Jongin probably fell asleep on the practice room couch or crashed with one of the boys or made his way back to the dorm. Wherever he is, he's most likely sleeping, which is what you're about to do. You shed your clothes and pull one of Jongin's hoodies out of the closet. Sliding it on, you make your way under the covers, tug the blanket up to your chin, and let the deafening silence put you to sleep...

Every morning you've ever had with him has been different. Some great, some awful, some annoying, some loving. This one is a little bit of everything, but mostly the good stuff...

You're tangled in the long limbs of Chanyeol, all firm muscles and serene coziness, settled around you, holding you tightly. In his embrace, you relax, laying your head on his chest and listening to the strong beat of his heart, his heart that has its own rhythm and leads him wherever he goes because he knows his brain will give in to its insistence...