kim jongin x reader
wc - 1.6k // rated M for sexual themes.
author - admin C, gif not mine.
No matter how tightly he wrapped his comforter around himself; pressing his face into the worn material of the second blanket he had stolen from the living room couch, Jongin couldn’t escape the bone-chilling draft leaking from the window above his bed from shoving its icy fingers down his shirt. He had not one, but two pairs of socks on his feet, peaceful sleep not even being considered without them being pulled on and tucked securely under his flannel pajama bottoms. At quarter to three in the morning, he expected himself to be in a deep sleep, as you had been in for hours. Jongin snuck a peek at you, soundly asleep next to him.
After another Harry Potter marathon, watching until you both reached for a bottle of eye drops, Jongin insisted that you stay the night, deeming your droopy eyelids a danger to all others that would be unfortunate enough to be sharing the road with you. With a lot of whining, you begrudgingly indulged him.