𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

s. jaeyun : 02:56 am ( r )

wc : 1.0k
prompt (s) : "fine! we'll both take the bed! happy?!" & "is that my shirt?"

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"jake, come on, it's late and i'm tired. can we please just call it a night and go to bed?" you plead to the dark-haired boy as you set the gaming controller down. "we've been playing this game for the past four hours and it's almost three in the morning."

although your boyfriend groans in protest, he pauses the game and turns to you. "let me save our progress, and then we can go to bed."

you nod your head as he pulls up the menu tab, standing up to go back to his bedroom. you were thankful his parents and older brother were away, allowing the two of you to finally have some alone time together.

rubbing your eyes tiredly, you pad down the hallway to his room, opening the door and switching on the light in search of your bag. you spot it on the floor next to his bed.

you exhale as you reach down, opening your backpack and shuffling through it in search of pajamas; you still don't know why you hadn't changed into something more comfortable sooner.

your eyebrows begin to furrow, though, when you can't find anything to wear, only the jeans and frilly shirt you planned on wearing the next day. grumbling under your breath you stand, cursing yourself for being foolish enough to forget fricking pajamas.

looking around jake's room, your eyes catch his open closet. he wouldn't mind if you wore his clothes, right?

fuck it, you thought as you walked over to the closet. we're together and i've worn his hoodies before, it's fine.

scanning his shirts, you settle for a black t-shirt with a saying you didn't even bother to read. you grab that and a pair of grey sweat pants, hoping he won't mind you taking not one, but two items of clothing.

you trudge to the bathroom and shut the door behind you, immediately unclasping your bra and stripping off your clothes in favor of the much comfier ones you had stolen from your boyfriend.

as you shrug on the t-shirt, you're instantly hit with the smell of jake, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't like it. inhaling deeply, you pull his sweats onto your figure, an amused laugh leaving your mouth when you realize how big they are on you.

bending down, you roll up the ends of the pants a little before grabbing your clothes and folding them quickly, eager to finally get to bed after a long night of staring at a television screen and yelling at jake for not letting you win mario kart.

just as you unlocked and opened the bathroom door, you were met with a shirtless jake, a pair of black sweatpants hanging on his hips. "is that my shirt?"

"uh, yeah. i didn't have any pj's so i thought i'd steal some of yours. i hope you don't mind," you managed to get out, silently thanking the universe for not letting you stumble over your words.

"no, it's fine. they look good on you anyway," jake said, his eyes traveling up and down your body, a grin beginning to grow on his face. "i see the sweats are a bit too long."

you snorted as you looked down at your feet. "yeah, it's fine, though. they're comfortable regardless of being too big."

"good," your boyfriend exclaims, taking your hand and leading you back to his room.

as jake closes the door behind him, you shove your clothes back in your bag before flopping on his bed and staring up at the ceiling. "i'm so tired."

"me too," jake says, going over to his closet and grabbing some things from the top shelf.

"what're you doing?" you ask in confusion, tilting your head as you watch him tuck a blanket and pillow under his arm.

jake turns to you. "i'm grabbing these so i'm not entirely uncomfortable on the couch."

"the couch?" you ask, fully sitting up now. "you can't be serious - why the hell are you gonna sleep on the couch?"

"to give you space," jake said, already walking out of the room.

you practically jumped up from your spot on the bed, rushing to follow him out of the bedroom. "babe, no. if anything, i'm the one that should be taking the couch since this is your house."

"it's fine, really," jake said, not bothering to spare you a glance. "i don't want you to feel pressured to sleep with me."

you scoff as you grab his arm, hauling him to a stop in the middle of the hallway and forcing his eyes to meet yours. "you're not sleeping on the couch. come on, let's just go to bed."

"that's what i'm trying to do," jake said as he turned back around.

you watched, dumbfounded as he walked into the living room. why did you have to have such an overly caring boyfriend?

shaking your head at the situation, you continued to follow after him, pressing the matter at hand. "jake sim, i am not going to let you sleep on the couch when we're a literal couple. babe, please get back in your room before i have to drag your ass there myself."

your boyfriend turned around at that, half kidding when he said, "i'd like to see you try."

groaning, you grabbed him and started to pull, thankful that he wasn't actually trying to put up a fight. "come on. this is the most stupid thing to be discussing."

"alright, fine. we'll both take the bed. happy?" jake said, finally giving in to you.

"yes, very much. i've been dying to hear those words from you for the past ten minutes," you say, shooting him a playful glare.

letting out a laugh, jake lets you pull him all the way to his bedroom, relieved to finally get some rest, even if he was set on sleeping on the couch to avoid making you uncomfortable. but, in reality, he was rather happy that you were willing to put up a fight to get him to sleep in the same bed as you, even if it was just a tiny one.