ONESHOTS || MEANIE ● WONMIN

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Heavy.

Wonwoo thought to himself.

Not again.

The man tries to raise his head. His torso, crushed by a weight he's all too familiar with by this point. His eyes land on the clock right by his bedside. Trained by the routine he has to go through, just because of this very weight that always wakes him up at this early hour.

"3 a.m." His voice, a whisper as he grimaces at the time.

The weight on his chest squirms. Wonwoo can only curse mentally, as even though he might be pissed to hell and back for being woken up at this hour for the past two weeks, he somehow still finds it in his heart to remain calm and not cause a fit. Though, it seems pretty rational if he did.

He looks down at his torso. The huge lump just wrapped around him, snoozing away without a care in the world. Lips parted, soft snores escaping. His hair, tousled everywhere, sprawls across Wonwoo's chest, now long enough to even tickle his nose.

Wonwoo does his best to stretch his neck. The tension, knotting, makes its side go numb as the minutes slip by.

When he couldn't take it anymore, he gently shakes the sleeping body wrapped around him.

"Mingyu, wake up for a sec. I need to pee." he lies, trying to make an escape from the muscled man's grasp.

Mingyu just shakes his head, moving further up to nestle his head against Wonwoo's neck.

Great.

"Dude, I'm gonna pee on both of us if you don't let me go."

Mingyu blinks at the threat. Wonwoo can see from the way his eyes shift that the man is still deliberating whether to let him go or risk the chance of getting pissed on at 3 in the morning.

With a disgruntled groan, Mingyu's arms loosen around Wonwoo's waist. The older man takes this chance and quickly slips away from his side, off the bed. His tired body stretches after hours of probable immobility, held down by Mingyu in his sleep.

Walking out of his room, he stretches even more, hearing every crack of his bones and feeling every knot inside him finally loosen.

He doesn't really need to pee, but there was no way he was going back in there to be crushed again by Mingyu's weight. The couch didn't seem that inviting either.

Standing in the middle of the living room, he decides to just go to Mingyu's room and sleep there.

Yes, the man has his own room. A much larger one at that. Why he chose to sleep in Wonwoo's room for the past weeks?

Wonwoo has no clue.

He opens the door and immediately plops down onto the large bed. Its softness instantly lulls him to sleep.

Just as he's about to drift back into dreamland, he hears the door click and squeak. Wonwoo just curses and turns his head to the other side of the room, already knowing what it was.

"Hyung... why didn't you come back?" Mingyu's soft voice almost makes Wonwoo feel guilty for lying to him.

Almost.

Wonwoo remains silent, pretending to have already fallen asleep, hoping Mingyu would take the hint and just leave him to sleep alone.

Mingyu, being the ever-dense (or maybe just pretending to be) and clingy person that he is, decides to climb into bed and slip right into Wonwoo's side, resuming the position from earlier, now in his own bed.