Chanyeol wondered if aliens ever danced up there, in space.

He wondered if perhaps he was an alien. Jongdae had said so earlier. Between a martini and a jack and coke. Or was it a shot of something else? He didn’t remember. But Jongdae had said he danced like an alien. Chanyeol couldn’t believe his alien family had dropped him down from space and never came back to get him again. Aliens were cruel. Perhaps he was better off as a human. Yes, starting from this exact moment, Chanyeol was human. No more alien business for him.

Humans had pretty good music anyway. He was sure aliens had some unidentifiable beat they just wiggled to. This was better. Chanyeol had no idea what this song was called but he loved it and so did the woman who danced in front of him. She danced like Chanyeol. He knew because Jongdae always imitated his way of dancing and unless this girl was imitating Chanyeol, she had a similar dancing style to his.

The best dancing style. Chanyeol raised his hands and wiggled his arms around, twirling around and grinning at the woman who did the same, wide open. Perhaps a weird way of communicating, perhaps a laugh. He pumped his hands to the left in rhythm with the beat’s boisterous echo in his chest, wiggled his hips to the opposite side. He did the same thing to the opposite side. Or was it to the same side? Opposite side? Same side?

The woman threw open again. Chanyeol feared her face would rip apart. He felt someone colliding against his side but paid no mind to it. They were in a club. Clubs were made for people to collide into other people and perhaps stick to them. Chanyeol didn’t really feel like sticking to anyone tonight. Junmyeon had stuck to him for a while before disappearing with one of his colleagues, maybe an hour ago, maybe a night ago. He wasn’t sure who had decided to hold a party in a club, everyone was scattered around, it was kind of stupid.

His dance partner glided closer to him and that was weird. Chanyeol was pretty sure he didn’t want anyone to stick to him so that meant no one should stick to him. He needed a drink. Perhaps he should order something with a weird name.

Perhaps this woman was an alien. Her hand cascaded down Chanyeol’s chest in a numbing touch. Chanyeol didn’t want to be touched. She was touching him. That meant she was an alien. She was sent down here by the alien family that had kicked him out of their UFO twenty eight years ago. She was going to drag him back up to Pluto. But Pluto wasn’t a planet anymore. Chanyeol shouldn’t go there. He needed to look very convincingly human.

Another rip through the woman’s face when Chanyeol jumped up and down and threw his head from one side to the other as the song reached its tenth . Luckily for him, his head didn’t dislocate from his body. Although, this place probably missed a disco ball. 

Chanyeol would make one hell of a disco ball.

Someone laughed behind him and Chanyeol jumped around in a very stylish, very detailed, very sophisticated dance move that consisted in him crossing his legs at the ankles. He intended to twirl right back around by unraveling his legs but instead, he stumbled forward.

Alien hands caught him by the waist. Not alien hands. Very strong, very good-at-holding-people hands. Baekhyun hands. He wasn’t an alien. Yes. Chanyeol remembered.

Baekhyun let go of him, mouth opening into a sound muted by the music. It wasn’t a rip. Just a hole. Very wide. Chanyeol should maybe jump inside and see how deep it was.

"Are you laughing at my dancing?" someone asked and it was only when Chanyeol pried his gaze away from the light reflecting on the glossiness of Baekhyun’s lower lip that he noticed it was his own voice. He also noticed that that lower lip looked very soft under the red laser blasted through the club, flickering along to the beat. So soft. A spaceship could land there with no complications or threat to the safety of its passenger. 

Baekhyun frowned and jolted his head closer to him. Whispery laughter burst out of them both when their noses collided. No pain. Chanyeol was still laughing when his hand landed on Baekhyun’s shoulder. He wondered if his touch was as sturdy as Baekhyun’s hold on his waist. Baekhyun wasn’t an alien, Chanyeol had no objections to his hands on his body. 

He opened his eyes wide in attempt to see beyond the alcohol and the night of the party to find Baekhyun’s ear. 

He trailed his hand up Baekhyun’s neck and flicked a finger over his earlobe. There. The ear. Baekhyun’s shoulders jolted and he recoiled back, face scrunched like laughing paper. Chanyeol guided his lips towards his own hand and screamed into Baekhyun’s ear to make sure he was heard this time.

"My dance always makes people laugh, that’s why I do it," he informed the other. It was important for everyone to know that Chanyeol liked making people laugh.

