Don't worry, baby
"Minho, I can't sleep."
Minho groans, patting Jinki's butt in his attempt to lull him back to sleep. He has been trying to shake off the other's tossing and turning but it's more than just perturbing. He can tell that Jinki is obviously not able to get any sleep. He wants to help him back to sleep, but his body refuses to cooperate. He's had a long day at work, and is expected to be there first thing in the morning. After a few minutes of talking to an unresponsive Minho, Jinki sighs and grumbles audibly, scooting over to the other side of the bed. Minho makes a sound of protest, but he sleeps it off anyway.
When Minho wakes up, he finds the spot next to him empty. And cold. He doesn't like that feeling. He needs the warmth that radiates from the other man. The warmth that makes him all cozy and contented.
Minho instinctively switches on the nightstand lamp and searches for Jinki in the living room. There he is, cuddled up on the couch draped in his favourite navy blue blanket. Minho had bought it for Jinki and named it Mr Sleepy. The older man has his legs up on the couch, resting his cheek on his knees and locking his legs with his arms.
"What's wrong?" Minho asks from behind the couch.
"Nothing." The small voice mumbles out, the owner still unmoving.
Minho pulls Jinki back towards him by the shoulders, trapping him in his broad arms. He then nuzzles his face in Jinki's hair to get a waft of the older's citrus shampoo.
"Tell me."
"I can't sleep."
"Is Mr Sleepy not helping you sleep?"
"Nah, not really. I'm just thinking. About a lot of things." Minho kisses his cheek comfortingly.
"And what would they be?"
Jinki tips his head up from where he was previously squished in Minho's arms from the back of the couch and pats the spot next to him. Minho wordlessly sits down like an obedient child and presses close to Jinki's side, wrapping his arms around Jinki's waist.
"Do you. Do you still love me?" Minho knows where this is going but hums, just for good measure.
"Hm i guess not..." Minho can almost see Jinki's eyes widen, despite the darkness blanketing the living room. The older man is obviously trying his best to not jump in surprise at the unexpected answer. But then again, he doesn't really know what to expect when it comes to Minho.
"Um. I-okay. I see." Jinki is unable to hide his scowl and folds his arm.
"No. What i feel towards you is more than just love. I really cherish what we have now. I don't even know what i'm getting myself into, but i'm falling deeper each day, and I certainly don't want to let it go. Ever. You're too perfect, baby." Jinki decidedly brushes off the compliment.
"Yah..That's not funny. Stop trying to be funny. You always fail. Cheeseball." Jinki can't resist to let out a relieved sigh. He feels idiotic to let this ruin his sleep, as well as Minho's, but his mind wouldn't rest and every time he shuts his eyes, he imagines all the worst possibilities. The thought of ending their relationship brings him to a spiral of thoughts and scares him to no end.
Minho isn't stupid. He has gone through this with Jinki numerous times, where the older man would worry over things and eventually losing his sleep. Minho admits though, that he is still laden with sleep and he is supposed to wake up in a few hours' time. Still, he knows that all Jinki needs is a little reassurance and unless he does something about it, he bets Jinki wouldn't be getting any sleep at all.
"And I'm not your baby."
Minho releases his grip around Jinki's body and looks him right in the eye. "Oh? Then whose baby are you?"
"I'm umma's baby, of course! What do you mean whose?
"Well, umma told me she doesn't want a 25-year-old baby. But I know someone who does. Me." This earns a hearty laugh from Jinki, who is unable to hold in his mirth at how the younger man refuses to lose, even to Jinki's mum.
"Whatever, giant baby." Jinki kisses off the bewildered look from Minho's face and reaches out to interlock their fingers.
"Are you ready to sleep now? I am working tomorrow, remember?" Minho pinches Jinki's nose at this, and Jinki tries to bite his hand, but the younger man is quick to retract his hand.
Jinki yawns, and threads his fingers through Minho's auburn locks. "I'm sorry, Minho, for making you worry over this."
"Anything for you, baby. Don't worry about a thing, okay?" Minho presses a kiss to the crown of Jinki's head and brings his thumbs to the older's lips. He then uses them to tug his lips upwards. "Smile?"
Jinki's eyes are drooping low at this point, but he manages to smile, still holding onto the last bit of his consciousness. "You wanna go back to the room?"
The older man shakes his head and buries his face in Minho's chest. The taller man pats jinki's back in a slow rhythm. A few moments pass, and Jinki's already snoring softly.
"Good night, Mr Sleepy. Good night, Jinki."
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"Jinki." Minho slightly shakes the other. Jinki, I can't sleep."
