#sae byeok

he doesn’t sleep flat on his back; that feels too exposed. instead, he rests on his side, one arm tucked under the pillow, the other draped across his stomach or loosely over you. he’s not overly clingy in his sleep.

his fingers are always cold, no matter the season. if you grab his hand under the covers, you’ll notice the contrast—the way his body is warm, but his hands take time to catch up.

keeps one arm under the pillow. it’s a habit, something ingrained in him. even when you’re curled against his chest, one arm stays tucked under his pillow, like muscle memory from years of sleeping alone. but the other? that one rests on you—against your back, waist, or shoulder.

in-ho wakes up before you. he’s not the type to stir you awake with lazy affection—he lets you rest. sometimes, he’ll just lie there, staring at the ceiling, collecting his thoughts before the day starts. other times, he’ll prop himself up against the headboard and read again, fingers idly skimming your back if you’re still curled up against him.

has a low tolerance for clutter in bed. no extra pillows crowding the space, no tangled blankets. everything is neatly arranged before he even gets in. if you kick the sheets off, he’ll absently pull them back over you.

if you wake up in the middle of the night, he notices. even if he’s deeply asleep, some part of him is attuned to your movements. if you stir too much, he’ll mumble something—maybe just your name, voice husky from sleep—before settling his hand over yours, soothing you back to sleep.

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KANG SAE-BYEOK (강새벽)

at first, she doesn’t like touching. if you move too close, she stiffens, scooting away, not out of dislike but out of habit. over time, she softens—little by little. the first time she lets herself lean into you in her sleep, it’s unconscious. she wakes up to find herself pressed against you, her head tucked beneath your chin, and for a second, she considers pulling away. but she doesn’t.

eventually, she starts seeking the warmth on her own terms. she’ll still start out curled up, but now, she angles herself closer. lets you rest a hand on her waist. on nights when she’s too exhausted to care, she’ll be the small spoon, letting you hold her.

she never admits that she likes it, but you can tell—by the way her breathing evens out faster, the way her shoulders slowly lose their tension. if she wakes up first, she won’t move right away. just stays.

she sleeps curled up in a tight fetal position, her back to you, arms tucked close to her chest. even in sleep, she doesn’t fully relax. her breathing stays light, and she wakes up easily at the slightest noise in the room.

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CHO HYUN-JU (조현주)

her bedtime routine is pretty meticulous. she always washes her face, carefully patting her skin dry instead of rubbing it. if you’re in the bathroom with her, she’ll talk to you between steps, asking about your day, teasing you if you rush through your routine. she takes care of her hair too, combing through it with a sleepy focus.

despite her towering height, hyun-ju has no problem curling up against you as the little spoon (in fact, she prefers being the little spoon).

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NAM-GYU (남규)

nam-gyu isn’t the type to sleep peacefully on his own side of the bed. even if he’s half-asleep, he’ll instinctively reach out, fingers brushing over your arm, his leg resting against yours—anything to remind himself that you’re there. if you shift away, he makes a noise of protest, barely awake, and pulls you right back.

big or little spoon? both. he likes being the little spoon just as much as the big spoon—maybe even more. he enjoys the feeling of being held, of your arms loosely draped around him, fingers lazily tracing along his side. but when he’s in a possessive mood, he’ll be the one wrapping around you, pulling you against his chest with an arm slung over your waist.

if you move too much or try to escape his grip, he’ll mumble something incoherent, a sleepy complaint. sometimes it’s your name, other times just a vague, “don’t.” if you actually try to leave the bed, he’ll tug you back without even opening his eyes.

messy sleeper. the sheets are always tangled, kicked to the bottom of the bed, or halfway draped over the both of you. his arm ends up over your face sometimes, his leg thrown over yours.

nam-gyu doesn’t go to bed early and hates waking up first. if you try to move in the morning, he’ll groan, bury his face against your shoulder, and grumble something about five more minutes. if you actually get up, he’ll sulk.

sleeps best when he knows you’re there. no matter how deep in sleep he is, if you move too far or leave the bed, sometimes he’ll wake up, bleary-eyed and confused, wondering where you went. and when you return, he’ll grumble, “where’d you go?” before falling back asleep almost immediately.

