Seunghyun pulled his blanket tighter around his shoulders and sleepily made a mental note to call the landlady in the morning. The heating breaking down in the middle of winter and on the weekend just wasn’t fun.

He was just about to fall asleep again, when he heard his door open.

“Hyung?” Whispered.

Making a non-committing noise, Seunghyun shifted.

“Hyung? Are you awake?” The whisper got louder.

Not really. Say what you want or leave me alone, Seunghyun’s tired mind thought, but he only made another noise that resembled a grunt.

“Hyung, I’m cold.”

Instead of answering, Seunghyun just lifted the corner of his blanket.

In no time, Jiyong was under the cover, his back to Seunghyun, shoving his ice cold feet against his shins. Talk about waking up in no time.

Seunghyun reached around and pulled Jiyong against him, entwining their fingers, so he could warm Jiyong’s cold hand. He tugged the blankets up over their shoulders and nuzzled into Jiyong’s neck.

“Better?”

Jiyong made a happy little noise and snuggled close.

“Then sleep.”