This Is Home (So Crawl Into Bed With Me)
hakyeon/taekwoon | fluff, non-au | pg | 1.1k
Summary: Hakyeon and Taekwoon build a home.
Hakyeon wakes up, his heart beating slowly in his chest and the night creaking silently under his blanket, when he feels something hard next to him that wasn’t there when he went to sleep. There are legs threaded through his and callous hands holding his hips, and his elbow brushes against something solid and warm and he sighs with content. The lump moves closer to him, right up against his back, rubbing against the scratchy material of his shirt, and Hakyeon bites back a smile.
“Taekwoon,” he whispers, “what are you doing?” His question almost gets lost in the tranquility of the darkness, Jaehwan and Hongbin asleep on the other side of the room, and the curtains drawn to keep the outside world from coming in.
“It was cold when I woke up,” Taekwoon answers, his voice rough with drowsiness and eyelids heavy with vigorous practices. “And you’re warm.”
Hakyeon nods to himself, closing his eyes and not asking anything more. He had learned not to ask questions when it comes to Taekwoon. He just slips his hand into Taekwoon’s, slots himself into the empty spaces between his arms, and tries not to let the breath hitting his nape keep him awake.
//
Hakyeon wakes up first, like he does every day. Jaehwan is sleeping soundly, Hongbin right next to him, and Taekwoon is still plastered to his back from the night before. He maneuvers himself out of his bed silently, careful not to rouse the man sleeping next to him. Taekwoon hardly even stirs, grabbing for a warm pillow in place of the empty space in his arms.
It is dark inside the kitchen, with the birds just now starting to chirp and the sun still hiding behind the horizon. Hakyeon sets out on making breakfast-- they have two performances and an interview today, and their manager doesn’t come until right before they’re supposed to leave. There is no time to stop for food, so this has become his daily routine.
Wonsik always eats the most, and he will spend thirty minutes at the gym before showering and jumping in the van with only five seconds to spare.
Hongbin is next in line, and he will take ten minutes running on the treadmill in the living room, then shower.
Sanghyuk doesn’t eat much for breakfast, nor does Jaehwan. Their usually bright demeanors are dimmed by exhaustion and they chew on their rice with frowns and messy hair.
Taekwoon doesn’t eat breakfast the way the others do. He eats slowly, deliberately, with his gaze heavy on Hakyeon’s back. He hardly takes his eyes off their leader, even when he stands in front of the sink, watching the dishes with clinks and clacks filling the room. And then when he’s done, and his hands are dried, Taekwoon will have just enough food left to finish exactly when Hakyeon does.
Today, Jaehwan wakes up first, his lips swollen and his movements sedated. Neither of them can muster the energy to smile. Hakyeon sets down a fresh bowl of kimchi as a greeting, and his chair scrapes against the floor as he sits down.
“Hyung,” Jaehwan groans sometime after Sanghyuk and Hongbin have joined them. Hakyeon turns back to him from where he is frying some eggs. “Why is Taekwoon in your bed again?”
“He must have crawled in there after I got up,” Hakyeon lies, turning away from the rest of them. His heart beats as loudly as Wonsik’s snores in his ears; he hates lying to his bandmates.
“He wasn’t in his bed when I woke up, like, two hours ago,” Hongbin inserts. He cna feel Sanghyuk and Jaehwan’s eyes searching him for the truth.
Hakyeon is saved from having to reply when Taekwoon and Wonsik walk in together, sitting at the table across from each other and laying their heads down at the same time. “Don’t put your heads on the table,” Hakyeon nags like a mother. “You’ll get hair in the food.”
“Yes, mommy,” Wonsik sits up, glaring at him from across the kitchen.
Hakyeon walks to the table with the rest of the bowls, setting them down and smiling when the boys start to dig in. He walks back to the sink, fingers skittering over Taekwoon’s shoulders discreetly, and smiles wider when he feels eyes dancing across his back.
//
Hakyeon doesn’t go to sleep tonight. The stars shine through the window, he can hear Wonsik’s snores even from across the hall, and he smiles because this is something close to home with these five boys.
