↱FORBIDDEN COLORS↲ ⇾seongjoong⇽

misfortune

Seonghwa was exhausted.

The cityscape passed by the window and Seonghwa could feel his gaze zoning in and out, feel his eyes drooping closed only for him to pull them open once more.

Their comeback stage had been wildly successful, but also extremely exhausting.

And as the two vehicles carrying all of the members back to their apartment continued on, Seonghwa was finding it increasingly difficult to retain consciousness.

He was dimly aware of a hand clasped in his own.

A hand rubbing softly over where his thumb met his wrist.

He thought it was Yunho before the subtle thought crossed his awareness that Yunho was in the other vehicle.

The hand in his continued the soft touches and Seonghwa turned his head to catch sight of Hongjoong, who was staring down at where their hands were held together.

Seonghwa smiled lazily at the sight.

Hongjoong's thing with hand-holding was easily the most adorable part about his grumpy hyung.

Seonghwa shifted in his seat, turning from his window to Hongjoong.

Hongjoong jolted, movements stilling as he pulled his hand away.

Seonghwa was too tired to make words, so he let out a sound of protest instead, tightening his grip on Hongjoong's hand to keep it in place as he turned, laying his head on the older's shoulder and nuzzling in against the older's warmth.

He could feel Hongjoong tense under him, until the boy began to relax, the rubbing against Seonghwa's hand resuming.

Seonghwa hummed softly at the feeling and considered little else as he allowed unconsciousness to steal him over.

"Seonghwa."

Seonghwa made a sound of protest at being awoken, the gentle prodding of his arm forcing his eyes awake as he blinked his way into consciousness.

His heart seemed to jolt at how close he was to his Hyung's face and he was pulling away, removing his head off of the older's shoulder to regain some semblance of reality.

His head felt heavy.

God, he was so tired.

"Come on," Hongjoong's hands wrapped to Seonghwa's arm, tugging him along to get him out of the seat.

Seonghwa allowed it, maybe even found himself slumping back against the older's arm like he'd done that night when he'd ran into him after the club, let the older support his weight as they moved through the building.

He was dimly aware of the others around him, talking lowly – all ridden with the same exhaustion he felt.

Wooyoung called dibs on a shower, which Seonghwa couldn't even be bothered with.

He'd just shower in the morning.

Right now he just needed sleep.