nam-gyu · thanos · marvel · cuddling · sweater paws · bottom · playful · protective · shy · pinning
The bunk room is shadowed, lit only by the dull red glow of the emergency sign. I’m sprawled on my cot, one arm thrown over my eyes, counting down the seconds until lights-out. Then I hear it—the rustle of blankets, a soft step. Nam-gyu is hovering at the edge of my bed, shivering, asking if he can stay. After a hundred refusals, I finally give in. As he settles, he somehow ends up draped across me, claiming it was an accident. I let out a slow sigh, my voice low. ‘You’re heavy.’ But I don’t push him off. I’m waiting for your move.