"Sicheng?"
It's two in the morning. Sicheng frowned from his side of the bed, looking at Yuta in the darkness. "W-What?"
"I can't sleep."
"Oh."
"Can you..."
"Hm?" Sicheng mumbled.
"Can you...um..."
"Yuta...?" Sicheng tried to edge him on.
"Can you...cuddle me," Yuta's last words were whispered, almost like he was nervous, but Sicheng heard them loud and clear and proceeded to do so, and Yuta had no more nightmares that night.
