After a depressing break up and a lot of whining, Jisung convinces himself to try Tinder again. One night after swiping on the app, he comes across a man who definitely fit his standard and was his ideal type, but to Jisung's annoyance, they didn't...
59, 998. 59, 999. 69,000. Okay... so counting sheep wasn't a good idea. All it did was give Jisung an urge to go out and buy a wool sweater.
Who was the genius that came up with the idea to count sheep anyway? Wouldn't kangaroos or frogs, or something that actually jumps make more sense? All sheep do all day is stand around grazing...
God, Jisung was just rambling to himself at this point. I am never going to get sleep if I can't settle down and let my mind rest.
He began to rub his eyes with the heels of his hands. He was so close to crying out in frustration. I just want to go to sleep!
Jisung had been wide-awake for hours now. Minho on the other hand had managed to fall asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.
He had considered getting up, but there was the issue of the fact that he was sleeping with his head on Minho's chest and was being held tightly by him. And he wouldn't want to wake him up...
Looking over, Jisung stared at the bright red digital numbers on the alarm clock. 1:59. 2:00. 2:01. 2:02. 2:03. 2:04.
That was the final straw for Jisung.He had decided. If I am going to be awake, then Minho is going to suffer with me.
"Minho," he said softly. No response. "Minho?" He repeated, a little louder this time. Still... no response.
"Min—" The sleeping man muttered something and then tightened his hold on Jisung. "Are you... Are you awake?"
"No," Minho muttered.
"If you weren't awake then you wouldn't be able to answer me."
"No, I wasn't awake until you decided to ask me," he clarified.
"Oh," Jisung said, keeping up the innocent idea.
There was a moment of silence. "Minho, I can't sleep."
"Try counting sheep then," he offered.
Oh my god. "I have done that already. Why do you count sheep when you can't sleep? And why do they always have to be jumping over a fence? Does that make any sense to you?"
"No," was all he answered.
"What do I do now?" Jisung whined, and that was it. He didn't get a response. A minute later, he heard Minho's deep even breathing. The guy had fallen back asleep on him.
"Hey," Jisung began again. "Do you know that—"
"No," Minho said, shortly opening up one eye so he could half glare at him. If there was something that he hated the most, it was being disturbed in his sleep. And Jisung was no exemption to that.
"Woooww," he drawled. "How rude."
"You woke me up," Minho pointed out. "That's rude too."
"Well then I guess we're even now."
Again. Silence filled the room for a while. "Jisung, what should I do to get you to sleep? Should I knock you out with my fists right now?"
"You're scaring me right now, you know?"
"Sorry, I didn't mean that. My humor is just weird," Minho sighed and ran his free hand in Jisung's hair, caressing it gently.
The action made Jisung's eyes feel heavy. It was such a pleasant feeling. And it reminded him of those times when his mother used to do that to him whenever he was unable to sleep.
"Is this working? Does this make you feel sleepy?"
Smiling, Jisung nodded and said, "Yeah, thank you."
"I'm glad," Minho smiled and he pulled Jisung towards him, drawing him in for a deep-kiss. His lips moved fervently against Jisung's and he nibbled on his bottom lip before sliding his tongue in his mouth.
Smiling into the kiss, Jisung melted into his loving touches. When they both pulled away, they couldn't help but smile from ear to ear.
"Goodnight, Jisung. Sleep tight."
"You too. Goodnight, Minho"
✎ To be continued...
I literally long for someone to cuddle me in bed. It hurts.
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