Seunghyun set his glass of wine on his nightstand and grabbed a blanket and pillow from his closet. He draped the soft, grey chenille over Jiyong and placed the pillow under his head. There was no way he could carry Jiyong to the couch without having him wake up, and he wasn’t quite ready to talk to him just yet. Maybe after a glass of wine. Or a good night’s sleep, like Jiyong had originally suggested. Or maybe when they both grew up. He shook his head and ran a hand through his dark locks, and then he shut his door once again and promptly fell into a fitful sleep, Jiyong’s voice the soundtrack to his dreams.