"Daehyun" Youngjae whispered, but to no avail.

"Daehyun" He tried again, this time a little bit harsher. 

Still, he was met with a snoring Jung Daehyun splayed out on his bed with three blankets draping over him. 

Youngjae glanced towards the other end of the room where the youngest member was snoozing and was unaware of Youngjae's intruding self. He sighed of relief and turned back to the helpless glutton that was quite unfortunately his lover. 

He knew trying to wake him up vocally would not stir him up the least bit, so he decided to opt for a forceful tactic; Breaking and entering.

He ripped Daehyun's never ending layers of blankets off and threw himself onto the single bed that was quite obviously not made for two, but it'll do or he'll make do.

Youngjae tried to push Daehyun a little to the side to accommodate his built, making him frustrated that Daehyun was as heavy as a tonne load and there was no possible way to move him. He groaned, he was tired and all he wanted was a goodnight's sleep. 

The band had just moved into a new dormitory and don't get him wrong, he was ecstatic over the bigger, wider space that the dorm provided. Finally, a dorm that could actually inhabit 6 young men and not suffocate them with crammed rooms that barely had space for furniture let alone human beings. 

However, what made Youngjae a little irked over the new dormitory was the room arrangements. He hated how they decided on whom rooming with whom with a dumb game of rock-scissors-paper. It all seemed like an ingenious idea then, but as the night grew darker and everyone was sent to their respective rooms did Youngjae regret their irrational (and childish) decision. 

He couldn't bloody sleep. 

He was so used to having an annoying, big-mouth holding him through the night that rooming away from him felt so empty. He looked across the room where his roommate, Yongguk slept and sighed, a little aggravated at his plight.

There was no way he's going to wake Yongguk up and ask if he could cuddle him to sleep. 

Besides, he knew Daehyun would most definitely slaughter him if he were to find out. As if it weren't already a pain convincing Daehyun that his kissing Zelo was just an act of brotherly endearment and nothing more.

Youngjae shook his head and got out of bed. He must not let this get inbetween him and his goodnight's sleep. He went off, storming out of his room, crossing to the other side of the dormitory where Daehyun's room was located. A little too far for his liking, if he must admit. 

So here he was, on Daehyun's bed, desperately pushing him to make space for himself. He almost cried out of frustration since Daehyun won't ing budge. 

"Jae?" A voice resounded, thick with sleep and deeper than usual- which involuntarily sent shivers down Youngjae's spine. 

Youngjae wasn't sure if he's thankful that Daehyun was actually- finally- awake or embarrassed that he's caught red-handed on trying to join his boyfriend in bed. 

Daehyun instinctively moved further to the side so Youngjae could have more space to lie on. His arms reached out- as if out of habit- and pulled Youngjae closer to him, letting them rest firmly around his waist. 

Inside, Youngjae thanked the God above for making this a simpler task than he had imagined. Though he was still a little embarrassed. 

"You could've just woke me" Daehyun mumbled, burying his nose into Youngjae's flop of thick black hair. It smelled nice, the scent driving him back to sleep.

Youngjae rolled his eyes shifting a little to make himself all the more comfortable with his now attained, craved warmth. 

"Oh believe me, I tried" 

Daehyun chuckled and kissed the top of Youngjae's head. "Sorry, the day's been extra tiring i guess" 

The addressed boy stayed silent, basking in the embrace, eyes shut and a small smile engraving his lips. 

It was a comfortable silent, the darkness hugged them but no one find it much of a nuisance. It was almost perfect. 

"Jae." 

Youngjae merely hummed in response.

"I'd like it if you could give atleast one of my blankets back." his words muffled by Youngjae's locks.

Youngjae groaned, "You're ruining the moment, dickhead" 

Despite his complaint, he still sat up and reached for the blankets he so violently tore off Daehyun and shoved to the floor just moments ago. 

Daehyun helped Youngjae hid themselves under the blanket before returning to their prior position. 

The streets were empty saved for the lamps that lit up, spilling faint light through the drawn curtains. Zelo's snores were uncanny, but Youngjae and Daehyun shrugged it off, too consumed in one another to laugh at the boy's sleeping antics. 

At this state, everything seemed normal, it still felt as if they were back at their old dorm and nothing had changed. But the thought of going to bed the next day troubled Youngjae, just a tiny bit.

"Just so you know," his voice soft, barely above a whisper, "I hate the new arrangement" 

His eyes remained closed but Daehyun's fluttered open with a goofy grin plastered on his face.

"Yeah, isn't all that ideal." He studied how Youngjae's eyebrows creased and he knew the boy was worrying. The hand on his waist hiked up to smoothen up the scrunched brows.

"Don't worry" Daehyun muttered, pulling Youngjae into his toned chest, "we'll figure something out." 

Youngjae believed him and decided to let sleep take him over. He did feel a soft pair of lips on his before losing his consciousness entirely. 

Ultimately, Youngjae was just glad that eventhough their dormitory changed, or even their room arrangements, that he still had Daehyun in his reach. 

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More nights passed and each morning, Yongguk would find Youngjae's bed empty and would have Zelo complain about how Youngjae and Daehyun kept him up with their hushed whispers that grew louder in volume when conversations grew serious.

Each morning, the rest of the members would find two boys cuddled so close to each other in a bed that was so obviously made for one. 

Some things just cease to change.