Minho groans, patting Jinki's butt in his attempt to lull him back to sleep. He has been trying to shake off the other's tossing and turning but it's more than just perturbing. He can tell that Jinki is obviously not able to get any sleep. He wants to help him back to sleep, but his body refuses to cooperate. He's had a long day at work, and is expected to be there first thing in the morning. After a few minutes of talking to an unresponsive Minho, Jinki sighs and grumbles audibly, scooting over to the other side of the bed. Minho makes a sound of protest, but he sleeps it off anyway.
When Minho wakes up, he finds the spot next to him empty. And cold. He doesn't like that feeling. He needs the warmth that radiates from the other man. The warmth that makes him all cozy and contented.
Minho instinctively switches on the nightstand lamp and searches for Jinki in the living room. There he is, cuddled up on the couch draped in his favourite navy blue blanket. Minho had bought it for Jinki and named it Mr Sleepy. The older man has his legs up on the couch, resting his cheek on his knees and locking his legs with his arms.
"What's wrong?" Minho asks from behind the couch.
"Nothing." The small voice mumbles out, the owner still unmoving.
Minho pulls Jinki back towards him by the shoulders, trapping him in his broad arms. He then nuzzles his face in Jinki's hair to get a waft of the older's citrus shampoo.
"Tell me."
"I can't sleep."
"Is Mr Sleepy not helping you sleep?"
"Nah, not really. I'm just thinking. About a lot of things." Minho kisses his cheek comfortingly.
"And what would they be?"
Jinki tips his head up from where he was previously squished in Minho's arms from the back of the couch and pats the spot next to him. Minho wordlessly sits down like an obedient child and presses close to Jinki's side, wrapping his arms around Jinki's waist.
"Do you. Do you still love me?" Minho knows where this is going but hums, just for good measure.
"Hm i guess not..." Minho can almost see Jinki's eyes widen, despite the darkness blanketing the living room. The older man is obviously trying his best to not jump in surprise at the unexpected answer. But then again, he doesn't really know what to expect when it comes to Minho.
"Um. I-okay. I see." Jinki is unable to hide his scowl and folds his arm.
"No. What i feel towards you is more than just love. I really cherish what we have now. I don't even know what i'm getting myself into, but i'm falling deeper each day, and I certainly don't want to let it go. Ever. You're too perfect, baby." Jinki decidedly brushes off the compliment.
"Yah..That's not funny. Stop trying to be funny. You always fail. Cheeseball." Jinki can't resist to let out a relieved sigh. He feels idiotic to let this ruin his sleep, as well as Minho's, but his mind wouldn't rest and every time he shuts his eyes, he imagines all the worst possibilities. The thought of ending their relationship brings him to a spiral of thoughts and scares him to no end.
Minho isn't stupid. He has gone through this with Jinki numerous times, where the older man would worry over things and eventually losing his sleep. Minho admits though, that he is still laden with sleep and he is supposed to wake up in a few hours' time. Still, he knows that all Jinki needs is a little reassurance and unless he does something about it, he bets Jinki wouldn't be getting any sleep at all.
"And I'm not your baby."
Minho releases his grip around Jinki's body and looks him right in the eye. "Oh? Then whose baby are you?"
"I'm umma's baby, of course! What do you mean whose?
"Well, umma told me she doesn't want a 25-year-old baby. But I know someone who does. Me." This earns a hearty laugh from Jinki, who is unable to hold in his mirth at how the younger man refuses to lose, even to Jinki's mum.
"Whatever, giant baby." Jinki kisses off the bewildered look from Minho's face and reaches out to interlock their fingers.
"Are you ready to sleep now? I am working tomorrow, remember?" Minho pinches Jinki's nose at this, and Jinki tries to bite his hand, but the younger man is quick to retract his hand.
Jinki yawns, and threads his fingers through Minho's auburn locks. "I'm sorry, Minho, for making you worry over this."
"Anything for you, baby. Don't worry about a thing, okay?" Minho presses a kiss to the crown of Jinki's head and brings his thumbs to the older's lips. He then uses them to tug his lips upwards. "Smile?"
Jinki's eyes are drooping low at this point, but he manages to smile, still holding onto the last bit of his consciousness. "You wanna go back to the room?"
The older man shakes his head and buries his face in Minho's chest. The taller man pats jinki's back in a slow rhythm. A few moments pass, and Jinki's already snoring softly.
"Good night, Mr Sleepy. Good night, Jinki."
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"Jinki." Minho slightly shakes the other. Jinki, I can't sleep."