Jihoon's POV

Most of the time, Seungcheol hyung is sleeping without any shirts on, also known as being shirtless, like when Seungkwan woke him up in Seventeen Project. What I really like to do is sneaking into his blanket when I just arrived at home from my studio, and back hugging him because he feels so good and warm. At times, if Seungcheol hyung wakes up because of my freezing palms or anything else, he would turn around and pull me into his broad chest, running his slender fingers along my pink hair soothingly and warming me up. It feels like heaven, and how I wish time to stop whenever Seungcheol hyung cradles me in his protective arms while I am trying to hide my strawberry-like cheeks on his bare chest. How I wish to admire his angelic sleeping face every night, hoping the morning would not come so fast.

"Jihoon? Not sleeping yet?" Seungcheol hyung's voice croaks as I look up, to be greeted by his half-asleep face. I simply shake my head.

"You need to sleep." I could hear an audible soft whimper escapes from hyung's lips.

I shake my head once again. "I would rather spend my night looking at you sleeping."

My statement catches hyung off guard, and I can see something pinkish creeping on his cheeks.

I lean up to plant a light peck on Seungcheol hyung's chin. "Your body is too irresistable as well, how to distract myself and sleep peacefully in your arms." I say while sliding a palm on his chest, completely