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who taecyeon
what trying to sleep
fandom 2pm
title in the car
rating pg
he's tired, so so tired. whatever is happening completely beyond his comprehension as his head lulls to one side of the seat and then to the other. always stuck in the middle, it seemed to be his place - no favored, but always what was left for him so he grew to deal with it, maybe even like it sometimes.
someone is laughing in the back and he assumes it's junho who is even more easily amused than himself sometimes, it seems. not bothering to open his eyes to actually check or ask what is so funny, since he's just too tired to do so.
but it's a hard thing to not be sucked in by the atmosphere, even on your last strand of energy. fingers curling around the object in hand, wishing it was a blanket, even a pillow. once you start to get comfortable something happens and you have to find the rhythm or contentedness all over again.
were they ever going to get home? this ride seemed longer than most.
a sudden escape into a conversation started with the worst of what was their language. unable to not crack a smile, though pieces of the puzzle are missing. was this where he woke up? gave a certain look? what was jay talking about anyway? he can feel his inward self shake his head.
the buzz of boys never dies down, where a bubble of silence swoops in for only a moment, it's poked and burst open with a nasty joke or someone doing something to another.
the quiet chuckle of chansung as he hovers close.
it's a premature state of sleep - one everyone has experienced. and breathing in the musk of a days hard work, he just accepts it, relaxing into the slight fold done inwardly on himself, knowing he'll find the warmth (and hopefully peace) of a real bed soon enough■
what trying to sleep
fandom 2pm
title in the car
rating pg
he's tired, so so tired. whatever is happening completely beyond his comprehension as his head lulls to one side of the seat and then to the other. always stuck in the middle, it seemed to be his place - no favored, but always what was left for him so he grew to deal with it, maybe even like it sometimes.
someone is laughing in the back and he assumes it's junho who is even more easily amused than himself sometimes, it seems. not bothering to open his eyes to actually check or ask what is so funny, since he's just too tired to do so.
but it's a hard thing to not be sucked in by the atmosphere, even on your last strand of energy. fingers curling around the object in hand, wishing it was a blanket, even a pillow. once you start to get comfortable something happens and you have to find the rhythm or contentedness all over again.
were they ever going to get home? this ride seemed longer than most.
a sudden escape into a conversation started with the worst of what was their language. unable to not crack a smile, though pieces of the puzzle are missing. was this where he woke up? gave a certain look? what was jay talking about anyway? he can feel his inward self shake his head.
the buzz of boys never dies down, where a bubble of silence swoops in for only a moment, it's poked and burst open with a nasty joke or someone doing something to another.
the quiet chuckle of chansung as he hovers close.
it's a premature state of sleep - one everyone has experienced. and breathing in the musk of a days hard work, he just accepts it, relaxing into the slight fold done inwardly on himself, knowing he'll find the warmth (and hopefully peace) of a real bed soon enough■