[FANFIC] YoungLo - Sleep-deprived
SLEEP-DEPRIVED
PG
[B.A.P.] YOUNGJAE/ZELO
FLUFF
2300~W
a/n: My first attempt at YoungLo because there needs to be more love for this adorable pairing ♥ Unbeta-ed, so expect some mistakes.
a/n #2: Also, am I the only one who ships BangHim-DaeJong-YoungLo instead of BangZelo-DaeJong-HimJae or BangHim-DaeJae-JongLo? I am? kay lemme cry with my lonely ships ;w; /sobs
a/n #3: Otherwise, enjoy~^^
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Youngjae groaned as he tossed and turned in his sleep. Or, to be precise, in his attempt to sleep. He rolled onto his other side, letting his nose be buried within the soft pillow. He wiggled and fixed his comforter, pulling it up to his chest as he snuggled to his own hand. His eyelids were closed, his mind trying to achieve that moment of peace and he was finally drifting to sleep when-
“Yongguk.”
Youngjae restrained a whine when he heard Himchan hissed not-so-quietly at their leader, followed by a few shushes and a quiet slap. Youngjae could almost imagine Yongguk grinning cheekily in the darkness.
An innocent hum was what Himchan got in return. Youngjae’s ears caught another slap. “I’m trying to sleep.” The band’s visual whispered, the irritation clearly evident in his voice. “Get your hands out of my shirt.”
Okay, that was information Youngjae certainly did not want to hear. He was thankful he didn’t decide to open his eyes otherwise he was certain he would regret it right then and right there. Youngjae turned to face the wall, unwilling to see some of his bandmates’ PDA the first thing later in the morning. The vocalist was exhausted, tired like hell from all the nonstop exhausting schedules. They would return to the dorm past midnight and crash in bed for a couple of hours before another busy day started. A couple of hours of sleep would surely relieve some of the tiredness away.
Sadly, unlike any of his other bandmates, Youngjae hadn’t been able to sleep. The vocalist had been desperately trying to get some, it had been days since his last peaceful slumber. But everytime-every single freaking time-he was about to drift to his peaceful, Daehyun-less (that kid was never his best friend, that brat) dreamland, the two other bottom-bunkers would always create these horrible mental images in his head with their annoying loveydovey-ness and cheesy (and sometimes-a lot of times-perverted) pick up lines that would immediately make Youngjae’s stomach churn and drive all the sleepiness away.
He hated Yongguk for his raging hormones and raging emotions for Himchan. He hated Himchan for purposely ‘announcing’ whatever inappropriateness Yongguk was doing to him in their sleep. He hated the fact he had to share the same bunk as the two eldest.
Youngjae wondered if he was the only who actually heard Yongguk and Himchan’s ‘subtle’ display of affection. The top bunkers were so lucky. All of them were heavy sleepers. Why wasn’t he a heavy sleeper like Jongup, he wished.
There were a few rustling sounds of sheets, and then Youngjae’s ears caught what he really hoped wasn’t a strangled moan. The vocalist closed his eyes shut, mentally trying to block the noises from entering his ears.
Damnit, why didn’t he take the top bunk back then when they moved into the dorm. The manager gave them freedom to choose any bed they wanted, and all the members agreed it would be first come first owns, without any rock-paper-scissors or any ladder game or any game at all, and he (well, at the beginning) gladly claimed this bed. That would be one of the stupidest decisions ever.
Youngjae brought a hand over his ears, attempting to sleep in that position, his legs curling up into fetal position. He would do anything just for a ten minute sleep. Dear Lord, please let me sleep-
“B-Bang Yongguk… Ahh--!”
Yup, Youngjae won’t be getting any sleep that night. He decided it was too pointless to try, too pointless to even hope for any sleep with the situation going on with his two eldest bandmates. He rubbed his tired eyes, silently apologizing to the make-up noona for adding her more work of covering his eye bags. He blindly groped under his pillow, looking for his phone only to pull it out not long after. Blinking to adjust his eyes to the screen’s bright light, Youngjae squinted as he tried to make out what time it was.
05.45 a.m.
Great. Fifteen minutes until their managers flip them off their bed.
Letting out a frustrated groan, Youngjae sat up and scratched his head. He got out of bed and exited their shared room, pretending he did not just see Yongguk’s hand shoved somewhere in Himchan’s pants.
