feels like insomnia
feels like insomnia
taecyeon/chansung
PG-13 ; fluff?
1,086 words
a/n: been working on this one for a while. it's 4:19 in the morning and i finally finished it. i'm too tired to read over it so i'm just posting it and idc.
It started about two weeks ago. Taecyeon woke up one morning to find the giant sleeping soundly on the floor near his bed. He stared at him for a moment before shrugging. He figured Chansung just ended up there by stumbling blindly into the room the night before. Taecyeon quietly stepped over the tall boy and made his way to the bathroom, pushing the issue from his mind.
Over the next few days Taecyeon continued to wake up to Chansung sleeping on his bedroom floor. He never said anything to the maknae about it, he didn’t care enough. Maybe Wooyoung is snoring or talking in his sleep. Maybe Chan’s sleepwalking. Whatever the reason, it didn’t concern him. He had no problems with Chansung using the floor as a new bed, as long as it didn’t interfere with his own sleeping conditions.
Taecyeon woke up suddenly when he felt the mattress shift under new weight. He turned his head to the side and stared at the large silhouette.
“Wha--?”
“Sorry hyung, I had a bad dream.”
“Chansung? What are you doing?”
“Just let me sleep here tonight. Please.”
Taecyeon glanced at the digital clock’s soft glow. 4:27 AM. He mumbled incoherently under his breath before shoving his face back into his pillow. He was pissed that Chansung had woke him up, but it was too late at night (or early in the morning?) for him to argue back. He lay still, aware of the body lying next to him but trying his best to ignore it. Not long after he heard the deep, steady breathing that marks sleep. He closed his eyes and drifted off as well.
The next morning Taecyeon woke up alone in bed. He wondered if maybe he’d dreamt it all. Chansung crawling into his bed. Listening to the younger’s breathing to fall asleep. He didn’t dwell on it. He got up and walked out to the kitchen. The group had a long day of schedules today and Taecyeon didn’t have time to worry about things he wasn’t even sure had happened. He shook his head as if to clear away his thoughts.
As the day went on Taecyeon became more and more assured that he had dreamt the whole ordeal. Chansung gave away nothing that would give the elder a clue about what happened the night before. The day just passed as it normally would. There were no shy glances or awkward conversations that Taecyeon believed would have happened had they slept together in the same bed. He laughed to himself; I’ve got one hell of an imagination to think up something like that. By the time he was getting ready for bed, he had forgotten all about it.
At 5:06 in the morning Chansung was crawling into Taecyeon’s bed again. Taec laid still and didn’t make any sounds, thinking this was just another dream. The younger didn’t say anything either this time. Just settled down in bed and quickly fell asleep. And just like the time before, when Taecyeon woke up he was all alone. But there was something slightly different this time. Taecyeon rolled over and placed his hand on the empty spot next to him, the spot where he had dreamt Chansung to be. It was warm. Taec sat upright in bed and stared. Maybe he hadn’t been dreaming?
Taecyeon quickly got used to sharing his bed with Chansung. It became an unspoken guarantee. Taecyeon would go to sleep and an hour or two later he’d wake up when Chansung made his way into the bed too. The elder didn’t have a problem with it. It’s not like Chansung was kicking him in his sleep or throwing his arm over Taecyeon’s face or anything like that. No, it was a simple platonic arrangement, with Taecyeon sleeping against the wall and Chansung on the outer edge. They were both able to sleep peacefully, no complaints could be made. In fact, Taecyeon grew so accustomed to Chansung sleeping with him. He listened to the maknae’s breathing patterns to fall asleep, comforted by the soft snores.
One night Chansung had a schedule that kept him out extremely late. Taecyeon went to bed alone and had never slept worse in his life. It took him near two hours before he could fall asleep and when he finally did, he only slept for 15 minute intervals. He tossed and turned. He felt cold. He realized then how much having Chansung sleep next to him comforted him.
Taecyeon suddenly heard his bedroom door open. He turned towards it and watched as the maknae quietly stepped inside and closed the door.
“Yah, where were you?” The elder whispered.
“Studio.”
“Oh. Okay.”
Chansung made his way over to the bed and crawled under the blankets. Taecyeon was still facing him. He looked down at the younger, his eyes accustomed to the darkness. Before he had a chance to think about it the words slipped from his mouth, “I missed you.”
Chansung was quiet. He didn’t look up at his hyung or make some sort of face to acknowledge that he even heard him. But then his arm slipped around Taecyeon’s waist and he hugged the older man. Taecyeon stiffened for a moment but quickly relaxed under the touch. It was comforting. Especially since he had been having such a hard time sleeping earlier. He settled into Chansung’s touch getting ready to finally sleep. The maknae had another idea though. In one swift movement he leaned his head forward, pushing his lips against Taecyeon’s in a soft but demanding kiss. Taecyeon responded instinctively, kissing Chansung back. He heard himself thinking What is going on right now? and was slightly terrified to realize no matter what he thought he didn’t make a move to stop it. It was as if his body had a mind of its own and this mind said it liked kissing Chansung.
Chansung’s hand on Taecyeon’s waist slipped lower to the waistband of Taecyeon’s pajama bottoms. He felt his heart skip a beat and his breath hitched. It hit him then, why he was okay with Chansung sharing his bed, why he couldn’t sleep when the other wasn’t next to him, why he kissed the younger back like it was the most normal and expected thing in the world. He almost laughed at himself for being so stupid and not realizing it sooner. But then Chansung’s hand slipped underneath the waistband and into his pants and all forms of coherent thought was lost to him.