Stendhal's Syndrome - JongSang ✔︎

Chapter 7

"Do you think they'll start dating soon or do you think they already started?" a voice asked, causing Yeosang to shift and awaken a bit, his brain wanting to switch off again.

Whoever was talking in his room could kindly fuck off and let him sleep.

"I don’t think they’d be dating already. They've hardly started talking to each other for about a week now."

Yeosang was puzzled as to why people were having that conversation in his room and he wanted to yell at them, but the gentle weight around his waist and the comfortable feeling under his large blanket allowed him to fall asleep once again without a problem. Whatever they were talking about didn't matter at that moment.

Yeosang woke again roughly an hour later and this time, he understood why people were talking in his room about someone, most likely him and Jongho, dating.

He found the males arm wrapped around his waist and he was pulled close to the bare chest. The only thing saving him from skin contact was his fluffy blanket but even then did it hardly save him. He felt himself go warm and he decided to stay still and wait for the younger to wake up. At least he didn't have a hard-on and thanked the gods for that one kind favour.

It took some time and so he lay there thinking of everything.

Of how he was born with a stupid Syndrome. The fact that the odds were in his favour and sent someone to live beside him that made him pass out just by looking at them. The way it took a week to end up in the situation where he was now, in the person's arms. Of how the person was so fucking hot and the chest just worthy of being grabbed but he wasn’t doing that.

Yeosang knew he should stop his thoughts, especially when they started becoming unholy but he didn't. He allowed his mind to rampage and produce scenarios that weren’t safe for others to know of. 

"Just imagine being puddy in his large hands and he treats me like his own marionette for me to do what he pleases," Yeosang thought, shivering at the idea of being controlled. "And I just obey and allow his hands to roam my body and his mouth to mark me with purple and blue reminders of our time."

Yeosang felt himself start growing stiff at the thoughts and he quickly thought of disturbing things to calm himself down before he'd wake Jongho with a protruding rod through his trousers.

Luckily, he managed to calm down just enough to feel settled again. The male turned his head to the side to glance at the figure that still slept with his arms around the older’s waist. 

Yeosang wondered how much he slept per night if he managed to be on his fourth hour of sleep or if he was just asleep because of the peaceful condition. The male felt pride in him when he could look at the younger's face without fainting. Although he got dizzy, he could look long enough to feel satisfied.

Long enough to examine the lashes that fluttered softly over Jongho's delicate cheeks. The way his mouth formed a position that reminded Yeosang of a pout. His squishy cheeks looking adorable and perfect to bite or just squish. The boopable nose and the way his black hair fell to the side. He looked exquisite.

Shortly after Yeosang’s thoughts went from dirty to soft, Jongho began stirring and the older male quickly pretended to have just woken up as well so it wouldn't be weird when Jongho realized that he had pulled the male close to him.

"Morning," Yeosang said with a small stretch and a raspy voice. 

Jongho blearily opened his eyes and noticed how they were sleeping. Instead of quickly pulling away like how Yeosang assumed he would do, he squeezed the male tighter and buried his nose in the older’s brown hair. Yeosang felt giddy.