The vocalist yawned and stretched his arms upwards, his pajama shirt raising a little to show the non-existent stomach muscles he had. He felt that it was too early for a shower or even a face wash, so Youngjae groggily trudged towards the kitchen. He grabbed an empty cup and fixed himself a cup of milk coffee. Placing the cup on the mini dining table they had, Youngjae took a seat as he stirred the warm drink, taking small sips at times to check if it was still too hot for his tongue. He cringed when he drank a little bit too much and burned his tongue, later opting to whiff the dairy aroma of his drink instead while waiting for it to cool down.
His tongue felt numb.
Well, at least it got him more awake.
Youngjae turned his head to the direction of their shared room to see Daehyun (As expected, always the one to wake up early) shuffling out of it. The third oldest looked like he was heading to the bathroom when his eyes caught sight of Youngjae now enjoying his less hot milk coffee in the kitchen.
“You’re up.” Daehyun remarked blankly, pointing an accusing finger in his bandmate’s way. Youngjae was tempted to roll his eyes at the typicality, why was he even surprised. Expecting a ‘good morning’ from Daehyun was like expecting the moon to turn blue.
He chose to glare at him instead. “Ya think?” He retorted. As if his lack of sleep hadn’t been rubbed on his face too much. Daehyun shrugged and pulled out a chair.
The chair was only halfway out from under the table when a drowsy groan entered their ears. Both vocalists turned their heads to see a very sleepy-looking Jongup dazedly waddling out of their shared room. The main dancer stopped and looked around, his small eyes squinting from sleepiness. He blinked as he tried to comprehend his surroundings before suddenly collapsing onto the couch in front of him and went back to sleep. He nuzzled into the comforter, one leg hanging awkwardly off the couch and an arm over the headrest.
Youngjae shook his head at the state of his younger bandmate. Jongup had always had weird sleeping positions and he no longer questioned him. The main vocalist’s gaze followed Daehyun’s movements as the elder walked to the fridge to fetch a small carton of chocolate milk before strolling towards their main dancer. The brunette sat down on the coffee table and placed the cold milk beside his thighs. Youngjae watched as Daehyun stared at Jongup lovingly, the lead vocal gently stroking the sleeping boy’s hair, allowing the younger to escape for extra minutes of sleep. If that was Youngjae on the couch, he knew for sure that Daehyun would either kick or hit him awake. It was so unfair how everyone would be so kind to the maknae line, letting them get all the sleep they want just because they were still in a growing state. For God’s sake, they were only one or two years apart from Youngjae!
Snickering at the injustice, Youngjae took another brief sip of his coffee, unaware of how his same age friend had entered their shared bedroom and brought a follower to tag along into the morning’s harshness. The main vocalist glanced up for a split second and saw a half-awake Junhong rubbing his eyes as he toddled into the kitchen.
“Mornin’.” Youngjae greeted indifferently, though he could really care less if Junhong replied or not. The maknae grumbled in response, and took a seat on Youngjae’s right side. He then folded his arms on the table and laid his head on them, trying to gain more sleep if possible. It was quiet for a while, only Youngjae’s polite low sippings and Junhong’s faint breathing. The youngest suddenly groaned and sat upright again, earning a questioning stare from Youngjae. Junhong held onto his chair, jumping with it to bring it closer to Youngjae’s seat. Deeming it close enough, he leaned onto the elder’s shoulder, his long limb clumsily draped around the main vocal as he enjoyed the warmth emanating from the elder. Youngjae raised an eyebrow. Junhong was leaning on him, sleeping, and Youngjae’s right arm was squished by the maknae’s long and sturdy body and how the hell would Youngjae drink his coffee if his hand was stuck. The singer pursed his lips.
“I’m sleepy.” Junhong mumbled, positioning his head to lean more comfortably on Youngjae’s shoulder. The elder scoffed, finding the maknae’s statement simply too hard to believe.
“You slept the earliest between all of us.” He deadpanned. “If anything, you should’ve been the least sleepy.” He moved his gaze at his now abandoned coffee drink on the table.
Junhong merely hummed and nuzzled more into Youngjae’s neck. “I couldn’t sleep.” He answered.
Youngjae began to contemplate if he should just use his left hand to savor his morning beverage. “How come?” He inquired. It was a miracle how he managed to maintain the futile conversation over his coffee.
“Daehyun-hyung.” Junhong simply answered, leaving countless question marks all over Youngjae’s head. The elder craned his neck to look at Junhong questioningly, completely dropping his plan of gaining another taste of his coffee.
