𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 || ᴍᴜʟᴛɪ

we're not over(we're bipolar)

Ship; Juyeon X Eric

Group; THE BOYZ

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Eric glances at the clock that hangs on their wall right above the tv they barely manage to afford.

It's late and his lover still hasn't shown signs of life. It's worrying him and he's trying to reach him on his phone, leaving several voicemails and even calling the office only to hear that he'd left hours earlier.

Nothing much to do than wait and it was exactly what was killing Eric.

He and Juyeon were much more than this, having been through so much for them to start this now.

Hell, they'd barely managed to finish solving their no communication issue the other day with Chnagmin breathing down both their necks until they finally decided to reconcile.

Their arguments were always small and required little to no talking for it to disperse into thin air but that's exactly what they lacked, communication and availability.

When Eric wanted one thing, Juyeon wanted the other and that's where it's begin, the endless "We can never seem to agree on one fucking thing".

And it takes a toll on both of them so much that it turns to another break apart from each other.

Like every other night, Eric patiently awaits his lover to walk through those bland white doors he'd been staring at for the past one hour or more, he'd lost count.

His head hurts and his eyelids are dropping from tiredness and wanton to sleep, cuddle his boyfriend, probably, in a warm and cozy bed.

None of the above seem to be happening and as he lets out the longest yawn of the night yet, he stretches his limbs and just gets up to head to bed, dinner long forgotten.

On his way, he grabs his bottle of sleeping pills, taking in his usual dosage of two pills and nothing more before taking it with him to the room.

His minds drifts a little to Juyeon once more.

This happens all the time he thinks - it's probably that the phone fell and he's in traffic - he's consoling himself, terrible at that.

It's not enough confirmation but he'll take it than nothing as he retires to his wanted yet neglected bed, falling face first and not bothering to get any piece of clothing off of his body.

He heaves out a sigh of relief and turns a little, feeling the bones in his back make some noise of discomfort but he pays them no mind, he just needs the sleep to come lure him and he'll follow like a bewitched man.

No one could resist sleep, it's just inevitable and being already tired just allows that to come easily.

He thinks once and twice about his boyfriend and whether he's really okay like he's convinced himself but then he feels his mind going into a haze and all thoughts of concern fly out his mind and he's covered in a warm blanket of sleep, clouds around his head that envelop him.

Just as his eyes close and he's about to slip out of this world's grasp and worries, he feels the annoying creak their door lets out.

He knows he's told Juyeon about a thousand and one times to get some lubricant so they can apply it but either he forgets each time his foot leaves the edge of their doorstep or he just didn't care.

Either way, it was bad and it woke Eric up with a groan and a frown on his pretty face.

He squinted his eyes to see who it was and he shouldn't even be surprised because who else would it be?