opens his eyes.

“yes, well- it gets cold at night, you know,” eunwoo mutters back. they gaze at each other longingly, like there’s an invisible wall dividing the two, despite being within reach.

“yes, i agree, i feel very warm with you,” sanha nods, almost giggling.

“right?” eunwoo says, starting to giggle aswell. he’s not sure what he’s giggling for, but it’s funny. he feels giddy.

sanha, feeling embarrassment all of a sudden, hides his flushing face in eunwoo’s neck. theyre both giggling for no reason now. perhaps its the lame excuse they both used.

“okay,” sanha locks in, “lets get that makeup off first.”