“Daehyun kept you up?” Youngjae asked, confused, but Junhong swiftly shook his head, his hair pricking against the skin of Youngjae’s neck. Youngjae involuntarily shivered.
“Everytime I look at Hyung’s side, he was staring at Jongup-hyung with this hungry look as if he was about to eat him or something.” The maknae grimaced, the unpleasant images flashing in his mind. “It creeped me out. I had nightmares.”
Youngjae found himself unconsciously glancing at Daehyun and Jongup who were across the room. Daehyun was still sitting on the table as he stared intently at Jongup with this deep gaze and his lips were slightly tugged upwards into a subtle, gentle smirk; and Youngjae had to admit-it was creepy. He could see why Junhong was freaked out by it. Daehyun, you pedo.
Daehyun’s lips curved into an apparent, affectionate smile but then he suddenly tensed up upon hearing noises coming from their bedroom. He shook Jongup lightly, trying to wake the younger up. The main dancer groggily sat up, his hair a complete mess, brown strands sticking out awkwardly. Daehyun muttered a few words that Youngjae could only guess was the elder telling him to drink the carton of milk and take a shower with the clothes Daehyun was shoving into his arms (when the hell did Daehyun prepare that, Youngjae furrowed his eyebrows as his mind failed to remember). The lead vocalist ushered Jongup into the shower before disappearing into their bedroom once again to do God-knows-what. Daehyun is a mysterious weirdo who happened to be also pedophiliac, so Youngjae could only assume weird things about him.
Youngjae’s train of thoughts was immediately disturbed when he felt more locks of hair prickle his sensitive neck skin. Junhong nestled onto the older boy, enveloping him as he brought both of his long legs over Youngjae’s lap, his arm wrapped around Youngjae as if he was a giant teddy bear he could snuggle into. Youngjae frowned. He couldn’t move his right hand at all now.
“Hyung, you’re comfy.” Junhong mumbled into Youngjae’s pajama’s shirt. Youngjae was warm, soft, cuddly. Listening to his rhythmic and calm breathing soothed Junhong greatly. Within minutes, Junhong felt drowsiness took over and he fell into deep sleep. Youngjae unconsciously sighed. He figured it wouldn’t be so bad after all to try using his left hand to drink his coffee. Wriggling his left arm out carefully, he reached for his mug, trying not to move too much in order not to disturb the sleeping giant on top of him. He succeeded, and he instantly relaxed when both the aroma and taste of coffee filled his senses. Morning coffee is always great.
Youngjae took a particularly large gulp of his drink before placing the cup down on the wooden table once again. He stretched his neck to check on the maknae, later realizing the youngest was really asleep and was really sleeping on his shoulder. Youngjae let out a sigh, he knew his neck would probably feel stiff and painful later, but he could live with it. The maknae could use some more rest.
The band’s almighty umma visual, Himchan, came trotting out of their bedroom soon after. Despite their previous ‘activity’, Yongguk was nowhere to be found and there were no signs of him possibly showing up anytime soon either. The visual didn’t look the slightest bit sleepy as he walked towards the kitchen, his eyes soon narrowing in disapproval when he saw Youngjae sipping coffee with his unusually trembling left hand while Junhong was leaning on him, asleep. Himchan tsked, displeased by the sight before him.
“Stop spoiling him, Youngjae. Wake him up, he has to go to school.” Himchan nagged, a lot more disgruntled than usual. The second oldest downed a tall glass of water and then left to wake Jongup who most probably had fallen asleep in the bathroom, like how he does every morning on school days.
Youngjae glared at Himchan’s retreating back. How dare he scold Youngjae for letting the maknae gain back the sleep he deserved. He had no right to say so when he and his disgustingly cheesy lover were the main causes of his lack of sleep.
Youngjae lifted a hand to pat Junhong’s head. He fondled with the blonde locks, gently pushing the blue-ish bangs aside that revealed the maknae’s childlike yet handsome features. The vocalist felt the younger boy’s even breathing ghost across his skin and his soft hair brushing against his neck. He watched his chest heave up and down steadily and Youngjae couldn’t help but smile. Junhong looked so peaceful, like it was the first time he could properly sleep since ages.
Youngjae pushed his mug aside, opting to give up on trying to fully enjoy his coffee. It was too sweet, anyway. He leaned onto Junhong’s head and closed his eyes, sleep slowly taking over him as he drifted off to dreamland.