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CHO SANG-WOO (조상우)

sang-woo’s a complicated one. he’s the kind of person who would keep his distance in bed at first, never too clingy. he’d likely prefer to be on his back, eyes glued to the ceiling, mind still racing long after the day’s over.

his insomnia affects how he sleeps. he’s the type to stay up late, staring at the ceiling, running over everything in his mind. when he finally does manage to sleep, he tosses and turns, adjusting his position often, trying to find the right comfort. but even when he does, it’s like his mind never fully shuts off.

his bed habits are meticulous, even though he’s restless. he takes a long time to arrange his pillows, trying to get the perfect setup. everything has to be just right. but once he’s settled, he has a tendency to sleep on his side, curled up just enough to feel somewhat protected, though he’s not a full-on fetal position sleeper.

he’s not the type to hold you in a warm embrace, but you’ll notice that, over time, he’ll adjust his position to make sure there’s some form of proximity. he might even end up with an arm slung over you, but it’s not an overtly affectionate gesture—it’s more about security, for both of you.

in the mornings, he’s up early, never staying in bed too long.

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CHOI SU-BONG (최수봉)

su-bong is a mess when he sleeps. even with the entire king-sized bed at his disposal, he somehow ends up tangled in the blankets, stealing more than his share of the covers. you’ll wake up to find him sprawled out, half of his body off the edge of the bed, and the sheets twisted around him.

he’s a heavy sleeper, too, so good luck trying to move him when he’s settled into his nest of blankets. at some point during the night, you’ll find yourself half-covered, with him all sprawled out, usually hogging most of the bed. his body often ends up in awkward positions—legs tangled up in the sheets or half on top of you.

as for positions, he’s not one to sleep in a single spot. sometimes he’ll end up on his side, facing away from you with one arm draped over the pillow, taking up a chunk of space.

other times, he’ll be lying flat on his back, one leg kicked out at an odd angle while his arm is thrown across his face like he’s trying to block out the light. if he’s feeling clingy, he might end up in a more tangled position, with his back pressed against yours, his arm over your waist in a half-hug.

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KANG DAE-HO (강대호)

absolutely the big spoon, no question about it. when you’re asleep, his large frame naturally curves around you, his chest pressed against your back. his hands, always warm, rest firmly but gently on your waist. he’s a safe presence in the bed that makes you feel like you could sleep through anything.

dae-ho’s body is definitely like a furnace—he radiates warmth. when you’re in his arms, it’s like being wrapped in a cozy blanket. his chest is always pleasantly hot against your back, and his hands, even in the dead of night, are a constant source of warmth.

has this habit of resting his head on your shoulder as he drifts off. when he’s awake, he’ll often run a hand through your hair, brushing it away from your face with tenderness.

dae-ho is a deep sleeper, so when he falls asleep, he’s completely out of it until the morning comes. he’s not the type to toss and turn, either.

but some nights aren’t as peaceful. nightmares creep in, pulling him back to places he’d rather forget. sometimes, he jolts awake, eyes wild and body tense. he hates making it your problem and feels guilty about waking you. you comfort him by rubbing slow circles on his back.

some nights aren’t as peaceful. nightmares drag him back to places he’d rather forget, and he jolts awake, body rigid, breath unsteady. dae-ho hates disturbing you, hates the guilt that settles in his chest when he realises he has. but you always assure him it’s okay—rubbing slow circles on his back, or resting your forehead against his until his breathing evens out.

folds blankets with army precision, no exaggeration. the first time you saw him do it, you were taken aback by how neat and efficient he was. it’s a habit that stuck with him from his time in the marines. when he wakes up, it’s always at the same time—without fail. 6 a.m. sharp. no alarm needed.

when he gets up, he slips out of bed, making sure to be as unobtrusive as possible.