#himdaelo: snuggles

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Heya ☺️ could you write himdaelo + snuggles. Thank you 😘

The code to Daehyun’s apartment doesn’t hold any significance, not a family members’ birthday or the day they released an album, or anything like that. Himchan punches the numbers in, gets inside, takes off his shoes and his coat. He feels his way towards the bedroom in the dark.

Ganji’s fur is stark against the dark comforter at the foot of Daehyun’s bed, the TV on the wall making the shadows dance. Himchan scratches behind Ganji’s ear as he tries to make out who’s who on the bed.

“He’s been asleep since you hung up the phone,” Junhong mutters, shifts so Himchan can see where he’s got a leg hooked around Daehyun’s hip under the blanket, his head on his chest.

Himchan sheds his shirt and pants, and climbs up on the bed, gracelessly, and tucks himself under the covers. Daehyun groans when he feels cold feet against his leg, almost rolling away if Junhong wasn’t half on top of him, and Himchan opts for pushing his bangs away from his forehead and soothing the irritated wrinkle between his brows.

“I haven’t finished watching this drama yet. Daehyun hyung said it wasn’t going to drag, but now look,” Junhong says under his breath, lidded eyes on the television.

“I’ll finish watching it with you,” Himchan shrugs, though he’s hoping Junhong will nod off before then, looks like he needs it.

Daehyun snorts, chokes, coughs and turns towards Himchan, dislodging Junhong effectively.

“Come over here, I’ll move him towards the wall.”

Himchan gets a knee to the stomach as Junhong climbs over them and Daehyun fusses, half-asleep when he’s pushed over, cracking one eye open to glare at Himchan before grunting, and shuffling closer.

Junhong gets one of his legs locked between his and snakes his arms around Himchan’s own, face in his neck. He should’ve turned the TV off and closed the door, at least the television is set to turn off after sometime.

“G’night, hyung,” Junhong mumbles.

Himchan swallows and watches the shadows morph and shift on the ceiling, getting drowsy, feeling Junhong’s heart beating steadily against his arm and Daehyun’s breath against his neck.

His days are inconsistent, but his nights consist of this in variations.