Wooyoung woke from a bad dream, startling awake. Eyes snapping open and sitting up immediately, he groaned in pain as he looked around, seeing the early morning sunlight shining through the window.
Calming down, Wooyoung put a hand behind him to support his torso as he tenderly touched his abdomen. Nursing his pain, Wooyoung glanced down to see the white blankets over his legs with little leaves printed on it... His weren't usually that colour...
And that was when he realised, he'd fallen asleep in Yeosang's bed.
Immediately looking beside him, he saw Yeosang's fluffy head of hair digging into his pillow as he pulled at the blankets, groaning.
And Wooyoung's heart jump started. 'H-Hyung...'
'Mmmwot?' The low sound of his tired voice rung out around the room as he pulled at the blankets again, tucking more into a ball.
Settling back down beside him, Wooyoung gazed at the blonde, thanking the universe that yesterday hadn't all been a dream. Sure, some things still felt different between them, but being here - being acknowledged, by his brother, was more than Wooyoung could ever ask for.
'Stopstaringa'me,' Yeosang groaned, his eyes not even opening.
'No.'
Yeosang's eyes snapped open, staring straight at him, almost making Wooyoung jump in surprise. 'Did you just do something for yourself?'
Wooyoung groaned, reaching out and shaking his brother to annoy him. 'Not this again~n~n~. Go back to sleep. I liked you better when you weren't awake.'
Groaning as he was shaken, Yeosang rolled his eyes before reaching out and shaking him right back. 'I'm still mad,' he said without much emotion at all in his voice.
Wooyoung pouted sadly, retracting his hands. 'I know...'
'Aissh- ya! Don't you dare cry. I was joking. Kind of...'
'Whatever. I wasn't joking when I said I liked you better asleep. Now close your eyes.'
A few moments passed before a small smile grew on Yeosang's lips. 'Ya~a~a~a~.' He suddenly reached an arm over Wooyoung's waist and started pulling him close, making knees and elbows and legs awkwardly clash together.
'Aw~w~w~ wha~a~a~t?' Wooyoung groaned as his brother shuffled over, resting their foreheads together somewhat uncomfortably as Yeosang pulled at him, and Wooyoung pulled away half heartedly, unable to hide a smile forming on his lips.
'Don't sul~l~l~k.'
Wooyoung laughed finally, giving in and pushing Yeosang's legs out of the way before resting down. 'Ya since when do you practice the fine craft of aegyo?'
'Shut up.'
'Aaaand there it goes.' Sighing, Wooyoung let his eyes flutter shut, humming a little in content.
'You know, most siblings don't fall asleep in each other's beds.'
'Is that a subtle way of telling me to get out?'
Yeosang laughed. 'No,' he replied flatly.
'Most siblings are too pussy to be honest about how they feel and speak to each other,' Wooyoung said, reaching a hand across the small space between them and clutching his shirt in his hands - a comfort act he'd done since they were little.
Suddenly hugging him even closer though, causing Wooyoung's arms to jam between them, Yeosang hummed. 'I like how we are.'
Wooyoung rolled his eyes underneath their eyelids. 'Did anyone say we had to change?' he asked sarcastically, but when he didn't hear the response he was expecting, he opened his eyes to see Yeosang's soft eyes staring at him, obvious emotion woven deep within those dark irises...
'Hyung-ah...' Wooyoung said softly, distress rising within him as he picked up on something inside Yeosang that wasn't all rainbows and butterflies.
Leaning forward, Yeosang pecked Wooyoung on the cheek, hugging him. 'Don't ever scare me like that again,' he said softly, his voice raw and low. 'Okay?'
Ignoring the uncomfortable position, Wooyoung nodded, nuzzling against him and smiling as his heart lifted and happiness unlike anything else in the world numbed the all of the pain deep in his soul.
'I won't.'
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A/N: Ugh okay one more
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