Screw Himchan. All he wanted to do was get some sleep.
PG
[B.A.P.] YOUNGJAE/ZELO
FLUFF
2300~W
a/n: My first attempt at YoungLo because there needs to be more love for this adorable pairing ♥ Unbeta-ed, so expect some mistakes.
a/n #2: Also, am I the only one who ships BangHim-DaeJong-YoungLo instead of BangZelo-DaeJong-HimJae or BangHim-DaeJae-JongLo? I am? kay lemme cry with my lonely ships ;w; /sobs
a/n #3: Otherwise, enjoy~^^
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Youngjae groaned as he tossed and turned in his sleep. Or, to be precise, in his attempt to sleep. He rolled onto his other side, letting his nose be buried within the soft pillow. He wiggled and fixed his comforter, pulling it up to his chest as he snuggled to his own hand. His eyelids were closed, his mind trying to achieve that moment of peace and he was finally drifting to sleep when-
“Yongguk.”
Youngjae restrained a whine when he heard Himchan hissed not-so-quietly at their leader, followed by a few shushes and a quiet slap. Youngjae could almost imagine Yongguk grinning cheekily in the darkness.
An innocent hum was what Himchan got in return. Youngjae’s ears caught another slap. “I’m trying to sleep.” The band’s visual whispered, the irritation clearly evident in his voice. “Get your hands out of my shirt.”
Okay, that was information Youngjae certainly did not want to hear. He was thankful he didn’t decide to open his eyes otherwise he was certain he would regret it right then and right there. Youngjae turned to face the wall, unwilling to see some of his bandmates’ PDA the first thing later in the morning. The vocalist was exhausted, tired like hell from all the nonstop exhausting schedules. They would return to the dorm past midnight and crash in bed for a couple of hours before another busy day started. A couple of hours of sleep would surely relieve some of the tiredness away.
Sadly, unlike any of his other bandmates, Youngjae hadn’t been able to sleep. The vocalist had been desperately trying to get some, it had been days since his last peaceful slumber. But everytime-every single freaking time-he was about to drift to his peaceful, Daehyun-less (that kid was never his best friend, that brat) dreamland, the two other bottom-bunkers would always create these horrible mental images in his head with their annoying loveydovey-ness and cheesy (and sometimes-a lot of times-perverted) pick up lines that would immediately make Youngjae’s stomach churn and drive all the sleepiness away.
He hated Yongguk for his raging hormones and raging emotions for Himchan. He hated Himchan for purposely ‘announcing’ whatever inappropriateness Yongguk was doing to him in their sleep. He hated the fact he had to share the same bunk as the two eldest.
Youngjae wondered if he was the only who actually heard Yongguk and Himchan’s ‘subtle’ display of affection. The top bunkers were so lucky. All of them were heavy sleepers. Why wasn’t he a heavy sleeper like Jongup, he wished.
There were a few rustling sounds of sheets, and then Youngjae’s ears caught what he really hoped wasn’t a strangled moan. The vocalist closed his eyes shut, mentally trying to block the noises from entering his ears.
Damnit, why didn’t he take the top bunk back then when they moved into the dorm. The manager gave them freedom to choose any bed they wanted, and all the members agreed it would be first come first owns, without any rock-paper-scissors or any ladder game or any game at all, and he (well, at the beginning) gladly claimed this bed. That would be one of the stupidest decisions ever.
Youngjae brought a hand over his ears, attempting to sleep in that position, his legs curling up into fetal position. He would do anything just for a ten minute sleep. Dear Lord, please let me sleep-
“B-Bang Yongguk… Ahh--!”
Yup, Youngjae won’t be getting any sleep that night. He decided it was too pointless to try, too pointless to even hope for any sleep with the situation going on with his two eldest bandmates. He rubbed his tired eyes, silently apologizing to the make-up noona for adding her more work of covering his eye bags. He blindly groped under his pillow, looking for his phone only to pull it out not long after. Blinking to adjust his eyes to the screen’s bright light, Youngjae squinted as he tried to make out what time it was.
05.45 a.m.
Great. Fifteen minutes until their managers flip them off their bed.
Letting out a frustrated groan, Youngjae sat up and scratched his head. He got out of bed and exited their shared room, pretending he did not just see Yongguk’s hand shoved somewhere in Himchan’s pants.
