It starts off with doojoon first, the group had just moved into their recently new dorm a couple of months ago while it was currently winter. The cold weather had coated every single area with a blanket of snow as the leaves were stripped off the branches; it got darker quicker ushering everyone back inside their homes where it was warm and bright.

Three weeks into the coldness and the radiator had broken down, more specifically the one in doojoon and hyunseungs room. Their new dorm had three bedrooms to which the members decided upon sharing by playing ‘rock paper scissors ‘in the end junhyung was with dongwoon, yoseob with kikwang and finally the oldest two together.

 

The guy who was supposed to fix their radiator couldn’t make it until the end of the week, it was Tuesday already and doojoon knew that he wouldn’t survive that long.
The next option was to simply buy an electric heater however doojoon immediately declined saying that they’ve already been using up way too much electricity all ready (there was six of them of course) this ended up with yoseob muttering how cheap he was before fleeing from doojoon’s slipper.

The sun had melted away into the dark sky hours ago; everyone had retreated back into their respected rooms while doojoon remained sat on his chair. He was overlooking the magazine in front of him both of his hand cradling the mug of coffee, before bringing the mug up to his lips the cold coffee had reminded him that it was no longer warm.

Doojoon sighed as he finally stood up and walked over to the sink dumping the rest of the contents the down the drain. Seeing as it was 11:52pm from the microwave he made his way to the bedroom where his room felt like the inside the freezer, shuffling under the duvet he turned to his side to see hyunseung’s doe eyes staring back at him.

 

“H-holy crap don’t do that seung!”

“Don’t do what?”

“Never mi—wait why are you in my bed?”

Hyunseungs eyes darted at a random place in the room, “sorry, it was way too cold in my bed and your duvet looked fluffy and warm so I kinda just slipped in? If you want I’ll just go back to my own.” As he was about to sit up doojoon spoke up.

“It’s okay I don’t mind you staying in my bed just don’t surprise me next time.” The tips of hyunseungs lips curled up, he shuffled back to his original spot with his hair spreading out across the canvas of the beige pillow. From doojoon’s point of view he thought his heart stopped beating for a moment, yeah there were multiple times where he would sometimes just stop and stare at the other but it wasn’t fault.

Hyunseung was pretty.

No he is pretty; hell hyunseung even had his own group of fanboys that could rival snsd.

 

After all he couldn’t blame them for falling for hyunseung with his bright doe eyes, milky smooth skin and who could forget his perfect cheekbones. Hyunseung is definitely pretty but he would never tell him that unless he wanted to be beaten up by the other hyunseung detested being called pretty he preferred to be called handsome instead.

Doojoon yelped out loud startled and confused he realised that hyunseung had crashed his train of thoughts by pinching his nose, both of his hands were clamped over his injured nose before his eyes resembled as slits.

“What the hell was that for?!”

“You were starting to freak me out, I’ve been calling you for five minutes but you were just staring at me” hyunseung shuddered it was almost like doojoon was one of those creepy mannequins for a moment.

“Well sorry I guess.” He apologized rubbing his nose slightly.

“What were you thinking about anyway?”

“Ah, it’s nothing really. Don’t worry about it.”

Hyunseung paused for a moment carefully examining doojoon’s face in front of him.

 

“You know, you don’t always have to carry the entire burden by yourself just because you’re the leader. You can always talk to me about it.”

 

Doojoon couldn’t help but laugh loudly at that fact that hyunseung mistook his silence for him having responsibility issues as a leader. It was cute yet nice to know (or he already knew) that he can depend on hyunseung for whenever things get a bit too much for himself to handle alone.
 

“You’re really freaking me out tonight.”
 

After doojoon had cleared out all his laughter from his chest a he exhaled deeply, he could already feel himself being taken over by drowsiness. Lying on his back staring up at the white bland ceiling above him, his narrow eyes slowly fluttering like butterfly wings before fully closing.

“Just sleep seung.”

