Kihyun awakens to a pair of thick arms wrapping round his waist, his body slowly being pulled close to the broad chest suddenly beside him.

“Time…?” he asks softly, his voice barely audible in the still night.

“Four,” Hoseok whispers back. “Go back to thleep, Kihyunnie.” He hugs the man tighter to himself, his long exhale ruffling Kihyun’s ashy gray hair. The younger man sighs deeply, shifting around drowsily until he’s clinging onto the older.

“What have I thaid about working tho late?” he mumbles halfheartedly, not much caring about how strongly his lisp is shining through at the moment. Kihyun’s pillow rises and falls in time with Hoseok’s light chuckle, and he realizes his pillow is actually the man’s chest. No wonder it’s so warm.

“Good night, Kihyunnie~”

Kihyun hums in reply, nuzzling his cheek against Hoseok’s impossibly soft shirt as he already begins to drift off once more. Hoseok cards his fingers through the younger’s hair until he falls asleep himself, keeping his love close.