Nocturnal Circumstances
Title: Nocturnal Circumstances
Author: clio323
Pairing: Jong Hyun & Yura (We Got Married)
Completed: Y
Rating: PG
Summary: It's their first night in their home and things do not turn out as planned.
Nocturnal Circumstances
These are not normal circumstances.
They don’t have running water or a bathroom, so it’s extremely inconvenient, if not a little embarrassing, to wander the MBC hallways in their pajamas to use the public restrooms. And only half of their furniture has come in, so while their bed was delivered, their couch and air conditioning unit remain to be seen.
To make things even worse, the summer heat and humidity just won’t let up.
Jong Hyun tries to make himself comfortable, but the carpet he’s lying on is no match for the hard and unforgiving floor of their humble home. And although he contemplates just getting up and leaving, heading home to the comfort of his bed-or hell, even a nearby hotel-he stays because of her.
Yura is not faring any better in her battle to find sleep, even atop their cushy bed, guilt eating away at her fatigue leaving her restless and fretful. She sneaks a peak over the edge of the mattress to where Jong Hyun is lying and she can tell by his back position and the curve of his shoulders just how unyielding the ground is. Words bubble up in her throat, but she clenchs her teeth-she’s not that bold, not yet anyway. Instead, she sighs and flips on her stomach, full of remorse and the things she can’t say.
Jong Hyun can’t decide what’s worse, the stiffness of his shoulder that tells him he’ll be sore tomorrow, or the cloud of humid, stale air that seems to have settled permanently over him. There’s a fan, luckily, but from his position on the floor it just barely stirs the air near him, unluckily. In normal circumstances he’d be shirtless by now-maybe even short-less-but these are not normal circumstances.
Yura takes another peak when she hears him shift and give a little, probably unintentional, groan as he releases the tension on his shoulder. Even in the relative darkness, she can see the crease in between his eyebrows, the thin sheen of sweat on his skin, the slight frown on his face as he tries to chase comfort in all its impossibility.
Before she knows it she’s sitting up and whispering Oppa, the single word seeming terribly loud and burdening in the night. His eyes snap open and find hers, and he recognizes immediately by the tilt of her eyebrows that she’s worried and unhappy.
“Go to sleep, Ah-young,” he tells her gently, wanting to dispel the concern she carries for him. But Yura just shakes her head and without a word, offers her hand to him.
It’s not suggestive, because she’s all nerves and anxiety, but then again it is, because she’s leaning towards him in a giant shirt that is currently hugging her body in provocative ways, the wide collar having slipped off her shoulder to reveal her pale skin beneath.
“Ah-young,” Jong Hyun begins to protest, but she pays him no mind, and thrusts her hand in his face.
“I can’t sleep with you like that,” she explains softly, her big eyes pleading with him. She can hardly believe what she’s offering, would never consider it under normal circumstances, but this is anything but normal.
He hesitates.
“If you’re not coming up here then I’m going down there,” she begins as she swings her bare legs over the edge of the bed. “We should be equal.”
Jong Hyun is on his feet before hers even hit the floor. Surprise, and then slowly, shyly, Yura makes room for him, retreats to the farthest edge of the mattress and pulls a sheet up to cover her body, despite the heat. Gently, gradually, as if afraid of making any sudden movements, he reclines on the bed, his whole body sighing in sweet relief.
“Thank you,” he whispers to her, feeling the long-sought-sleep already beginning to dull his senses. “Good night.”
“Night.”
He’s right at the edge of losing consciousness when he hears her pipe up again.
“You know, oppa,” she whispering again, just in case, “I don’t usually do this. Sleep with boys, I mean. Like this. I mean-”
“I just wanted to let you know that I’m not usually like this,” Yura tries again, feeling her whole face flush. “In case you were wondering.”
“I wasn’t thinking anything like that,” he manages before yawning.
“Okay.”
But Yura is still restless, fidgety, feels like maybe she shouldn’t have invited him up because when she steals a look through her eyelashes all she sees are his long legs and a bit of his lean stomach from where it peeks out from under his shirt. Her mind begins to wonder, begins to imagine things when-
“You don’t have to worry,” he says with eyes closed, missing her startled look. “I’m not going to try anything.”
“I wasn’t worried,” she says a bit too adamantly. Perhaps a little too guiltily. “I didn’t think you-”
Yura’s heart almost jumps through her chest when he suddenly shifts his weight and faces her, all forms of speech leaving her immediately. Suddenly he’s so close, his face too handsome, and his eyes too sincere.
“I’m not the kind of person who usually does this either,” he whispers and his breath tickles her cheek. “In case you were wondering.”
He watches her duck her head, trying to hide the grin that is threatening her lips, and he wonders what it is about her because he really isn’t the reckless type.
Yura is breathless when he reaches for her, his arms gently pulling her towards him and without a word he tucks her into his embrace. She doesn’t fight it, doesn’t want to, and melts into his arms.
“Oppa, I thought you said you wouldn’t try anything,” she teases and laughs into his chest.
“Go to sleep, Ah-young.”
The humidity suddenly seems less oppressive, and it doesn’t matter if their house doesn’t have a bathroom or that their furniture order is half missing-normal circumstances, they think as they drift off to sleep, are so overrated.