Hyunseung watched as doojoon’s breathing slowed down signalling that he was slowly drifting off to sleep. ‘And I’m the weird one’ it wasn’t long until his own breathing pattern soon mimicked the others as he silently dreamed away.

 

He was awake.

He waited for a few minutes letting his eyes adjust them in the dark, tilting his head to the side he was met with angry red numbers glaring back at him; it was 4:38am. Doojoon had about four hours more until he had to awake up deciding to change his sleeping position so he could get back to sleep something it hit him. The room wasn’t as freezing as it always was.
More likely it was weirdly warm especially near his chest, looking down doojoon found out why it was so warm.

Hyunseung was practically draped over him; his chest was pressed against his side.
If he were to move anymore closer hyunseung would’ve been on top of him, gusts of warm air were gently hitting his chest while hyunseungs arm was reached out across his fingertips were almost touching doojoon’s ears.

As much as doojoon appreciated hyunseung being his radiator he did need some space too, slowly moving hyunseungs arm to his side, he pushed himself further away from the youngest giving space between them. Finally with that settled doojoon could get back to sleep or that’s what he thought. Remarkably hyunseung had reattached himself onto doojoon his arm curled around doojoon’s torso along with his leg tangling between his own.

“Vanilla.”

 

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, what on earth was hyunseung dreaming about? Doojoon watched as hyunseung burried his nose deeper into his chest faintly mumbling words which he could only catch a few of them being ‘smell nice’, ‘ice cream’ and ‘want’. Instead of trying to piece together the riddle of hyunseungs mysterious ways, he let one of his own arms bind around the hyunseungs back pulling him closer to him whilst doojoon’s other arm was used as an extra pillow for the back of his head.

 

 

He couldn’t lie he was pretty damn comfortable and warm like this.

 

 

There was constant snickering around him and doojoon was so close to demolishing whoever disturbed his sleep, his eyes shot open once he heard a camera shutter go off.

“Crap I forgot about the shutter sound.”

Doojoon was now awake and ready to throttle kikwang and yoseob across him. The other two were to busy giggling over the picture they took on yoseobs phone oblivious to the anger resonating around doojoon.

“Looks like you guys had a nice sleep ~.”

“Yoseob I swear to god, also why are you two here?”

This time kikwang spoke, “we’re hungry and it’s your turn to make breakfast.”

“What am I your dad? Go make it yourselves.” Doojoon rolled his eyes before he brought the duvet up covering his head expecting the conversation to be over.
there was no way he was going to move from his bed any time soon unfortunately that didn’t last long as the constant bickering between doojoon and the duo woke hyunseung up to which he shoved doojoon out of bed telling him to ‘just go and feed the kids already’ before greedily wrapping himself up in doojoon’s duvet.

 

 

Maybe doojoon could be hyunseungs radiator just so he could drown himself in the others scent.

 

 

 

The rest of them had just finished their rehearsal on stage and were now relaxing in their dresser room until it was time for them to perform again properly with the audience and cameras rolling.
It’ll be another hour or so until they get back on so the members had occupied themselves for a while; kikwang was sat in front of with the mirror as the stylists made sure every strand of his hair was placed perfectly, doojoon was busy talking to one of the staff members about their upcoming performance, dongwoon and junhyung had engaged themselves into watching some random show on tv chatting to each other about it every once in a while leaving hyunseung lounging on one couch reading some random fashion magazine he had found on the table.

 

It didn’t take too long until he was interrupted.

 

A bundle of black hair had blocked his vision from his magazine, “what’re you reading hyung?” yoseob took an even closer look at hyunseungs magazine if that was even possible. Without letting hyunseung protest yoseob had already made himself comfortable in the others lap.

“Just why”

“Because I want to know what the magazine is about.” Yoseob observed the flashy yet stylish images that were spread out on the page.

“No, I mean why you are sitting on my lap when there are clearly two empty spaces next to me.”

