Every morning you woke up in Choi Seungcheol's arms, you would call it nothing short of a roller coaster ride.
He was a bit of a hugger, and every morning you would wake up with very limited movement, his arms murderously tight around you, face buried in your neck, breath unbearably warm and wet on your skin. Sometimes he'd drool a bit, which only made it worse.
His snores were soft, almost controlled,Ā but sometimes he'd startle you awake with a particularly loud one, and you had to bite your lip hard to keep from laughing.
His feet were always cold, and he seemed to constantly be looking to rob you of your warmth in his sleep, which you found obnoxious, because he did it while he was awake too and you hoped for at least a little break from that when you were asleep and he wouldnt be thinking about it.
It wasn't uncommon to wake up to incoherent things being mumbled in your ear, or feel him against you entirely too tightly, practically compressing the air out of you.Ā He didn't wear too many clothes when he slept either. He considered it completely normal to sleep in just a pair of socks and some underwear, maybe a big shirt too, but you found it incredibly uncomfortable to be pressed up entirely against a whole, large body of nothing but cold, hard muscle as you slept.
Sometimes, he would wake up before you, but only to wake you up and go back to sleep. He had to be at work earlier than you, and you knew it was a habit of his, to get someone to wake the rest of the members, but at your apartment, there was no-one to wake. You weren't much of a morning person, and to be quite honest he was lucky to avoid a smack when he woke you up at 4 in the morning for no reason.
He always woke you when he climbed in the bed late, and got so flustered that his cheeks would go the color of a strawberry and heād keep you up another hour, half awake to continuously apologize and brush his hair, still drying after the shower he always took before bed from his face in a way that was so intoxicatingly beautiful you couldnāt look away- so you learned to just pretend you were asleep if you wanted to wake up in time for work the next day.
He slept like a log, never moving and god it was hard to wake him up. He was cold, he was loud, he was heavy and he was strong and he was more cuddly than his exterior appearance would suggest. He had horrible sleeping habits and he was almost unbearably horrible to sleep beside, but you wouldn't have it any other way.
