Obsession

65

Honey.
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"I'm saying this for the last time Jeongin, wake up" The sound of Chan's passive-aggressive voice startled him awake for the fifth time.

Today wasn't a good day for him. He could feel it. He was dreaded and tired, he felt more emotional and had the urge to just hide away from reality. But he knew it was better to behave, than to listen to his own thoughts, but he just felt so extremely tired today.

"C-can't I stay...I'm n-not feeling so well" he crokked out with a raspy morning voice, tilting his head to the side as he tried not to fail back asleep again.

He felt a hands slap onto his forehead, causing him to yelp and frown in confusion. That was until he realized Chan was probably checking his temperature. So he gently grabbed his hands, intertwined them as he looked up at him with the tiniest smile he was able to give out.

"I didn't mean physically..I-i'm not sick..I'm just..v-very moody today" he explained, hoping that Chan wouldn't be upset with his explanation.

He knew he couldn't just get his way just like that if Chan or Seungmin told him no, but he could always try and explain. And if they got upset, well, then it was his lost and he shouldn't risk his life trying to argue with them. Though, even though Chan seemed quite stressed out, the man still sort of came out as calm and collected this very moment. And instead of pulling him up and pushing him out of bed, he just sat by the side of the bed, a hand between the younger's thighs massaging them gently.

"Even if you aren't that fresh today, you still have to wake up darling. You can't just lay around and assume that today is going to be bad. You don't want us to get effected by your mood will you? You don't want to do that to us, right?" He asked, looking at him with innocent like eyes. And Jeongin fell into the trap, shaking his head gently as he rose up, supporting himself up with his hands.

"No..you don't deserve that..but I just want to rest today..but that doesn't mean I'm pushing you away..i-i..you're more than welcomed t-to cuddle with me" Jeongin spoke nervously, fiddling with his hands as he thought to himself for a second.

"I'd love to stay with you in here..but this is not my room darling. Let's move downstairs yeah?".

As Chan proposed, he picked up the younger. They made it downstairs where he was put on the couch, a blanket wrapped around his body, as Chan turned the TV on. He was left alone for then, since Chan had to check up on something. He couldn't exactly pay attention to the TV thus current moment, he was still trying to wake up, and he just didn't feel well emotionally today, he just wanted to be a bit secluded but not completely alone. He fiddles with his hands a bit, he was still a bit tired from the lack of sleep and depressing thoughts he had.

He sighed to himself, trying to be more comfortable in the new yet familiar setting he was put into, turning to face the TV again, but eventually stared off into space again. Lost in thoughts that kept replaying and rolling through his head, as if it's an advertisement.

He didn't exactly know what he was doing with himself anymore, and it frustrated him. He felt content with building the bond he had with the men, he loved them, but it was confusing. He was confused, in a deep debate. He was so conflicted between the reality of the outside world, vs the reality of inside this house, with these men. And complaining wasn't a thing he liked to do, mainly due to the consequences it held for him. But he couldn't just ignore the constant talking between the devil and the angel on his shoulders.

Everytime they weren't by his side, he always debated against them, thinking comfortably about his past before this, his thoughts of escaping this place never felt exactly as guilt tripping as it did when they were around. But when they were near, he just wanted them and no one else. when they held him, he didn't believe he needed anything else than them. It made him a bit upset, how he just wanted them..more like needed them to near him, so he didn't think about stuff that would 'hurt' them. But he loved the time of being alone, debating with himself.