Yoseob looked over to his right to see that he was right about the empty spaces besides them before returning back to look at the magazine.

“Nah, I’d prefer to sit here instead.”

Hyunseung groaned he really wasn’t in the mood to pester the other off his lap so he might as well make himself comfortable since they still had some time until they go back on stage again. Yoseob was now holding the magazine for him and hyunseung to see voicing his opinion on every look in the magazine. Some of the comments had managed to make hyunseung burst into fits of giggles over yoseobs exaggeration; he couldn’t help but agree that some of the clothes did look ridiculous.

Once they had finished looking through the magazine yoseob perked up remembering something that he wanted to show hyunseung earlier on, scrambling through his pocket he took out his iPod and gave hyunseung one of the ear buds.

 

“Seung you should listen to this song I’d thought you like it.”

Hyunseung had popped the ear bud in his ear as he listened to the song that was playing on yoseobs IPod; he was instantly captured by the harmonious sounds of violins that were contrasted against a soft yet steady beat which led him on until the singers voice had made its path flowing well with the melodious beat.

Captivated by the tuneful song without him knowing hyunseung had his arms closed around yoseobs waist as he leaned forward his chest meeting the others back, the youngest soon began to sing along with the song.

It was like hyunseung was the pirate and yoseob was the sinful yet enchanting siren, he was about to crash without a care at this point. He let his head rest against the top of the others shoulder his fringe hanging like curtains covering his eyes hyunseung was now long gone from the world.

“What do you think about it seung? Did you like it?” yoseob asked as the song had ended a few minutes ago.

However he was only met with silence from hyunseung apart from the background noise of the rest of the members. Confused he called out to him again only to be answered with nothing; he gently nudged hyunseungs side with his elbow only for the eldest to whine in protest before he nuzzled his face further into yoseobs hair.

“I guess seung must’ve fallen asleep?” He mumbled quietly to himself.

“Seobie hyung have yo-“

Yoseob quickly hushed the maknae pointing at hyunseung sleeping behind him.

“Seung hyung is asleep?”

“Yeah seungie must’ve been really tired.” The smallest of the three gently patted hyunseungs head.

In the end hyunseung ended up sleeping like a koala attached to yoseob for the next thirty minutes, whenever the others were being too loud he would immediately shush them informing that hyunseung needed his sleep.

 

“Wake seung up we need to go now.” Doojoon instructed fixing his sideburns in front of the mirror.

Junhyung scoffed at the leader before reaching for his water bottle on the table, around them the members and the staff were bustling around doing last minute checkups to be sure that everything was ready for them.

After managing to free himself from hyunseungs hug yoseob got up and gently shook the eldest awake.

“Hyung seung hyuuuuung~”

“Seungie hyung we need to go now”

With his doe eyes finally open and aware of where they were, yoseob assisted his hyung off the sofa guiding him along with his hand firmly gripping the others wrist.

“We’re heading off to perform now, okay?”

Hyunseung nodded following behind the other, the rest were ahead as they were pacing quickly to catch the elevator at the end of the hall. Even though he still felt a bit drowsy from his nap he could still remember yoseobs soothing voice replaying again in his head like a lullaby.

Finally with all of them crowded together in the elevator idly chatting over something which he wasn’t paying attention to yoseobs grasp had s down to fill the empty space between his fingers squeezing their palms together (he had forgotten that yoseobs was still holding onto him) he looked at the other who was smiling brightly through his eyes and enchanting smile.

Hyunseung returned the other a bright smile along with another squeeze of their hands, the doors finally opened as they all exited and headed towards their stage.

 

He chuckled as he noticed how yoseob was acting like a hyung when he was supposed to be the one looking after the youngest and not the other way around; this was what hyunseung liked about yoseob. The youngest was always so caring as he watched over his hyungs and dongsaengs constantly, he would always put other first before himself.

 

 

Maybe yoseob could be hyunseungs hyung every once in a while just so he could sing to him more.

