Happy Ending

Sleep is for the weak

Mark and Jinyoung laid snuggled up on the couch in the front room of their shared apartment. They were staying up watching old cartoons they enjoyed as kids. 

The bright light of the t.v. burned their eyes and fatigued gnawed on their brains. Neither of the two wanting to be the one that falls asleep first.

Earlier that day the boys had a friendly but heated argument about who was more of a night owl.

So they made a bet. Whoever falls asleep first would have to submit to the will of the other for 3 days.

Mark hardly ever won bets with Jinyoung but he was constantly making them because of his pride.

Losing all time wasn't doing much for him so Mark was gonna have to learn the hard way.

Around midnight Mark was regretting his decision. Knowing his track record he was gonna lose.

Jinyoung's been his friend since middle school so he knows better than anyone just how malicious he could be. There was no telling what Jinyoung would have Mark doing.

It was around 6:30 in the morning and the sun was beginning to rise. Jinyoung had fallen suspiciously silent and his breathing had slowed.

"Jinyoung-ah" Mark whispered. Could it be that Jinyoung was really sleeping?

Mark slid off the couch until he lay on the floor keeping still for a few seconds before he peaked at Jinyoung.

He was knocked out cold. His mouth falling open. His once soft snores grew in volume.

Mark suppressed his laughter as he took out his phone to snap a picture of Jinyoung sleeping.

It would serve as leverage if Jinyoung decides to back out of the bet like he has done every time Mark wins. No matter how few that may be.

"Jinyoung wake up,"  Mark said louder in a sing-song voice while gently rubbing Jinyoung's arm.

Jinyoung shot up, eyes wide.

"Shit" He cursed. He knew as soon as he woke up he had lost.

Mark finally let out the fit of laughter he was holding earlier.

"I won," Mark announced and showed Jinyoung the picture he took. "There is no backing out this time or else I post this everywhere I can."

Mark stood and yawn. It feels pretty damn good to win but Mark was dead tired. He petted Jinyoung's head knowing just how to push his buttons and retreated to his room.

Jinyoung was a sore loser and often cheated his way out of losing.

He sat on the couch for a few moments glaring at the wall as he processed his lose. But he was no match for his sleep-deprived brain and retired to his room as well.

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Jinyoung was the first to arise from his slumber. It was late in the afternoon.

He decided to make some coffee. He would normally make enough for Mark to have some. Being the passive aggressive person he is, Jinyoung only made enough for himself.

He took his cup to the front room and seated himself in the middle of the couch. It wouldn't be long before his stories started.

Mark woke up not too long after Jinyoung got comfortable. He made a beeline to the kitchen anticipating a warm cup of coffee. He was met with disappointment.

Mark figured this was Jinyoung's way of getting back at him.

Two could play this game.

Mark strolled into the living room and plopped himself right beside Jinyoung earning a sigh and an eye roll from the younger.