The Second Chance of A Suicidal Idol

Passing Period (3)

The Joon-woo Ha-rin had made was not 18, almost double such, actually. Yet he felt the same discomfort in doing these explicit moves like he was fresh out of high school. Perhaps it was the immaturity biting at his bones to come out. Perhaps it was the effect that trainee life so young had on some. Or maybe the concern of his teammates was getting to him.

Ryeo Hyun stopped Joon-woo on the way to his shared room with Reggie, and looked the younger dead in the eye before asking, "Joon-woo, are you really okay with this?"

Joon-woo nodded, it was for business, he had tried to convince himself.

"Hyung, at the end of the day, won't our next paycheck be bigger?" Joon-woo asked, trying to keep the business-oriented attitude no matter the concern.

Ryeo Hyun tapped at his thigh, muscle de-flexing the tap, and sighed, "I guess, but that's not what I'm asking. You also had a strong reaction to the BGP whenever it first got popular..."

Joon-woo made sure to hold a firm eye contact with the man looking down at him with puppy-like eyes, "I'm fine with it, I swear."

Ryeo Hyun was suspicious with every fiber of his being, but he backed off to Joon-woo's surprise. Perhaps he was regaining trust now.

He entered he and Reggie's shared room to find the night owl passed out. And it would've been no big deal, really, if he was in the correct bed.

Carre cackled from her prolonged silence, without Kite by her side, but Joon-woo didn't particularly care. The pair disappeared for days at a time for "work" and he had other things to be annoyed about. Like Reggie sleeping in Joon-woo's bed.

He looked at the other, fast asleep and snoring mumbled words into Joon-woo's shadow. He looked at peace in a way he wasn't during practice prior. His sharp nose. His big eyes. Joon-woo took a step back, reminding himself that Reggie had stolen Joon-woo's bed.

He thought about shaking his bandmate awake, but he felt if he did, there would be a lingering guilt from waking the clearly exhausted boy before him. But then again, Reggie's bed stunk. He wasn't as stinky as Mi Yong or Baek Du-Ho, but still not to Joon-woo's clean standards. The couch stunk more, probably. They didn't have much time to keep their spaces tidy after all.

Joon-woo wanted clicked his tongue. He had slept on the practice room floor before, and dirty recording room sofas. He could handle sleeping on the couch for a night, couldn't he?

He went to turn around from the snoring man before him, but suddenly felt weightless.

He found himself falling to a melodic tug to his wrists. Of course, the cotton mattress caught him before the floor did, but so did the long bony arm of Reggie. Joon-woo gasped, squirming at the soft arm huddling him in like a teddy bear.

He truly didn't register that it was Reggie who pulled Joon-woo onto the bed with him until Reggie's grip loosened enough for Joon-woo's comfort as if it was a natural adjustment. Joon-woo gulped as the red filled his face. He heard Reggie's soft snoring from the top of his head, as his face was an inch away from Reggie's collarbone.

Carre hopped onto the bed then, looking down at Joon-woo with a grin.

"That's quite the predicament, pretty boy." She laughed, "You can free yourself, you know."

Joon-woo nodded, he could. But that would require waking Reggie beside him.

Joon-woo closed his eyes to wince when Reggie shifted closer to him, making Joon-woo's face practically breathing onto Reggie's upper chest. This was... gay as fuck. Joon-woo hoped he would never be caught like this by any of his bandmates. One photo and the internet would break beyond belief.