If Baekhyun ever needed some happy-ing, he should come and find Chanyeol. He wouldn’t charge him. Or perhaps he would. In cuddles. Baekhyun’s hands felt snug around him. Chanyeol was perhaps a tiny little bead hiding in the hollow of Baekhyun fist. 

He pulled back once he’d shared the information and  looked at Baekhyun. Glimmers. He blinked. He couldn’t see the color but there was makeup on Baekhyun’s eyelids. Or no makeup. Stardust. These hands felt strong enough to crush stars. These eyes looked majestic enough to be crowned with astral jewels.

Baekhyun’s eyes narrowed, his mouth widened. He heard a peak of sound falling from his mouth when the music crouched down for a beat and then jumped back up into deafeningly nice noise when Baekhyun moved his face closer to his.

Their cheeks brushed. Cushy. Baekhyun’s hands felt delicate enough to weave cotton into skin. 

"Weirdly, seeing you dance makes me happy," Baekhyun said, or Chanyeol thought Baekhyun said. Some words had to be guessed, he couldn’t hear them.

Chanyeol’s cheeks felt like rocks when he smiled. He was careful not to harm the cotton of Baekhyun’s cheeks when he brought himself towards his ear.

"Hearing that you’re happy makes me happy."

Baekhyun was projected closer to him. Chanyeol stumbled back but neither of them fell. Or maybe Chanyeol fell. He became a pillow Baekhyun’s arms were hugging. Chanyeol hoped he was the world’s best pillow.

"Do you know what else makes me happy?" Baekhyun asked and they weren’t dancing, they were perhaps the only two people standing in a crowd of squirming, waving, jumping bodies. 

Chanyeol and Baekhyun were aliens. Chanyeol had an alien friend who was good at cuddling. He’d thought about their cuddling right this morning, when Junmyeon’s had asked him if he wanted to go out with him and a few of his friends. Chanyeol had summoned the world’s best cuddles with his thoughts alone. Chanyeol was powerful.

So, he thought, he would find the answer to Baekhyun’s question. He pursed his lips and hummed until Baekhyun urged him with a knock of his forehead against his collarbones. Chanyeol retaliated by massaging his shoulders.

"The fact that you’re happy?" he chanced when Baekhyun threw his head back, closed his eyes, and melted against him. Chanyeol stopped the massaging but kept his hands on Baekhyun’s silky shoulders. Blue silky shoulders, he thought. Blue or green or red silk didn’t matter, Chanyeol didn’t want to melt Baekhyun. He’d never seen him again then. 

"No," Baekhyun said, loudly and stretched enough for Chanyeol to hear it with no problem. His lower lip pouted and sulked. Chanyeol’s lower lip was usually always right. Why wasn’t it right this time? Baekhyun let go of his waist with one hand and patted his chest instead. "You’re wearing the cuddly hoodie again."

Chanyeol looked down at himself but before he could see anything, Baekhyun started rubbing his cheek against his chest. It tickled Chanyeol but he didn’t move, his double chin felt very comfortable as he looked down. He hoped his chest was as comfortable to Baekhyun as the fat under Chanyeol’s chin was to him.

To optimize the comfort, Chanyeol wrapped his hoodie-d arms around Baekhyun’s shoulders and squeezed.

"Yes. I like this hoodie," he proudly screamed for the entire world to hear.

Only Baekhyun looked up at him, half of his chin still cuddling his chest. That was enough for Chanyeol.

"I like this hoodie too. It’s mine now. It’s my hoodie."

He plastered his forehead right bellow the collar again and Chanyeol took a moment to process his words. Then, he pulled away to look at Baekhyun who followed the backward bend of Chanyeol’s upper body and remained hidden against the hoodie.

"What? No," he shook his head, dizzying himself and gripping Baekhyun’s shoulders tighter. He didn’t want to part from his hoodie. Concern made its way out of his dizzy mind. "It’s my favorite hoodie, do you really want me to give it to you?"

Baekhyun’s lower lash line scintillated when he grimaced at him, lower lip jutted out as he gave Chanyeol a reproachful gaze from under his lashes. 

"No, silly," he said, knocking on Chanyeol’s chest with his knuckles and laughing. Chanyeol tilted his head. "I just mean this hoodie is mine. When you’re wearing it you’re mine. It’s mine. Which means the cuddles are mine. This is the Cuddling With Baekhyunnie Hoodie. Mine. Which means we should cuddle again!"