The vocalist yawned and stretched his arms upwards, his pajama shirt raising a little to show the non-existent stomach muscles he had. He felt that it was too early for a shower or even a face wash, so Youngjae groggily trudged towards the kitchen. He grabbed an empty cup and fixed himself a cup of milk coffee. Placing the cup on the mini dining table they had, Youngjae took a seat as he stirred the warm drink, taking small sips at times to check if it was still too hot for his tongue. He cringed when he drank a little bit too much and burned his tongue, later opting to whiff the dairy aroma of his drink instead while waiting for it to cool down.
His tongue felt numb.
Well, at least it got him more awake.
Youngjae turned his head to the direction of their shared room to see Daehyun (As expected, always the one to wake up early) shuffling out of it. The third oldest looked like he was heading to the bathroom when his eyes caught sight of Youngjae now enjoying his less hot milk coffee in the kitchen.
“You’re up.” Daehyun remarked blankly, pointing an accusing finger in his bandmate’s way. Youngjae was tempted to roll his eyes at the typicality, why was he even surprised. Expecting a ‘good morning’ from Daehyun was like expecting the moon to turn blue.
He chose to glare at him instead. “Ya think?” He retorted. As if his lack of sleep hadn’t been rubbed on his face too much. Daehyun shrugged and pulled out a chair.
The chair was only halfway out from under the table when a drowsy groan entered their ears. Both vocalists turned their heads to see a very sleepy-looking Jongup dazedly waddling out of their shared room. The main dancer stopped and looked around, his small eyes squinting from sleepiness. He blinked as he tried to comprehend his surroundings before suddenly collapsing onto the couch in front of him and went back to sleep. He nuzzled into the comforter, one leg hanging awkwardly off the couch and an arm over the headrest.
Youngjae shook his head at the state of his younger bandmate. Jongup had always had weird sleeping positions and he no longer questioned him. The main vocalist’s gaze followed Daehyun’s movements as the elder walked to the fridge to fetch a small carton of chocolate milk before strolling towards their main dancer. The brunette sat down on the coffee table and placed the cold milk beside his thighs. Youngjae watched as Daehyun stared at Jongup lovingly, the lead vocal gently stroking the sleeping boy’s hair, allowing the younger to escape for extra minutes of sleep. If that was Youngjae on the couch, he knew for sure that Daehyun would either kick or hit him awake. It was so unfair how everyone would be so kind to the maknae line, letting them get all the sleep they want just because they were still in a growing state. For God’s sake, they were only one or two years apart from Youngjae!
Snickering at the injustice, Youngjae took another brief sip of his coffee, unaware of how his same age friend had entered their shared bedroom and brought a follower to tag along into the morning’s harshness. The main vocalist glanced up for a split second and saw a half-awake Junhong rubbing his eyes as he toddled into the kitchen.
“Mornin’.” Youngjae greeted indifferently, though he could really care less if Junhong replied or not. The maknae grumbled in response, and took a seat on Youngjae’s right side. He then folded his arms on the table and laid his head on them, trying to gain more sleep if possible. It was quiet for a while, only Youngjae’s polite low sippings and Junhong’s faint breathing. The youngest suddenly groaned and sat upright again, earning a questioning stare from Youngjae. Junhong held onto his chair, jumping with it to bring it closer to Youngjae’s seat. Deeming it close enough, he leaned onto the elder’s shoulder, his long limb clumsily draped around the main vocal as he enjoyed the warmth emanating from the elder. Youngjae raised an eyebrow. Junhong was leaning on him, sleeping, and Youngjae’s right arm was squished by the maknae’s long and sturdy body and how the hell would Youngjae drink his coffee if his hand was stuck. The singer pursed his lips.
“I’m sleepy.” Junhong mumbled, positioning his head to lean more comfortably on Youngjae’s shoulder. The elder scoffed, finding the maknae’s statement simply too hard to believe.
“You slept the earliest between all of us.” He deadpanned. “If anything, you should’ve been the least sleepy.” He moved his gaze at his now abandoned coffee drink on the table.
Junhong merely hummed and nuzzled more into Youngjae’s neck. “I couldn’t sleep.” He answered.
Youngjae began to contemplate if he should just use his left hand to savor his morning beverage. “How come?” He inquired. It was a miracle how he managed to maintain the futile conversation over his coffee.
“Daehyun-hyung.” Junhong simply answered, leaving countless question marks all over Youngjae’s head. The elder craned his neck to look at Junhong questioningly, completely dropping his plan of gaining another taste of his coffee.
