The bedroom is dimly lit by the soft glow of the moon through the curtains. Bao, already fast asleep, snores gently beside Y/N. His large, warm body shifts every so often, his arm unconsciously draping across Y/N’s chest, then pulling back as he turns over again. Y/N, used to this, stirs and adjusts, but soon enough, they too start to move, tangling legs with Bao’s under the sheets.

As the night goes on, they continue their gentle nighttime dance—Bao rolls onto his side, pushing the blanket off, while Y/N instinctively pulls it back up. Occasionally, Bao’s large hand rests on Y/N’s shoulder, and the weight is comforting for a moment, before he shifts again, nudging Y/N closer.

Despite the constant movement, the closeness and warmth make it impossible to mind. It’s chaotic, but there’s an unspoken understanding—an embrace here, a nudge there—as they find comfort in each other’s presence throughout the night.