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The continuous shuffling of bed sheets must've been the reason for Seokjin's disturbance in his slumber. His eyes fluttered open to see Namjoon on his side trying to find the perfect position but he was restless. Seokjin waited a bit, silently, to see if Namjoon would stop moving around but he never did. When Seokjin looked out the balcony, it was still dark. He quietly suppressed a yawn, only letting it out through his nose. Poor Namjoon was still rolling around in his space beside drowsy Seokjin. The elder sighs and lets his arm hook around Namjoon's arms and stomach trapping him in his limbs before scooting closer to the younger, his chest pressing to Namjoon's back. "Can't sleep?" Seokjin exhales his breath tickling the younger's nape, as he snuggled into Namjoon's warm back. "Y-Ye
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