"I'm cold. Come closer."
It's been a long while since he accumulated some good night's rest, one of the few things that he had concluded is the fact that his bed is too big for his own and he can't quite figure himself out at times where things are getting out of hand inside his head. His thoughts are the sole reason why he's always awake and that is probably why he had a good night's rest the night before he finds himself against a warm spreed sheets that smells exactly like mint and honey combined. It feels nice, being enveloped with a soft caress along his spine with a gentle stroke of fingers tracing something like a word or two and Chanyeol can't even bring himself to pull away from the hold that makes him feel like he's in his own dreams in which reality doesn't seem to matter anymore.
He seems to slowly wake himself up by the harsh ray of sunshine cross his face, not to mention the things that are too noisy in his ears and the disheveled sheets along his legs are cold, freezing by the sullen winter air that slips through the curtains of the small apartment. It isn't his home, no, there's no Cho, his faithful dog, there's no mornings where he's woken up by a jump on his lap when it's time to walk the said dog out, there's no 'good morning' from the neighbor who he finds too old for gardening, and there's no cars to check, there's only him and that someone against his chest.
❝Red?❞
"I'm cold. Come closer." still a demanding brat even when he's asleep, he thinks with a playful roll of his eyes by the comment. He didn't hesitate though, over the past few days that he'd grown to know the other, he also knew one thing, that he's a little over protective to the latter--maybe because he saw how he could be as vulnerable as a little kid at times and so he shifts closer, a palm rubbing the length of his back until it settles on the small of its expanse, thumb gingerly caressing his skin as he lets his eyes fall shut once again.
❝Sweet dreams, little Red. You deserve to rest well.❞