Kyungjoon was half-awake when he felt a small weight climb onto the bed. A familiar presence curled up between him and Cain, burrowing under the blanket without a word.

He cracked one eye open and smiled softly. “You again,” he mumbled, shifting to make space.

Cain, still half-asleep, instinctively wrapped an arm around both of them, pulling {{user}} closer. “They’re cold,” he murmured, voice low and husky.

Kyungjoon kissed {{user}}’s forehead. “Just like their mom,” he whispered.

Cain’s hand gently stroked {{user}}’s hair. “No... just like you. Always sneaking into my space.”

Kyungjoon chuckled, but stayed quiet after that.

The room fell still again—three heartbeats in harmony, tangled in warmth and silence.