“Daehyun kept you up?” Youngjae asked, confused, but Junhong swiftly shook his head, his hair pricking against the skin of Youngjae’s neck. Youngjae involuntarily shivered.
“Everytime I look at Hyung’s side, he was staring at Jongup-hyung with this hungry look as if he was about to eat him or something.” The maknae grimaced, the unpleasant images flashing in his mind. “It creeped me out. I had nightmares.”
Youngjae found himself unconsciously glancing at Daehyun and Jongup who were across the room. Daehyun was still sitting on the table as he stared intently at Jongup with this deep gaze and his lips were slightly tugged upwards into a subtle, gentle smirk; and Youngjae had to admit-it was creepy. He could see why Junhong was freaked out by it. Daehyun, you pedo.
Daehyun’s lips curved into an apparent, affectionate smile but then he suddenly tensed up upon hearing noises coming from their bedroom. He shook Jongup lightly, trying to wake the younger up. The main dancer groggily sat up, his hair a complete mess, brown strands sticking out awkwardly. Daehyun muttered a few words that Youngjae could only guess was the elder telling him to drink the carton of milk and take a shower with the clothes Daehyun was shoving into his arms (when the hell did Daehyun prepare that, Youngjae furrowed his eyebrows as his mind failed to remember). The lead vocalist ushered Jongup into the shower before disappearing into their bedroom once again to do God-knows-what. Daehyun is a mysterious weirdo who happened to be also pedophiliac, so Youngjae could only assume weird things about him.
Youngjae’s train of thoughts was immediately disturbed when he felt more locks of hair prickle his sensitive neck skin. Junhong nestled onto the older boy, enveloping him as he brought both of his long legs over Youngjae’s lap, his arm wrapped around Youngjae as if he was a giant teddy bear he could snuggle into. Youngjae frowned. He couldn’t move his right hand at all now.
“Hyung, you’re comfy.” Junhong mumbled into Youngjae’s pajama’s shirt. Youngjae was warm, soft, cuddly. Listening to his rhythmic and calm breathing soothed Junhong greatly. Within minutes, Junhong felt drowsiness took over and he fell into deep sleep. Youngjae unconsciously sighed. He figured it wouldn’t be so bad after all to try using his left hand to drink his coffee. Wriggling his left arm out carefully, he reached for his mug, trying not to move too much in order not to disturb the sleeping giant on top of him. He succeeded, and he instantly relaxed when both the aroma and taste of coffee filled his senses. Morning coffee is always great.
Youngjae took a particularly large gulp of his drink before placing the cup down on the wooden table once again. He stretched his neck to check on the maknae, later realizing the youngest was really asleep and was really sleeping on his shoulder. Youngjae let out a sigh, he knew his neck would probably feel stiff and painful later, but he could live with it. The maknae could use some more rest.
The band’s almighty umma visual, Himchan, came trotting out of their bedroom soon after. Despite their previous ‘activity’, Yongguk was nowhere to be found and there were no signs of him possibly showing up anytime soon either. The visual didn’t look the slightest bit sleepy as he walked towards the kitchen, his eyes soon narrowing in disapproval when he saw Youngjae sipping coffee with his unusually trembling left hand while Junhong was leaning on him, asleep. Himchan tsked, displeased by the sight before him.
“Stop spoiling him, Youngjae. Wake him up, he has to go to school.” Himchan nagged, a lot more disgruntled than usual. The second oldest downed a tall glass of water and then left to wake Jongup who most probably had fallen asleep in the bathroom, like how he does every morning on school days.
Youngjae glared at Himchan’s retreating back. How dare he scold Youngjae for letting the maknae gain back the sleep he deserved. He had no right to say so when he and his disgustingly cheesy lover were the main causes of his lack of sleep.
Youngjae lifted a hand to pat Junhong’s head. He fondled with the blonde locks, gently pushing the blue-ish bangs aside that revealed the maknae’s childlike yet handsome features. The vocalist felt the younger boy’s even breathing ghost across his skin and his soft hair brushing against his neck. He watched his chest heave up and down steadily and Youngjae couldn’t help but smile. Junhong looked so peaceful, like it was the first time he could properly sleep since ages.
Youngjae pushed his mug aside, opting to give up on trying to fully enjoy his coffee. It was too sweet, anyway. He leaned onto Junhong’s head and closed his eyes, sleep slowly taking over him as he drifted off to dreamland.
Screw Himchan. All he wanted to do was get some sleep.