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The morning air is crisp against the exposed skin of his arm. The sun is out already, but all he can see underneath his closed eyelids is orange. Some birds chirp outside loudly, right, they've left the window open last night. But despite the coldness of the morning cool air, Wooyoung feels warmth all over him. The sweet scent of caramel lingers around his nose lightly and it takes him a few moments to process what this means.

His eyes open in an instant and he has to stop from yelping when the strong light coming from the sun, showing itself through the trees almost fully, attacks them merciless. His heart skips a beat right away and his muscles tense up at the realization. They both moved around in their sleep apparently, he'll make sure to keep this in mind as San said he doesn't move at all. He'll tease him till he's sick of it. But he is indeed, the one who moved more, his spot on the other side of the bed being abandoned by now, most probably cold as well. He completely invaded San's space, Wooyoung realizes painfully in silence, and the older did not wake him up like he told him to do. This is his biggest problem ever since he's been little. He craves physical contact and if he sleeps with someone, there is no chance in hell they'll escape being hugged and cuddled against their will. This is why he warned him, this is why he told him to wake him up. Only if San didn't even wake up at all in the first place. Maybe he's a heavy sleeper, unlike Jongho, who, if he were to accidentally cuddle him in sleep, he'll most probably find himself on the floor in an instant.

Wooyoung tries to relax a little and process how tangled they are actually. He can't really have a good view of them, but first of all, he's the one hugging San who's also facing him. As if it isn't enough he didn't wake up at all the whole night. He holds in a sigh while his heart does its weird flips in his chest.

He had a great sleep, really, with no dreams disturbing the peace in his mind and he actually even fell asleep quite easily too. When was the last time he slept this well, just like a baby?

While trying to calm his already racing heart and heating face, the young man really tries his best to understand how in the world did they end up hugging each other like this? He's never had San this close, and he remembers only hugging the man twice when he was breaking down every other day and he would be too weak to even push him away from doing so in the first place. But he feels San, and his whole body is relaxed against his own. It makes him relax as well, but just a little. He's too conscious for his own good to be too relaxed.

Wooyoung's right arm is completely numb underneath San's head while the other one still holds him closer to his body. The older is breathing evenly and softly, sign he is still deep into his sleep. San's own arms are wrapped around his waist tightly, making sure he has no way out of here easily. Their legs are tangled as well, and Wooyoung is painfully aware his right leg sits comfortably between San's strong thighs while his left leg somehow snaked his way around his hip. They are basically glued to each other, Wooyoung connects the dots quickly and feels the way his whole face burns at this point.

Why is he feeling like a teenage boy with zero experience?

He's hugged and cuddled with people for as long as he remembers. So how come, when it comes to San, his bandmate and friend, whom he feels connected in the most platonic way ever (obviously), Wooyoung suddenly forgets how to act and think? It's a simple hug, he tries to tell himself, a hug, that simple. A hug he would usually initiate towards Yeosang, who would accept it with open arms and they would snuggle with each other the whole night without a problem. So how come, because it's San, his heart feels like exploding along with his whole body?

He thanks God they have the blanket in between them. He already feels like an accident including an unwanted boner is about to happen if he doesn't disentangle from the older quickly.