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joon
I’m cold
hobiok
Should I turn the heater more
joon
come?
Hoseoks answer doesn’t come straight away (it always does) he’s about to turn off the light and go to sleep when there’s a soft knock on the door.
“Come in” the door opens slowly. Hoseok stands there with his arms falling to his sides, for the first time he’s been here six months, looking awkward. It was usually Namjoon who wouldn’t know what to do when Hoseok would play with his fingers while they watched a movie, who would freeze when Hoseok whispered something in his ear about Jimin blushing when Taehyung got too close to him. It feels oddly refreshing being on the other receiving end.
“Just come here Hobi”
Hoseok is warm. All of them can control their body temperature (this Namjoon knows) so maybe that’s his excuse to always reach for Hoseoks forearms; when it’s hot they are always fresh. He climbs slowly and lies down beside him, their shoulders a few inches apart.
“Is the temperature okay?”
“Yes, it is” he mutters a thanks and turns to look at him, he can already feel himself slipping “how ’you do it?” he yawns, probably scooting just a little a little closer to the older.
“The temperature? Dunno, I just do it.” He just slightly nods. He’s got too many questions that he knows are pointless. He is a human and Hoseok was handmade for him, he was made to make Namjoon feel this way, to feel in love. Hoseok is here as a companion and that is what’s he’s doing. So he just braves it and cuddles on Hoseoks chest; rests his head on his neck and his arms on his stomach, the other just laughs whispering go to sleep
“I didn’t know you had a heartbeat” he wants to sound casual, but it comes out squeaky and too loud for his own ears.
“I’m a robot joonie, not dead” He can feel him pouting.
“Guess you’re just like me”
“Guess I am.” In the silence, he can hear a soft rattle outside (weather always windy and cold) and the whizzing from the tv in the olders room next door (“police department commands all people from area seventy four to seventy eight, to evacuate as soon as possible due the highs levels of winds an-“ he just hums closer to Hoseok.
“I’m too big to be cuddling you, If I’m honest” He can feel Hoseoks laugh, his ribcage trembles and for a moment it shakes Namjoons arms too, the older maybe even holds him a little closer (a little tighter) He just lets the others arms rest comfortable on his neck.
“You are just too big in general” Namjoon squeaks
“To add to your data, I am an average Korean man.” Hoseok laughs again.
The other shakes his head “I like it that way though,” Namjoon knows.