Night #2
He woke up as he started to shiver, blinking away his confusion and looking around taking in the foreign environment before he remembered they moved to the middle of the woods for the week. He sat up tiredly, his back complaining already from the uncomfortable position he had fallen asleep in on the old couch.
Running a hand through his messy and unstyled hair (something he was glad for because he wasn’t going to have to inhale tons of hairspray for a whole week) he turns off the old TV and heads to his shared room with Jaehyun, looking forward to hiding under his blankets and warming his freezing feet. The small man stops frozen on the doorway, blinking at the scene before him and covering his eyes while quickly and soundlessly closing the door again, afraid to see some kind of nudity he did not ask for.
He knew that Taeyong had gone into the room after Jaehyun and Taeil had understood. He really did not mind. They always need alone couple time but he assumed that as Taeil drifted off to sleep Taeyong had gone to his own bed. Taeil stood in front of the door for what seemed hours, deciding whether to quietly send Taeyong to his own bed or to leave him there and risking seeing and hearing things that he would regret for the next years of his life. With a deep breath he opens the door again, avoiding his gaze towards the tangled bodies on the bed and focuses on simply collecting his pillow and some blankets so he wouldn’t freeze to death in his sleep, deciding waking Taeyong up was too big of a crime at that hour.
He hears the sound of grinding teeth and nearly has a heart attack, instinctively looking to where the sound is coming from with wide scared eyes. Jaehyun always had that habit from the few times they had slept on the same room, scaring Taeil everytime and making him wonder, now, how it was possible for Taeyong to continue to sleep peacefully tucked in against Jaehyun’s chest. Turns out they weren’t naked like Taeil had feared, instead only snuggling close to each other, legs tangled underneath the thick blanket that Jaehyun was starting to kick off, making Taeyong whine slightly in his sleep and curl up even more against Jaehyun.
Taeil left quicker than the speed of light, afraid he would either gag or coo at the scene before him. He scratches his head as he looks at his options. He either risked himself getting pranked by Haechan the next morning, getting squashed by Johnny’s foot the next day if he slept on the floor of his room with Sicheng, getting drooled on by Chittaphon or freaked out by Yuta’s Japanese mumbles during the night.
He straightens his pillow and wraps himself with his blankets, covering his head and hoping not to get killed during the night by boogeyman. Drowsily mumbling how Taeyong owes him, his feet warm up slowly and he drifts off to sleep again.