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day 9: storm
Jungwoo is freezing cold, frigid, as he wills movement to the tips of his fingers in a desperate attempt to tug at the sheets.
Outside the wind howls, a hailstorm brewing as the harsh sound of a window shutting close reaches his ears.
All he wants is to cocoon himself from head to toe with the blanket. Already he's stolen Doyoung's end of the quilt. Heck, he's shaking. Winter is not his favorite season, not when it leaves him in chills and shivers even in thick layers of clothing.
Doyoung seems to have noticed. It's a quarter past four in the morning as he shifts closer and encases Jungwoo—can’t see his trembling ceasing—in an embrace.
Jungwoo whispers a question in raspy breaths, "Can we turn on the heater?"
But Doyoung is stubborn, slowly but definitely linking his arms together around Jungwoo as temporary resolve when he answers "No" in a whisper.
At the back of his mind, it's just an excuse to envelope Jungwoo in the comfort and warmth he emits, making up for the lack of heat.
In reality, he just refuses to bring up the rising electricity bill in the picture.