Bad Boys Bring Heaven To You

Jeongcheol 30

The bunk bed, as expected, was small for two people.

Not to that point though, it was mainly small because Seungcheol refused to move an inch of his muscle, already stiff like a dead body whilst he faced the wall, but Jeonghan twist and turned, trying to find a comfortable position but failing in doing so.

At last, he whined, "Coupsyaa!"

Seungcheol hummed in response, and it made Jeonghan more frustrated, "Why are you facing the wall?"

Why? Seungcheol felt like laughing at himself. Because he was scared if he looked over at Jeonghan once more, the man beside him will be able to hear his heart beat which he already felt like will come out of his chest any second!

"Just sleep already." Is all that Seungcheol answered.

"But I can't." And Jeonghan whined, that time, more loudly as if he wanted Seungcheol to look at him.

And his whines indeed got him Seungcheol's attention. The older turned to look in his direction, his brows narrowed, "Now what?"

"It's cold." Jeonghan began complaining, "And your bed is uncomfortable! Why is it so flat? Do we not have some pillow? This people are basterds! Atleast they should give something so people can keep their heads on comfortably! And you-"

Seungcheol covered his mouth with his palm, not letting the man speak anything anymore. Jeonghan though struggled for a while but still, Seungcheol's grip was too stiff on his skin. When he finally stopped struggling, Seungcheol let go of the hand pressed against his mouth, and even before Jeonghan could complain about it, he immediately shushed him off.

Jeonghan though had closed his mouth, his lips didn't left the pout to show he was sulking. not until Seungcheol sneaked his palm under his head, lifted it up, and kept his other arm as a pillow for Jeonghan, practically pulling him closer for warmth, "Better?"

Jeonghan froze for a second, not being able to muster up a single reply that would suit as answer.

When Jeonghan looked up, mainly to see the man who had offered his arms as pillow, he realised how dangerously close they were. As for what Seungcheol was afraid, Jeonghan could hear his heart beat, his face being few inches away from his chest was being the reason for it.

And he immediately looked away.

Seungcheol, he was too close to him!

When Jeonghan did not know what to do anymore, Seungcheol slightly caressed his hair, letting his fingers intangle them slightly, the action making Jeonghan heave a sigh of relief.

He likes when Seungcheol touches his hair.

Well, not normally though. Jeonghan had quite a long hair as compared to other men, not of shoulder length but still they covered his whole neck. Even in past, Jeonghan was extremely conscious of not letting anyone touch it intentionally or unintentionally, mainly because the touch of someone's finger rubbing on the top of his head was annoying for him.

But not with Seungcheol though. The way his fingers roamed around his hair, it was comforting in a way. Jeonghan silently closed his eyes, leaning a little closer to Seungcheol and practically keeping his head on his chest, letting the soft hands of the man go through his hair.

It was calming. Being in Seungcheol's embrace was calming. Listening to his heartbeat was calming. Even his stupid act as touching his hair was calming.

And Jeonghan didn't felt restless anymore.

"Is it working?" Seungcheol's voice was soft, almost unhearable if it wasn't for Jeonghan being so close to him already, "I have heard if you brush your fingers in someone's hair, they'll sleep easily."