the dare - c.yj & c.sb

chapter 12

taehyun just like me in the picture

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"okay.. are you good now?"

yeonjun's hands linger around the lamp light- anxious to turn it off; impatiently waiting for the younger as his fingers were itching with temptation.

he stares at him with a blank gaze- crazily eyeing soobin on how was still adjusting and readjusting his position every single second; being so restless even if it was two in the morning and the whole world was asleep.

he took his precious time stalling, acting like a slow sloth- but was bouncing with pumped up energy; having the ability to annoy yeonjun as he fluffs and re-fluffs his pillow for the umpteenth time. or as he constantly straightens and re-straightens the covers on top of him. somehow even taking a moment to fix and re-fix his hair.

he did everything possible. squirming like a little child; somehow not comfortable even if he was technically sprawled out across the whole bed.

"yes." soobin nods with uncertainty- pulling the sheets up to his chin, still playing around with his head against the pillow.

"are you sure?"

soobin sighs and pats the covers on top of him, as if they were going to run away, "yes."

yeonjun stares him down- pausing for a moment to look soobin directly in the eyes; trying to decide if he was telling the truth or not. gazing into soobin's gentle expression that had no readable emotions.

the elder inhales sharply, "okay then."

he hurriedly turns off the lamp- finally flipping the switch. allowing himself to now sink back into the tight bed and snuggle in closer to the covers; heaving happily as he could now rest peacefully.

"wait!"

the elder groans softly, "what?"

"i need water."

yeonjun pops open his eyes- the shaking eyelids taking in the dark room, "really?"

soobin turns his head to face yeonjun, "i'm parched."

yeonjun sighs, "just.. swallow your spit."

"ew."

yeonjun bites his bottom lip, "can't you just wait until the morning?"

"but i'm sick."

"congrats."

soobin shoves his shoulder, "fine. i'll just die in my sleep from dehydration."

"that's fine with me."

it falls back to silence- yeonjun saying his words half asleep as his exhausted body sinks further into the mattress; falling in love with how the sheets wrap him in a tight hug.

he didn't know why he agreed to this.

he should've just taken the couch.

"yeonjun..?"

"hm?"

"are you asleep?"

yeonjun stares right at the ceiling, "yes, i am."

soobin rolls his eyes, "very funny."

yeonjun laughs lightly.

a small moment passes by once again. the ringing fluttering into the air. seeming to trick them into thinking that it could allow them sleep.

their breathing begins to slow. their blinks tone down. their minds ease into gentleness.

"yeonjun?"

his words cut the hair sharper than a knife- pushing out a sudden scare.