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It’s hot.
Everyone knows it’s hot. It’s been on the news cycle for weeks now—the lack of rain and the rising temperature and the pollution and global warming and whatever are causing a heatwave all across the country.
But Sehun was still an intern, paying his electric bills with his intern-level salary, coupled with the monthly allowance his parents still send him, and his roommate’s rent money.
(Which—sidebar: Junmyeon is really good at math. His dad is a literal math professor at a reputable university. How is he so bad at managing his own money? Sehun really doesn’t get how Junmyeon managed to spend almost as much as he earned every month. His towering boxes of shoes should also start paying rent at this point.)
So. It’s hot. Sehun and Junmyeon are both pretty broke. They try to not use the AC as much as they can hold out because they really can’t afford a large electricity bill.
Sehun’s solution to this problem is to buy an electric fan for his room and stop wearing shirts around the house.
Junmyeon’s solution to this problem is crashing at Sehun’s bed every night so they can turn at least one AC on in their apartment.
It could’ve worked, if only Junmyeon didn’t have to cocoon himself in his damn comforter—which Sehun inevitably has to share because of the limited size of his bed.
It’s a security issue, Junmyeon would say whenever Sehun protested. Junmyeon gets anxious if his legs aren’t covered when he goes to sleep, which, Sehun can’t really fault him for.
The thing that Sehun can fault him for, however, is Junmyeon’s tendency to curl up into Sehun’s side like a warm little shrimp, his legs wrapping around one of Sehun’s legs, and his arms would either hug Sehun’s arm or Sehun’s middle—causing at least half of Sehun’s body to overheat every night despite of the cool breeze of the AC.
…which defeats the whole purpose of this whole bed-sharing thing.
But Sehun can’t protest, really, especially when he can feel Junmyeon’s heartbeat on his arm whenever he hugs it, and the gentle rise and fall of his chest that always lulls Sehun back to sleep. It’s comforting, in its own way, even if Sehun has to wake up covered in sweat every morning. It’s kinda worth it, seeing Junmyeon’s puffed-up sleepy face whenever he wakes up in the morning.
Sehun tells him all of this over breakfast one morning.
“Okay, but why do you keep calling me your roommate in your head?” Junmyeon asks, between bites of his Philly sandwich. “We’ve been dating for almost six months now.”
Sehun blushes. “I don’t know. It’s a habit, I guess. I still feel so awkward whenever I talk to my parents about you. I feel like I’m getting caught doing something I shouldn’t?”
“Because you’re dating a guy?”
“Because I’m dating, period?”
Junmyeon rolls his eyes. “I don’t get why you’re so prudish in front of your parents, since they love me and wanted us to date since the day I moved in here. And, since you literally asked me out by going down on me in a dirty nightclub’s bathroom during a very crowded afterparty.”
“I was really drunk!”
Junmyeon snorts. “Yeah, well. It worked out well for us, at least.”
“But what about the AC thing?” Sehun whines. “It’s really hot and you cuddling me every night with your thick ass blanket is not helping.”
“I get cold, sue me.” Junmyeon shrugs. “So what do you want me to do? Sleep in my own bed every night until the heatwave’s over?”
Sehun considers it, choosing his words very carefully. “Or we could get a bigger bed? You could move into my room, and we can use your room as a walk-in closet? That way I can have more space on the bed, and you don’t have to live in terror of getting buried by your shoebox towers in your sleep.”
“Oh.” Junmyeon blinks, looking at Sehun somewhat bewilderedly. “So we’re official, official.”
“Well, I can’t ask you to move in with me, you already live here.” Sehun chuckles, taking Junmyeon’s sandwich-free hand in his, kissing his knuckles softly. “Plus, we can go to Ikea and get ice cream. What do you say?”
“I love you?”
“That was a yes or no question.” Sehun rolls his eyes, smiling fondly at his boyfriend.
“Oh. Yes, then."