[fanfiction] Better than Hot Chocolate
Title: Better than Hot Chocolate
Author: iamzie
Rating: G
Pairing/Focus: Myungsoo/Dongwoo
Summary: Myungsoo's secret for a good night's sleep.
Yeah. Watching them sleep in Sesame Player episodes inspired me to write this. Come on. They have a room all to themselves. How can this not happen?
Better than Hot Chocolate
It was easier to do this in the middle of the night, he thought, cracking an eye open while he fought the urge to fall back to sleep. Faint light streamed from beneath the door, though he really didn't have to adjust to the darkness. Even with his eyes closed, he could definitely make out his presence, a solid, slumbering ball of warmth just breathing in, and out, and in, and out. Steady, unbreakable at this state and at this time, and Myungsoo's lips were pressed into a thin line, trying not to smile.
As if anyone could see him anyway, he smirked. With his gaze, he traced the outline of a prominent Adam's apple, up to a strong jaw, a protruded lower lip, a cute, straight nose, and partially-lidded eyes - Dongwoo never slept with his eyes entirely closed. Still, he sleeps like a log.
He shifted closer, rolling to the side in a fluid, calculated move, colliding softly against Dongwoo's sleeping form. Ah - he still smells like his strawberry-scented cologne, with his strands of blonde-brown sticking on his forehead and his mouth half-open in a soft snore. There was no way Dongwoo was going to wake up, not without Sunggyu's megaphone, or Woohyun's water gun, or Hoya's wrestling techniques, or Sungjong's music, or one of Sungyeol's crazy ideas. It was just the two of them now, Myungsoo and Dongwoo, and without a second thought, he curled an arm around Dongwoo's waist, snuggling against his warmth, toes curling beneath the knitted blue comforter. He didn't get to do this often, but everytime he did, it felt like he was winning a prize, tackling a sleeping dinosaur and attacking it when its most vulnerable.
Like Dongwoo was right now.
Suddenly, the sleeping boy next to him was moving, stretching an arm out as Myungsoo laid perfectly still, still snug against his chest, waiting. A heavy arm draped around him in turn, and one of Dongwoo's legs was tangled between his, holding on possessively like he was the giant stuffed animal Dongwoo never had as a child. Myungsoo smiled at the thought - he was never going to let a giant stuffed toy come in between them, therefore all giant stuffed toys would have to be donated to someone else in another room.
Body relaxing finally, it was easy for Myungsoo to fall back into sleep, surrounded by the drone of Dongwoo's steady heartbeat and his warm breath over Myungsoo's hair, just a comforting presence that he was there. For now, Dongwoo was his, and his entirely, so it would have to do. Sleep would come easier again tonight.
Author: iamzie
Rating: G
Pairing/Focus: Myungsoo/Dongwoo
Summary: Myungsoo's secret for a good night's sleep.
Yeah. Watching them sleep in Sesame Player episodes inspired me to write this. Come on. They have a room all to themselves. How can this not happen?
Better than Hot Chocolate
It was easier to do this in the middle of the night, he thought, cracking an eye open while he fought the urge to fall back to sleep. Faint light streamed from beneath the door, though he really didn't have to adjust to the darkness. Even with his eyes closed, he could definitely make out his presence, a solid, slumbering ball of warmth just breathing in, and out, and in, and out. Steady, unbreakable at this state and at this time, and Myungsoo's lips were pressed into a thin line, trying not to smile.
As if anyone could see him anyway, he smirked. With his gaze, he traced the outline of a prominent Adam's apple, up to a strong jaw, a protruded lower lip, a cute, straight nose, and partially-lidded eyes - Dongwoo never slept with his eyes entirely closed. Still, he sleeps like a log.
He shifted closer, rolling to the side in a fluid, calculated move, colliding softly against Dongwoo's sleeping form. Ah - he still smells like his strawberry-scented cologne, with his strands of blonde-brown sticking on his forehead and his mouth half-open in a soft snore. There was no way Dongwoo was going to wake up, not without Sunggyu's megaphone, or Woohyun's water gun, or Hoya's wrestling techniques, or Sungjong's music, or one of Sungyeol's crazy ideas. It was just the two of them now, Myungsoo and Dongwoo, and without a second thought, he curled an arm around Dongwoo's waist, snuggling against his warmth, toes curling beneath the knitted blue comforter. He didn't get to do this often, but everytime he did, it felt like he was winning a prize, tackling a sleeping dinosaur and attacking it when its most vulnerable.
Like Dongwoo was right now.
Suddenly, the sleeping boy next to him was moving, stretching an arm out as Myungsoo laid perfectly still, still snug against his chest, waiting. A heavy arm draped around him in turn, and one of Dongwoo's legs was tangled between his, holding on possessively like he was the giant stuffed animal Dongwoo never had as a child. Myungsoo smiled at the thought - he was never going to let a giant stuffed toy come in between them, therefore all giant stuffed toys would have to be donated to someone else in another room.
Body relaxing finally, it was easy for Myungsoo to fall back into sleep, surrounded by the drone of Dongwoo's steady heartbeat and his warm breath over Myungsoo's hair, just a comforting presence that he was there. For now, Dongwoo was his, and his entirely, so it would have to do. Sleep would come easier again tonight.