 

 

 

What hyunseung liked about kikwang was that they had a lot in common whether it was dancing, fashion interests or whatever the both of them would always discuss or do it together.It was the weekend and they had nothing to do, therefore the both of them had opted in baking for change.

They weren’t exactly one of the best cooks in the world but it was worth the try for both of them to do something new, during this moment kikwang and hyunseung were scavenging around the kitchen cabinets down to the freezer to find out if they could make something with whatever they had.

Unfortunately their options were very limited as none of them had the time to actually go out and do grocery shopping. They group often ordered take out or ate the food that was given by their fans or relatives.

 

“We don’t even have enough to make bread.” Kikwang grumbled, searching further back inside the cabinet past the snacks and tin cans. Hyunseung had managed to find two and half of tub of ice cream, whip cream, kit kat bars, packet of oreos and milk.

Kikwang’s eyes raked over the range of products on the kitchen table with hyunseung pondering over their choices, an imaginary light bulb suddenly appeared above his head.

“Seung lets make Oreo milkshake!”

“Ah, I was just gonna say that we could have Neapolitan ice cream with whip cream and maybe with some kit kat chunks on top.”

“Oh my god that sounds like heaven.”

“Let’s get to it then!”

 

Kikwang had went and found the blender as hyunseung scooped up a few vanilla scoops dropping them inside, next he had dropped roughly a handful of oreo’s right before kikwang poured in a generous amount of milk.
 Kikwang and hyunseung watched as the milk completely devoured the vanilla ice cream and oreos inside and the youngest swore he could already taste the oreo milkshake in his mouth.

Once the blender was switched on the chaotic noise of the blending pierced through the air normally they would’ve been  annoyed by the irritating noise but the both were enchanted from watching the process of their beloved oreo milkshake developing before their eyes, after hyunseung made sure that it was blended enough he poured a small amount into the glass.

 

And the oreo milkshake tasted like pure heaven, as if his taste buds were blessed by the cold sweetness.

 

Hyunseung moaned happily at the taste before handing over the glass to kikwang to which he gladly gulped down and mirrored hyunseungs reaction. The both of them grinned, satisfied with their creation pouring the oreo milkshake into two glasses.

“Seung, you can go and find us something to watch while I prepare the ice cream.”

“Huh? Are you sure?”

“Yeah I’ll be over in just a few minutes”

Without commenting any further hyunseung left kikwang in the kitchen as he brought both of their milkshakes into the living room, plopping down on the sofa he was set on finding something good for the both of them to watch while they can consume their dessert.

 

Kikwang decided on taking a medium sized bowl for the both to share together as he filled up with multiple scoops of ice cream leaving almost nothing left, grabbing the whip cream can he shook the it before drawing a large spiral on top of the ice cream ending with a little tip in the centre.
For the finishing touch he took the kit kat bar quickly snapping them up into smaller pieces as he sprinkled them on top of the whip cream.

 

It was definitely a sight to be seen.

 

Grinning at his masterpiece he picked up the bowl along with two spoons for him and hyunseung he walked over into the living room where he found the other sat on the sofa covered with a thin blanket with both of their milkshakes left on top of the table.

He quickly made his way and took his spot next to hyunseung who gladly welcomed him by making sure that the blanket covered the both of them.

“It looks amazing kwangie.”

“Of course it does it was made by me after all.” Kikwang proudly stated.

 Hyunseung rolled his eyes playfully shoving kikwang to the side; taking a scoop of the cold treat he brought it up to hyunseungs lips as the eldest gladly accepted.

“It tastes so good, I love this so much.”

Kikwang was practically beaming in his seat with the compliment his pride showing through his signature eye smile, if it was possible kikwang could light up the whole place like a disco ball.
The eldest scooped up a bit and brought it up to kikwang’s lips as he savoured the sweetness of the ice cream and whip cream clashed together sweetly.

“What are we watching anyway?”

