The Boyz smut collection

Sangyeon : a friend in need

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Normally, you slept warm. Very warm. Okay, hot. When you crashed with Sangyeon and the two of you squeezed into a definitely-made-for-one-person bed, there were times when you didn't even bother with blankets. Seriously, if he ever got tired of the idol life, your friend would make an excellent space heater. Suffice it to say, waking up in the middle of the night because you were feeling downright chilly was not a usual occurrence, especially at the dorms. But you did and you were cold, as the goosebumps covering your body could attest. Instinctively, you moved to curl closer to Sangyeon, frowning when you met only empty space.

Your eyes fluttered open and you waited for them to adjust to the darkness to confirm that, yes, you were alone in the bed. You let your gaze dart about the room, sitting up in bed when no sign of Sangyeon was to be found, feeling sleepy and puzzled. Maybe he had gone to the bathroom? Telling yourself that, you curled back up under the covers and waited, the steady hum of the air conditioning explaining the chill in the room, and reminding you that you weren't going to be able to fall back asleep until Sangyeon came back and brought his body heat with him.

When several minutes had passed and he hadn't returned, you sat back up with a groan. You glanced at the clock on the nearby nightstand. It was half past two in the morning. Way too late (or early, depending on your perspective, you supposed) to be off doing whatever he must be doing. If he was working right now, you were unfortunately not going to be surprised because you knew how hard he worked and how much he cared about making sure he did what he could to keep the burden on his members to a minimum. Admirable though that may be, Sangyeon was your priority and if you had to drag him back to bed and nag him into letting himself sleep, you would.

With a sigh, you pushed back the covers and climbed out of the bed. Grabbing the zip-up hoodie your friend had left hanging off the back of his desk chair, you slid your arms into the sleeves and pulled the sides across your front. In the darkness, your feet found the extra set of slippers by the door, and you made your way out of the room.

As you crept down the hall, careful to be as quiet as possible so as not to wake any of the others, you slowly became aware of a soft blue light coming from down the hall in the direction of the living area. You made your way towards it and the muffled noise that must have been the television. Insomnia wasn't exactly fun either, but it beat working into the middle of the night, and you hoped you would find your friend either passed out in front of the television or mindlessly watching late night programming to bore himself back to a state of tiredness.

If Sangyeon was asleep, you didn't want to wake him, so you slid your feet out of the slippers at the end of the hall, bare feet carrying you into the bigger space and to the couch where – yes – you spotted the back of a very familiar head. A fond smile turned your lips up at the corners as you glanced up and saw a movie playing that you knew he'd watched at least a hundred times. Insomnia, then.

You tiptoed around the corner of the couch and stopped dead in your tracks at the sight that met you.

Maybe if it hadn't been the middle of the night and you weren't still in that groggy, half-asleep state, your brain would have put the pieces together sooner, but you were and it didn't. And honestly, if you thought about it later, anyone would be surprised. Anyone would take several minutes to process...that.

Sangyeon.

His head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut and lips parted, breath sharp and audible from where you stood two arms' lengths away. Sleep pants pushed down in the front enough for him to – he was –

That was his hand stroking himself, that was his cock, and it was hard and your eyes zeroed in on the slick slide of his fist up and down, the way his thumb brushed across the tip with every pass. You couldn't look away as his hips jerked into his own grasp, each upward thrust sending a bolt of unexpected, all too tempting want through your own body. Your thighs pressed together unconsciously, as if the friction could do a damned thing to dampen the heat that was slowly making its way through you like molten lava.