Once his shift at the library ended, Y/N grabbed his things and went home.
He walked outside and the wind whipped his face. The cold stung as he dug through his bag to find his jumper. When he found it, he took it out and pulled it over his head. Although, it didn't do much against the cold.
When he got home, he took his jumper off and shoved it back into the bag. Then, he stumbled into his room and put the bag by the door neatly.
He flopped onto his bed and sighed. He was exhausted. After a few moments of rest, Y/N forced himself to stand up. He collapsed into his chair and spun around to face his computer.
Suddenly, he felt hands on his shoulder. He turned around quickly in shock to find his father standing there looking annoyed. Y/N blinked and yawned.
"How much sleep did you get last night?" Phil asked, looking down at his son sternly.
"I don't know 2, 3 hours? Doesn't matter," Y/N replied trying to turn back to the computer but Phil held him in place.
"I told you to sleep at 10 and you said you would, you need sleep," the old man sighed.
"I know dad, I'm just really busy," the boy explained hurriedly.
"What was so important that meant you lost sleep over it?" Phil sat on Y/N's bed facing him.
'You know, everything," Y/N spun in his chair.
"I will force you to sleep in my room whilst I stream if you do not sleep tonight," Phil said sternly.
"Alright," the teen agreed.
Phil ruffled Y/N's hair then left the room. Y/N stared at his computer screen and started typing furiously.
After a few hours, his eyes were sore and his eyelids felt heavy. Although, he ignored the growing exhaustion and continued editing the video.
The next day, Phil walked into Y/N's room to find him asleep in his chair with his computer still on. Phil sighed and walked over to him. He grunted as he picked the boy up and laid him on his bed.
Later that day, Phil was streaming when Y/N walked in. He stumbled over to his father and sunk into the chair next to him. Y/N rested his head on Phil's shoulder and groaned when he moved.
"Hey kiddo," Phil said, running a hand through Y/N's hair.
The teen mumbled a reply then leant back in his chair.
"You alright?" The older male asked, glancing at his son.
"Yeah," Y/N grunted as he sat up. The boy glanced at his phone to see someone calling him. He quickly declined the call and ignored the messages.
"He keeps messaging me," Y/N complained, placing his phone on the desk.
"Just block him," Phil replied, focusing on his computer.
"I've tried, he just got a new number," The teen sighed.
Then, Y/N got a phone call. He picked up his phone and left the room. When he answered the call, his voice was just quiet enough for the stream to not hear.
"Hi Tommy," Y/N said.
"Hey, have you finished editing the video?" Tommy asked.
"Yeah, I'll send it to you," the black-haired male sighed.
"You alright?" The blonde question, concerned for his friend.
"Just a bit overwhelmed with work," Y/N flopped onto the couch.
"If it's stressing you out, I can get someone else to do it, it's not a problem," Tommy suggested.
"No, no, it's fine," Y/N quickly said. He enjoyed editing his friend's videos, even if it meant missing out on sleep.
"You sure?" Tommy asked, not wanting to give him too much work.
"I'm fine Tommy, seriously," Y/N huffed, running a hand through his hair.
"If you say so. Bye man," Tommy ended the call.
Y/N groaned as he pushed himself off the sofa. He stumbled back into his father's room and threw himself back into the chair.
"Oh! I'm going to see Tommy on Saturday, do you wanna come?" Phil asked his son.
"Why not. At least then I'll be able to discuss my payment face to face," Y/N grumbled.