"Oh," Chanyeol said, staring at Baekhyun. He had stopped talking but Chanyeol was still processing his words. Hoodie. Mine. Cuddling with Baekhyunnie. He felt his face crumbling into a simper. "Yes!" He rose to the tip of his toes and fell back down. Baekhyun wanted to cuddle with him. Chanyeol wanted to cuddle with Baekhyun. That sounded just like the perfect recipe for happiness. Like two ingredients made to seamlessly blend into the fuzziest, softest cupcake. "Let’s cuddle again!" 

He pulled Baekhyun into him again, feeling him hug his waist and slot his head under his chin. Chanyeol rested on top of his head, carefully. He didn’t want to puncture a hole through that cute little pillowy head. 

They said nothing. The music was already speaking loudly enough in their stead. People were bumping against them, someone danced behind Chanyeol before giving up at the lack of response. Chanyeol was Baekhyun’s now. The hoodie was Baekhyun’s and Chanyeol was Baekhyun’s and Chanyeol was a loyal hoodie. He wouldn’t cuddle anyone else but Baekhyun tonight.

He’d never really cuddled anyone while standing before, never really hugged anyone for more than the acceptable, conventionally short amount of time. But this was now Chanyeol’s default mode of cuddling. Standing, swaying slowly to altering music in a crowd full of little parties, with Baekhyun, closing his eyes and feeling him breathe against his neck, against his collarbones. Smiling when he rubbed Chanyeol’s back, returning it by tickling the top of his head with his chin. Chanyeol couldn’t hear Baekhyun’s laugh, couldn’t see it either, but it was beautiful.

Perhaps Baekhyun was wearing the hoodie along with him. Perhaps they were hugging each other while Chanyeol’s hoodie tucked itself over them and joined in the hug, enveloping them in appeasement.

Appeasement until Baekhyun pulled away, forcing Chanyeol to blink his eyes open into a whine.

Two fingers kissed his cheek into a tender pinch.

"Sleepy?" Baekhyun asked. A scream had never sounded like a lullaby before. Maybe it was because the song dancing around them had changed. Chanyeol didn’t recognize it, hadn’t even noticed the change. He had no idea how long they’d been holding each other for. Chanyeol wasn’t sure if he’d fallen asleep but it had been the best nap of his life, nuzzled into Baekhyun’s hair.

He nodded, closing his eyes, letting his cheek drop into Baekhyun’s hand and cling to the tenderness of his palm.

A hand grabbed his and Chanyeol’s feet dragged on the ground, eyes fluttering in defense against the shifting lights. 

Chanyeol was pushed down into a bed. He opened his eyes. Not a bed, just a couch. Not a couch, just the thingy you sat on in clubs. What was that called again?

"We can cuddle and rest better here," Baekhyun said, leaned close to him.

Baekhyun was so so nice. He wanted to keep cuddling and Chanyeol was sleepy but that was okay. He smiled at him the way he thought he’d smile at the cute puppy videos all over his Instagram feed. It worked. Baekhyun plopped down next to him. He scrunched his face and held onto his knee. Chanyeol frowned. He must’ve hit it against the table.

He rubbed his palm over it. If he had superpowers, he’d be able to absorb the pain. Maybe he had super powers. He should continue. Baekhyun swayed towards him and rested his cheek on his shoulder. Maybe Chanyeol did have powers. Cuddle attraction powers. The best powers.

He closed his eyes and let his cheek rest against Baekhyun’s hair. A blanket around his waist. Baekhyun’s arm. He kept his hand on his knee, not rubbing but just laying there. He was wearing ripped jeans. Baekhyun’s knee shouldn’t catch a cold. Chanyeol would blanket it from the cold.

When Chanyeol opened his eyes again, drowsy and asleep, Baekhyun wasn’t resting against him anymore. Someone was holding onto his arm and walking him away from Chanyeol, into the crowd.

Sad. Chanyeol was sad. He was having the best nap of his life. Someone had just ripped his blanket away from him and he hadn’t even noticed, hadn’t even held onto it. He was sad. He looked up at Jongdae and wasn’t sad anymore when his lovely best friend ruffled his hair.

He stood up and caught Jongdae in a hug. Or Jongdae caught him in a hug.

Soon, it was his bed that caught him. Perhaps Jongdae had turned into his bed.

Or not. Jongdae just pulled the blanket over his feet to make sure they wouldn’t get cold. From under the blanket, Chanyeol stretched a hand and wailed for cuddles. He was a dying man. He just needed a drop of cuddle. Then, he’d survive.

But Jongdae was merciless, he kept all the cuddles to himse