“Oh, I hope you don’t mind there wasn’t anything interesting to watch so I just left it at sailor moon.”

“I haven’t watched this in ages.”

Hyunseung turned to kikwang, “You used to watch sailor moon?”

Kikwang shovelled another scoop into his mouth before he shuffled closer to hyunseung.

“Yeah now hush this is my favourite part.” Hyunseung shook his head as kikwang narrated throughout the episode, informing him on the characters and powers also dropping spoilers every once in a while (much to hyunseungs distaste), he felt like kikwang was literally spoiling absolutely everything about it and it was surprisingly surreal for someone like kikwang to watch sailor moon or perhaps not.

 

With both of their stomachs filled to the brim from their delicious treat the duo were still huddled close under the thin blanket mindlessly watching tv, sailor moon ended an hour ago as another show was up next  however neither kikwang or hyunseung were actually paying attention to what it was.

“Ah~ I’m so full right now.”

“We should do this every month.” Hyunseung suggested looking at the empty bowl and glasses cluttered upon the table; junhyung was certainly going to nag at them later on for making a mess on the table.

“Definitely.”

Kikwang leaned back into the sofa rubbing his hand over his stomach. “Now I’m gonna have to go gym and burn all this off.” He groaned out loud as he brought his head back facing the ceiling.

Hyunseung laughed at kikwang’s despair, he honestly never felt so full in so long it was rare for him to eat something like this since he had always strictly stuck to his diet carefully keeping himself on check on whatever he ate. He had been told by other people that he was already slim enough, he knew that already but he just wanted to make sure that he’d been taking in all the right stuff just to be sure.

A yawn escaped his lips he could already feel the tiredness taking over his eyes, struggling to keep them open focusing on the show but it was difficult for hyunseung at the moment. He let his head drop against the side of kikwang’s neck lazily placing his arm over the youngest stomach, his breathing slowed down and before he knew it he was out like a light.

Kikwang adjusted himself to make sure the other was comfortable, he brought his arm around over hyunseungs broad shoulders, he looked down to see hyunseung sleeping soundly.

He had honestly thought that hyunseung was a girl for a moment, but quickly shook that image realising that it wasn’t it brought him back to the time where he told the others that he wanted to marry a girl as pretty as hyunseung.

He noticed there was a bit of whip cream at the corner hyunseungs lip without thinking he brought his hand that was resting on the others arm over to the white cream, picking it up with his index finger he brought his face over across hyunseung’s, he could feel the puffs of warm air against the side of his cheek as he leaned closer to taste the cream on his finger.His lips were almost brushing the ends of hyunseungs if someone were to walk in and see the position that h—

 

“We’re back!”                            

 

Kikwang jolted up in his seat at the sudden interruption and quickly reverted back to his original position ignoring his cheeks harshly burning up from realising what he had just done (he luckily got to taste the whip cream though) in came dongwoon followed by yoseob.

“You guys ate ice cream without us.” The maknae whined seeing the empty bowl on the table.

“You better not have finished all the ic— no way you had milkshakes too, I want milkshake!”

Kikwang didn’t want to deal with him bickering with the other two at the moment he was envious on how quickly hyunseung had already fallen asleep on him.

“You better wash all that up and don’t forget to tidy up the kitchen.” Junhyung bellowed.

This was getting ridiculous, kikwang was only one person and not to mention he didn’t have the energy to do anything right now but just sleep.

After dongwoon and yoseob had left kikwang to scour the kitchen for ice cream, he was finally left alone with hyunseung; he let out a sigh noticing the mess in front of him the leftover bits of ice cream were already starting to set in.

Ignoring the stained dishes he looked back up at the tv as the news was currently showing, the side of his cheek was pressed against the top of hyunseungs head letting the strands of hair tickle his face; the scent of the others shampoo lingering among him.

 

The arms that were around his middle tightened as hyunseung scooted closer to him.

 

 

Maybe kikwang could try out making desserts or food more often for hyunseung just so he could taste them.