The light from the room draws patterns on the floor and he fingers at them lightly, tracing the shapes with the pads of his fingers. His blankets sit on him and it’s like a furnace, but the floor feels cool against his skin and the fan over them is on high and it plays with his fringe.
The summer heat is starting to soak into their dorm and drench everyone with sweat, but that doesn’t stop a certain someone from crawling into bed with him. Taekwoon is warm against his sweaty back, but there’s a sigh of satisfaction sitting right under his jaw because Taekwoon’s hands are heavy on his hip and his breath tickles the hair on the back on his head and this is all so familiar.
For the first time, Hakyeon turns to face him. Taekwoon’s eyes are closed but his muscles are braced, and Hakyeon knows he can feel his breath hitting his chin. “You can’t keep doing this,” Hakyeon whispers through the dark, Taekwoon’s white skin glowing in the wisps of moonlight. “The others are starting to wonder.”
“But you’re so warm,” Taekwoon replies, his arms winding around Hakyeon’s back to draw him in closer. “And Jaehwan talks in his sleep.”
Hakyeon chuckles under his breath. He reaches an arm up to run through Taekwoon’s hair, pushing it back from his forehead and feels the sweat matted to it. “Then you’ll have to stop staring at me during breakfast. Sanghyuk asks me all the time why you hate me so much.”
“I can’t help it,” Taekwoon moves closer, and his breath hits Hakyeon’s cheek. “You’re just so beautiful,” he mutters, more to himself than Hakyeon, and finally presses his lips to Hakyeon’s.
They kiss silently in the dark room, with Hongbin and Jaehwan sleeping close to them, and Taekwoon’s heart beating rapidly under his chest. Hakyeon smiles into it, curling his fingers into the other’s hair and pulling until their lips are pressed so tightly together that it almost hurts.
The sun rises too soon, and the birds are all too loud, but instead of getting up Hakyeon burrows further into Taekwoon’s side and he decides they can live without breakfast for a day. Taekwoon’s fingers are wound in his, the fan spinning incessantly over them, and their skin plastered together with sweat.
They need to get up soon for schedules, and he will probably have to come with an excuse as to why Taekwoon is in his bed today with his arms wrapped around him, but Hakyeon doesn’t mind.
He smiles, because this is home.
Summary: Hakyeon and Taekwoon build a home.
Hakyeon wakes up, his heart beating slowly in his chest and the night creaking silently under his blanket, when he feels something hard next to him that wasn’t there when he went to sleep. There are legs threaded through his and callous hands holding his hips, and his elbow brushes against something solid and warm and he sighs with content. The lump moves closer to him, right up against his back, rubbing against the scratchy material of his shirt, and Hakyeon bites back a smile.
“Taekwoon,” he whispers, “what are you doing?” His question almost gets lost in the tranquility of the darkness, Jaehwan and Hongbin asleep on the other side of the room, and the curtains drawn to keep the outside world from coming in.
“It was cold when I woke up,” Taekwoon answers, his voice rough with drowsiness and eyelids heavy with vigorous practices. “And you’re warm.”
Hakyeon nods to himself, closing his eyes and not asking anything more. He had learned not to ask questions when it comes to Taekwoon. He just slips his hand into Taekwoon’s, slots himself into the empty spaces between his arms, and tries not to let the breath hitting his nape keep him awake.
//
Hakyeon wakes up first, like he does every day. Jaehwan is sleeping soundly, Hongbin right next to him, and Taekwoon is still plastered to his back from the night before. He maneuvers himself out of his bed silently, careful not to rouse the man sleeping next to him. Taekwoon hardly even stirs, grabbing for a warm pillow in place of the empty space in his arms.
It is dark inside the kitchen, with the birds just now starting to chirp and the sun still hiding behind the horizon. Hakyeon sets out on making breakfast-- they have two performances and an interview today, and their manager doesn’t come until right before they’re supposed to leave. There is no time to stop for food, so this has become his daily routine.
Wonsik always eats the most, and he will spend thirty minutes at the gym before showering and jumping in the van with only five seconds to spare.
Hongbin is next in line, and he will take ten minutes running on the treadmill in the living room, then shower.
Sanghyuk doesn’t eat much for breakfast, nor does Jaehwan. Their usually bright demeanors are dimmed by exhaustion and they chew on their rice with frowns and messy hair.
