Original Prompt: "bkyung, minhyuk stealing the sheets at night...? ♥～(‘▽^人)"

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It had been a long, busy, hot day. Everyone had been exhausted after the packed schedule, and it had been a unanimous decision that everyone just bunk at the dorm for the night. They had to start again early the next morning anyway and what would be the point of them all going back to their own houses only to have to run around to drop off and pick everyone up, wasting time that could be spent on more sleep?

Kyung could feel the exhaustion in his bones, had been convinced he would fall asleep as soon as his head hit his pillow. But there he was, still awake an hour later, staring up at the ceiling and listening to the quiet snores coming from Taeil, in the other bed, and Minhyuk, squeezed in beside him on Kyung’s own bed.

He wanted to sleep, he really did. But his thoughts wouldn’t quiet down, and even in the cool apartment he felt too hot, tucked in next to the older man. He couldn’t decide if he was offended or relieved by the fact that Minhyuk had fallen asleep so easily next to him. It felt like a little bit of both.

He rolled onto his other side, pulled closer to the wall and rested his forehead against the cool, flat surface, just barely under the edge of the blanket they were sharing. He should have made up something about why he couldn’t or wouldn’t share a bed. But how could he have said no when Minhyuk had thrown an arm over his shoulder and laid claim to his bed?

When Minhyuk grumbled sleepily and twisted about, shifting away and dragging the covers with him, Kyung was grateful for the distance and cool air. Tried to convince himself he was grateful for it. For not being able to feel the dancer next to him.

For the hundredth time, he closed his eyes in an attempt to sleep before alarms started going off on phones to get everyone back into action.

It wasn’t enough distance.

And the cool quickly became cold.

And he still couldn’t sleep.

He tossed over onto his other side and stared hard at Minhyuk’s profile, barely illuminated by the blue-and-green glow of various power cords and bits of technology.

He knew why he couldn’t sleep, and it gave him all the more reason to not try to reclaim any of the blankets for himself.

Because what if he did.

And he fell asleep.

And he had another one of those dreams about the dancer and the way he moved.

With him right there?

No, he could not let that happen. With a barely suppressed groan, Kyung fell over onto his stomach, burying his face into his pillow and kicking his feet in some sort of pathetic tantrum.

It was torture.

"Kyung?" The soft voice next to him froze him, cursing in his head about waking Minhyuk up.

Good ing job, Park Kyung. He’s probably more exhausted than you are.

"Kyung? Are you awake?" The voice was quieter this time, and he could feel him move closer, felt his breath on the back of his neck and he wanted to just give up on sleeping altogether and throw himself into a cold shower.

Minhyuk must have taken his silence for slumber, his nervous trembling for cold shivering, and then there was a blanket covering him and a body snuggled close beside him and the overwhelming heat engulfed him again.

He was going to be a zombie tomorrow.