Just a heads up I'm sorry this is short, and I'm sorry if there's any grammar mistakes it's past mid night here right now, I'm to lazy to proofread it. I just can't go to sleep for some reason. I feel like this is actually really bad, but I hope you enjoy it anyway ^^ oh and please comment what you think of it!! 

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I sigh, pulling the blanket up to my nose, a sudden chill brushing through the living room. The rest of the band members and manager hyungs are all sound asleep in their rooms, being that it's almost one am, but I however, can't fall asleep.

I've been trying for the last few hours to fall asleep, but for some reason my mind won't shut down, tiredness a foreign feeling to me at the moment. If manager hyung or leader hyung knew I was awake they'd kill me, because we have a schedule the next day (which was now today) and I haven't gotten a wink of sleep yet. 

I shiver again, glancing around the small, dark living room. Why is it so cold? The air conditioning isn't even on and its in the middle of summer. I try to count sheep on my head, clenching my eyes together tightly.

One sheep. Two sheep. Three sheep, four. But I get bored quickly with that and stare up at the ceiling which I can't even see clearly, the room jet black aside from the little bit of light from the window, the sky outside still quiet dim, but not as dark as it had been just a few hours ago.

I jump slightly as I hear a loud snore, coming from what I'm guessing is Namjoons room. He shares the room of course, but with the snore being that loud it had to have belonged to him. He snores sound like a small military tank passing through the area, destroying everything in its sight. 

He's actually the only one who snores, besides the managers. Yoongi hyung doesn't, neither Jin or Jimin, Jungkookie only makes soft breathy sounds in his sleep, and Hoseok is a completely sleeper.

The dorm is silent besides the snoring, and I almost feel bad for Namjoons room mates, who probably aren't getting any sleep, but then again. Neither am I.

I bite my lip, waiting for the drowsy, groggyness to set in, but it never does, and I lay on the couch for what seems like years, but really is only another hour.

When I was younger it was lights out at eight pm, and I had to be asleep by nine pm, or else my parents would get irritated and usually give me the lecture on how, if I don't sleep I can't be successful and the reason why I can't be successful is because I won't have enough energy to do my work because I hadn't slept and that's why it's important to always get sleep so you have enough energy to do my best and blahblahblah. Basically it was the same speech every time I had failed to fall asleep on time.

Even on weekends I had that schedule, and every morning no matter what day of the week it was I had to wake up at three to do chores. That routine stopped of course when I became an Idol, but my habit of staying awake didn't. It doesn't really ever effect me, but tonight I actually want to sleep more then usual.

I need my beauty sleep, as Jin would call it, but there's so many reasons why I can't sleep. It's completely silent in my room, and its freezing in there too, even more then it is in the living room. I roll over so my face is against the leather couch, trying to conserve as much heat as I can.

I'm to focused on trying to not freeze to death that I don't notice when Hoseok lazily slips into the living room, half awake.

"Tae? "He whispers, causing me to jump slightly, my heart breathing faster automatically at hearing his deep husky voice.

"Yes?"

"Oh Tae it's so cold in here why would you try sleeping in the living room?!" He hisses, coming over to grab my wrist and pull me up off the couch, the blanket hung in my shoulders. He hugs me to his bare chest and shivers.

No wonder your cold Hoseok, I think to myself with a chuckle, the extra heat from his body making me and toasty warm and I smile.

"Come on let's go to bed" he says, and I open my mouth to say something but before I can he pulls me gently, by the wrist down the hall, stumbling a little over his own feet.

He closes the door quietly behind us and I see a body on the other bed, curled up under the blankets. He pulls me under the covers with him and wraps his arms gently around my waist, my head resting on his chest.

"Better?" He whispers into my orange head of hair and I smile as he plants a soft kiss to my scalp.

"Yeah." I say before drifting off to sleep, only to be awaken again in a few hours.