Aphenphosmphobia » k.jw & w.yh

thirty two.

"You never fail to amaze me. Everyday there is something new that makes me love you even more than the day before."

~ ❀ ~

The cold was bearable, but it was definitely uncomfortable, although, he was slightly fond of it now. Jungwoo was facing the wall, eyes trained on the snowy glass window, as the stars and moon shined brightly on the night sky. He couldn't sleep, and it was already annoying him.

He turned and shifted on the bed, limbs sprawled out as the blankets enveloped him fully. But it wasn't enough. Jungwoo crawled onto the edge of the bed, only seeing a broad back facing him. Ah, nevermind. Jungwoo laid back down on the bed, he didn't want this. But, Mrs. Wong didn't want him to feel uncomfortable with a giant practically squeezing the life out of him.

Pulling the blankets closer to him, Jungwoo scooted to the edge of the bed, and was just staring up at the ceiling. He bit his lip, as he glanced at Yukhei again. Just sleep, okay? He closed his eyes, finally feeling the sleepiness lull him. But, the memories didn't let him.

He remembered... All the holidays he'd spent all alone, miserable, and... Cold. His Mother would always leave, probably to be with some people that Jungwoo didn't know, people she'd chose over than her children, her son. 2 years, he'd spent 2 holiday seasons without anyone, and 4 with his sister, but she left.

For the nth time that night, Jungwoo opened his eyes and sighed, sitting up and running a hand through his hair. Should I? He bit his lip, and decided. He sighed again, before reaching for his pillow and hugging it tightly. I shouldn't. He placed the pillow back, but hesitated before laying back down. Jungwoo sat up again, just looking at Yukhei, who was peacefully sleeping. I shouldn't. I could wake him up.

So, even if it was a hard decision, he laid back down, closing his eyes, and turning to face the wall again. Feeling the drowsiness overcome him again.

"Just sleep." He whispered to himself, fighting the urge to face the other way again, and contemplate on whether he should sleep beside the taller.

He was feeling the sleep wash over him, and he was finally tired after all the tossing and turning, the shifting and sitting up, but, he was still cold. On the other hand, someone woke up from all the silent shuffling, piercing the silence of the room. Yukhei, even with drowsy eyes, sat up, looking at Jungwoo, who was now breathing calmly.

The taller looked at the alarm clock which displayed 12:01 with red digital numbers. Without even hesitating, Yukhei grabbed his pillow and own blanket, and stood up. With heavy footsteps, he finally kneeled down on his bed, trying to control his body from creating too much noise that would startle the shorter. And he succeeded, he was now silently staring at Jungwoo's shoulder, watching him breath.

i̸s̸ i̸t̸ j̸u̸s̸t̸ m̸e̸ o̸r̸ w̸h̸e̸n̸e̸v̸e̸r̸ i̸ s̸l̸e̸e̸p̸ w̸i̸t̸h̸ s̸o̸m̸e̸o̸n̸e̸, l̸i̸k̸e̸ s̸l̸e̸e̸p̸o̸v̸e̸r̸s̸ n̸o̸ d̸i̸r̸t̸y̸ m̸i̸n̸d̸s̸ p̸l̸e̸a̸s̸e̸ h̸e̸h̸e̸h̸e̸. i̸ a̸l̸w̸a̸y̸s̸ c̸h̸e̸c̸k̸ i̸f̸ t̸h̸e̸y̸'r̸e̸ s̸t̸i̸l̸l̸ b̸r̸e̸a̸t̸h̸i̸n̸g̸. l̸i̸k̸e̸... i̸s̸ i̸t̸ t̸h̸e̸ p̸a̸r̸a̸n̸o̸i̸a̸? j̸u̸s̸t̸ m̸e̸? o̸h̸, o̸k̸a̸y̸. h̸e̸h̸e̸

Yukhei noticed how Jungwoo's body would shiver ever so often, so he did the most rational thing to do. He pulled his own blanket over Jungwoo's already blanketed body.