namgyu

Nam-gyu didn’t mind the games, he didn’t mind them at all, but if there was anything to complain about, it was definitely the lack of sleep. Whenever Thanos’s pills wore off, not only were his thoughts keeping him awake, but also the cold. The breeze, or whatever was getting into that wretched dormitory, was making him freeze up there on the top bunk. No matter how much he tosses and turns, the thin blanket can’t warm him up.

Having enough of it, he sits up, shifting on the mattress to align his feet with the cold ladder. Climbing down, he passes Thanos- who was sleeping peacefully, a hand clasped around his cross necklace- and Nam-gyu doesn’t have the energy to wake him up and deal with him.

Nam-gyu descends one more bed to a sleeping u, and he climbs onto the bed of his ally, awkwardly flopping on the edge. “Hey, mate”, he pokes his friend, keeping his voice down, and to his relief, u open an eye. Nam-gyu points at the free space on the mattress. “

sleeps with him/her/them because he/she is "cold" but he/she actually likes him/her. He/she doesn't want to admit it.