ASTRO Imagines

Let's sleep~

kim myungjun

He’s tired and it shows on the corners of his lips when he lowers himself next to you. He tries to hide it behind a smile but most of the days you end up waiting for him in bed until your eyelids grow heavy and everything aches. You hear the creaking of his bones and how hoarse his voice becomes after hours of singing, singing, singing. He loves to sing and you know you’ll never tell him anything. He returns to his bed late at night and he always caresses your head gently as if to say he’s sorry and he wishes he could be there more.

He smiles and kisses your cheek before he closes his eyes and you always pretend you’re asleep.

park jinwoo

He has many habits - he holds your hand while he sleeps, he throws a leg over yours more often than not. He falls asleep even when he’s not tired and he’s loud while he dreams - he sleep talks and his breathing is uneven as if he’s always dreaming something frightening. When he wakes up he tells you it was nothing serious but you see the dilated pupils of his eyes wavering against the morning sunlight.

He says he can’t sleep without you so you melt next to him until he manages to breathe again.

lee dongmin

In the haze of messy limbs and half spoken “I love you”s and “Goodnight”s is where Dongmin falls asleep. He likes feeling your skin on his skin when there’s nothing else left after the long repeating, never ending cycle of tiresome practice, trying to achieve his dream. It’s so close. He likes to rub circles on your shoulders and to press his lips on your neck and nothing more. Just to feel your breathing, to fall asleep to the hollow beats of your heart. He says he’s sorry and he begs you to wait a little bit more and you always give in. You always do.

In the morning he’s gone, his side of the bed already made and all that’s left is the scent of his shampoo.

moon bin

He falls asleep before you and wakes up after you, yet he always tries to stay awake a little bit more and you love him a little bit more every time. You tell him that he needs sleep, that he’s tired, and he smiles, lips revealing his teeth, and says that there’s enough time for you to tell him something about your day. He’s not awake by the time your story reaches its end, leaving your words hanging in the open air and you poke his cheek and quietly promise that you’ll make him listen next time.

When you wake up he always has his arms around you and his lips are only slightly ever curled up.

park minhyuk

He sleeps with the door open and it’s not because of fear or anything as childish, simply a habit engraved into his whole being from all the time spent waiting for people at their shared dorm. And you learn to share his habit, to leave the door open and keep an ear out for his footsteps and his shadow as it breaks the light into fragments. Sometimes you’re so tired that you think you may have imagined him and other times you’re awake enough to kiss his cheek and throw a blanket over his body.

Sometimes you feel pain inside the very marrow of your bones when you look at him, a fragile boy at the fragile age of sixteen. You love him nevertheless.

yoon sanha

And he somehow always manages to find energy. Maybe it’s the needless, seemingly endless vitality of growing up, in the space between two parallels, in the time his body shifts and merges and his bones break only to mend again. He grows taller with each day and he doesn’t lose the spark in his eyes. When he comes back he always has this huge bag and when you ask what’s inside he pulls it towards his chest and says “It’s mine.”. It’s always food and he always gives you some. When he sleeps he’s quiet in contrast to his loud personality. He sleeps like a child, hogging blankets or throwing them off and turning around in bed until he finds you. His arms are a cage and you can’t escape.

It’s okay though. He’s warm and sleep always finds you easily when you sleep next to him.