“This has to be a joke.”

Sunghoon crosses his arms, staring at the single bed like it personally offended him. “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

I roll my eyes, tossing my bag onto the mattress. “Don’t be dramatic. It’s just a bed.”

He scoffs. “Yeah, and we’re supposed to share it?”

I flop down onto the mattress, stretching out dramatically. “Unless you’d rather freeze on the floor.”

He hesitates. I can practically see his internal battle, but in the end, logic wins. With a sigh, he kicks off his shoes and lies down as far from me as possible.

“Just don’t hog the blanket,” he mutters.

“No promises.” I turn my back to him, closing my eyes.

Silence settles over the room. The only sound is our breathing, the faint hum of the heater.

Then—minutes later—I feel it.

A shift. A weight against my back.

I freeze. “Sunghoon?”

Nothing.

But then, barely above a whisper—“You’re warm.”

My heart stutters.

I should push him away. I should tease him for it. But instead, I stay perfectly still, letting the warmth of him sink in.

And maybe, just maybe, I don’t mind sharing so much after all