[11:14pm] it was cold. It felt like negative 200 Celsius. Nothing passed through your mind other than the word cold. Which, of course, was when you felt non-idolboyfriend!Jeno’s large warm arm wrap around your body, pulling you towards him as his smell surrounds you. You absorb his scent; he smells like warm cotton – perfect for the snowy day.
“Can’t sleep?” Jeno asks, carefully wrapping you in a blanket, bringing you even closer to his body.
“Cold” you were physically shaking, and you hear him chuckle.
Instincts taking over, you start playing with his fingers – intertwining them and then releasing, feeling each other’s nails and fingertips. Staring into a void absorbed in each other and plain talking, you two share each other about your day; you talk about your friends and your professors overloading you with more homework (calling them Satan’s helpers) and Jeno tells you about how his classes went.
It was perfect, you two were in the moment, not caring about anything or everything, absorbing each other’s presence; you two talk more with each other until his deep soothing voice and the rise and fall of his chest puts you to sleep.
He then rolls you to your side and puts his arm around you, pulling you in him until you both are one entity falling asleep.