h.s. ❁ one shots

// lessons

video attatched is power trip by somo.. enjoy that (;

WARNING: STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT

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[m/c pov]

I readjust my body for what feels like the millionth time, still not successfully finding a comfortable position. My lips part and I let out a groan of agitation. My hands smack down over my face, massaging my temples sloppily, hoping it'll do the trick. I sigh while my body repositions itself and I close my eyes, steadying my breathing. Unfortunately, no such luck likes to ever come my way.

When I lie awake for the next fifteen minutes, I grow annoyed. Why can't I just fucking fall asleep?

Giving up, I quietly toss my thick, white duvet off my body and sit up, trying not to wake my sleepy roommate. I envy how fast she can dose off and how she can stay asleep so effortlessly. It's beyond annoying.

Knowing that I need to leave this dreaded room and get some air, I swing my bare legs over the side of my bed and scoot off, my feet patting lightly on the hardwood floor. My jet black yoga pants replace the tiny shorts I was previously wearing, but I leave my t shirt on. No one will be out this late to see me; even parties are crashed by now.

I grab my phone off the night stand near my bed and hit the home button, lighting up the small screen.

3:51 A.M.

My sleeping schedule has been so messed up ever since I moved into my dorm. The insomnia I had in early childhood has made its long awaited reappearance, I guess. Still, it has never been this bad. Now I'm forced to run on one, maybe two if I'm lucky, hours of sleep all day. It's so frustrating; simply writing my name on an assignment in class proves to be a challenge on bad days.

Quickly and silently, I tuck my phone in the waistband of my skin tight pants and snatch my room key from the night stand. Managing not to wake my roommate, I tip toe to the door. I creak it open and slip out, making sure to lock it behind me. Once I'm positive it's burglar-proof, I begin my short walk down the hallway to the elevator. I pass small windows of other dorms, but the blinds are drawn on all of them. I try to be as quiet as I can while continuing my short journey down the hallway, eyes flickering here and there every now and then. Curiosity peaks inside me when I see a bright window at the end of the hallway near the elevator.

I know it's not a dorm by the size of the large window frame, but I can't tell what it is. Typically I take the stairs, which are in the opposite direction, so I've never really explored this end of the hallway. The elevator is placed adjacent to the mystery room, so I'd have to pass by anyway; why not take a look?

My feet tap quietly over to the source of light, eyes quickly peering in to see what's inside. I'm somewhat disappointed to see it's only a workout room. Black treadmills line the wall to the left, covering the whole expanse. The rest of the room is covered in mats and miscellaneous weights. A large cream colored wall sits awkwardly in the middle of the room, blocking my line of vision from seeing the rest. Too curious not to, I waltz over to the door and pull on the handle, opening it quietly.

My eyes are immediately drawn to a large figure in the corner by a boxing bag. I watch, my eyes glued to him, as he hops around on his feet first before connecting his fist hard with the bag. I watch as his back muscles contract when he moves, quick and stealthy on his feet. As fast as the first, he lays three more punches easily, jumping around and letting his arms fall to his sides when he stops. I let a little giggle when I watch small curls bounce around by the nape of his neck, adding so much innocence to his tall, intimidating figure. Immediately covering my mouth, I curse under my breath when I see the boy snap his head in my direction.