"You think they're still sleeping?" Jaemin asked in a hushed tone, bags under his eyes and clothes fresh from Jeno's closet.
"They'll be sleeping or fucking for all I know. The rooms are soundproof for a reason." Renjun shrugged, eyes flickering back and forth to the doorknob and the white wall beside it.
The moment they dismissed themselves from the Park household was the moment they feared.
They hopped in the Chinese's car and drove to his apartment for the night, with Jaemin not having the chance to sleep peacefully because of the constant unholy noises coming from the couple's room.
It's really a safe decision when Jaemin settles in the unoccupied room, but because the walls are thin, he almost yeets back to the Park's. At least the rooms there are soundproof.
Anyway, the two came back again, merely to check on the situation. Mostly to shrug off the negative thoughts that've been running through their minds since they left the two.
It was unsaid, but they knew the other's been thinking about it.
First is the claiming part. The second is the possible pregnancy part. Although they also knew that betas are hardly hit by pregnancy, but we never knew. Chohee's a girl, they say.
So here they are, in front of their friend's closed door, scared of what's to be seen inside.
"Should we not see them?" Jaemin awkwardly suggested.
"You're right. Let's just go to Chenle's. It's just a few blocks anyway."
Yeah, they retreated.
Funny.
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It wasn't the sunlight. The thick curtains were all down.
It wasn't the light bulbs either. The room's dark and cold.
Nor the air conditioner, nor the slightest sounds.
It was his dream.
Jisung gasped out loud like he was drowning, his eyes widely snapped open, and his heart was erratically beating.
His temperature is slightly normal, and the bubbling pain in his stomach is already bearable. No lust, no signs of wanting to release.
Jisung squinted his eyes in an attempt to see a single thing through his darkened space, but he ended up seeing nothing.
So with the familiarity, he blindly swung his hand to his bedside table, hoping to find either his phone or the switch to his lamp.
