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ᴘᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ - ᴊᴏᴏʏᴇᴏɴ

it was your and jooyeon's first sleepover, and he had failed to mention how clingy he gets when he's tired. sure, he's clingy on the norm, but he hasn't left your side for the past hour — not even when you would go to the bathroom.

"jooyeon, seriously, you need to chill," you say, becoming irritated at the constant touch. you both are laid out on your couch, watching titanic on your projector. ( he picked it, not you. )

"why?" he whines, dragging out the word as he pushes himself closer into you, his hair tickling your neck. you have to admit, he's a little cute right now.

"you've been attached to me for so long, dude. my left side is numb."

"that sounds like a personal problem."

groaning in annoyance, you try to adjust yourself to have more leverage on your left side, but to no avail, jooyeon scoots closer to you. at this point, you were close to shoving the boy off of you, but the sudden silence made you suspicious.
tilting your head to look at the boy, you notice his eyes struggling to stay open. he has a soft smile on his lips. "this is my favorite part."

your eyes shift to the projected movie - seeing jack seated at the table with all of the rich people, talking about his view on life. of course he likes this part.

"i have the same mindset," he says, slurring his words. "make each day... count."

glancing at him again, his eyes have now closed and his mouth is open slightly. a smile finds its way onto your face. he is cute.
you turn back to the tv and realize the movie's only 40 minutes in. did he even realize how long it is?

jooyeon moves by your side, and you feel him getting closer.

"y/n, let's lay down," he says, sitting straight up from his spot, finally leaving your side. without answering, you shift your position, laying down now with your legs between jooyeon's legs; him straddling your legs. when you're comfortable, he lays down on top of you — his face in the crook of your neck.

you can smell his shampoo; coconut and sandalwood. it's oddly comforting. your fingers lift to his hair - running them through his strands gently, while your other hand is rubbing his back.

he needed this.

jooyeon was explaining to you earlier how stressed he was with rehearsal, and how he felt he wasn't improving. but you know he was, he gets better every time he plays.

with his breathing steady on your neck, and his heart beating against your chest, you find yourself drifting to sleep with the thought of him on your mind.