Taekwoon doesn’t eat breakfast the way the others do. He eats slowly, deliberately, with his gaze heavy on Hakyeon’s back. He hardly takes his eyes off their leader, even when he stands in front of the sink, watching the dishes with clinks and clacks filling the room. And then when he’s done, and his hands are dried, Taekwoon will have just enough food left to finish exactly when Hakyeon does.
Today, Jaehwan wakes up first, his lips swollen and his movements sedated. Neither of them can muster the energy to smile. Hakyeon sets down a fresh bowl of kimchi as a greeting, and his chair scrapes against the floor as he sits down.
“Hyung,” Jaehwan groans sometime after Sanghyuk and Hongbin have joined them. Hakyeon turns back to him from where he is frying some eggs. “Why is Taekwoon in your bed again?”
“He must have crawled in there after I got up,” Hakyeon lies, turning away from the rest of them. His heart beats as loudly as Wonsik’s snores in his ears; he hates lying to his bandmates.
“He wasn’t in his bed when I woke up, like, two hours ago,” Hongbin inserts. He cna feel Sanghyuk and Jaehwan’s eyes searching him for the truth.
Hakyeon is saved from having to reply when Taekwoon and Wonsik walk in together, sitting at the table across from each other and laying their heads down at the same time. “Don’t put your heads on the table,” Hakyeon nags like a mother. “You’ll get hair in the food.”
“Yes, mommy,” Wonsik sits up, glaring at him from across the kitchen.
Hakyeon walks to the table with the rest of the bowls, setting them down and smiling when the boys start to dig in. He walks back to the sink, fingers skittering over Taekwoon’s shoulders discreetly, and smiles wider when he feels eyes dancing across his back.
//
Hakyeon doesn’t go to sleep tonight. The stars shine through the window, he can hear Wonsik’s snores even from across the hall, and he smiles because this is something close to home with these five boys.
The light from the room draws patterns on the floor and he fingers at them lightly, tracing the shapes with the pads of his fingers. His blankets sit on him and it’s like a furnace, but the floor feels cool against his skin and the fan over them is on high and it plays with his fringe.
The summer heat is starting to soak into their dorm and drench everyone with sweat, but that doesn’t stop a certain someone from crawling into bed with him. Taekwoon is warm against his sweaty back, but there’s a sigh of satisfaction sitting right under his jaw because Taekwoon’s hands are heavy on his hip and his breath tickles the hair on the back on his head and this is all so familiar.
For the first time, Hakyeon turns to face him. Taekwoon’s eyes are closed but his muscles are braced, and Hakyeon knows he can feel his breath hitting his chin. “You can’t keep doing this,” Hakyeon whispers through the dark, Taekwoon’s white skin glowing in the wisps of moonlight. “The others are starting to wonder.”
“But you’re so warm,” Taekwoon replies, his arms winding around Hakyeon’s back to draw him in closer. “And Jaehwan talks in his sleep.”
Hakyeon chuckles under his breath. He reaches an arm up to run through Taekwoon’s hair, pushing it back from his forehead and feels the sweat matted to it. “Then you’ll have to stop staring at me during breakfast. Sanghyuk asks me all the time why you hate me so much.”
“I can’t help it,” Taekwoon moves closer, and his breath hits Hakyeon’s cheek. “You’re just so beautiful,” he mutters, more to himself than Hakyeon, and finally presses his lips to Hakyeon’s.
They kiss silently in the dark room, with Hongbin and Jaehwan sleeping close to them, and Taekwoon’s heart beating rapidly under his chest. Hakyeon smiles into it, curling his fingers into the other’s hair and pulling until their lips are pressed so tightly together that it almost hurts.
The sun rises too soon, and the birds are all too loud, but instead of getting up Hakyeon burrows further into Taekwoon’s side and he decides they can live without breakfast for a day. Taekwoon’s fingers are wound in his, the fan spinning incessantly over them, and their skin plastered together with sweat.
They need to get up soon for schedules, and he will probably have to come with an excuse as to why Taekwoon is in his bed today with his arms wrapped around him, but Hakyeon doesn’t mind.
He smiles, because this is home.