SinJu Oneshots

Fallen

No, this isn't about depravity.

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"You look terrible." Ja'far stated, and Sinbad was quick to groan in agreement.

"I couldn't sleep."

"I can see that."

The advisor then kneeled to better view the king's face as his head hung low, and Ja'far cringed at the sight of the bags beneath Sinbad's eyes.

"Wow."

"I know."

•—•—•—•

Sinbad cursed silently as a cold surface continued pushing against his legs.

In his dream, it was the freezing waves near the coast of Imuchakk.

In reality, it was Judal's foot.

Sinbad's sleeping state had managed to remain intact despite the contact for a good few hours now, but it seemed that it was no match as the kicks began to move up to Sinbad's back.

As a final blow was suddenly delivered, Sinbad tumbled right off the bed.

The king gave a quick yelp as he met the floor, and rubbing the spot on his face where he'd landed, he turned back to look at the magi asleep on his bed, curled into a ball with his feet aimed where Sinbad had once laid.

At some point in their relationship, Sinbad had come to realize that Judal was something of a sleep roller, but sleep kicking was something he had yet to catch onto.

Regardless, the king made his way back to the bed, swiftly returning under the sheets in hopes of falling asleep once more.

Thump.

And then Judal kicked him off the bed again.

Sinbad groaned, realizing he'd hit his face in the same place as the first time, and turned now with irritation towards Judal's sleeping figure.

Only Sinbad realized that Judal was awake.

"You little—"

"You need to quit it with the damn snoring."

Sinbad blushed faintly at the remark. "I don't snore!"

"Yes, you do," Judal stated. "And you're fucking loud. I've been up for hours just because you can't be quiet for a damn second."

"Well your  'sleep kicking' has been—"

"Oh that wasn't 'sleep kicking', Lord Moron. What that was was intentional."

Sinbad paused, baffled by the confession, but soon rose to his feet and returned to the bed nonetheless.

This time, however, he grabbed hold of Judal by the waist, embracing him close to his chest.

The magi's cheeks flushed at the sudden gesture. "H-Hey...you can't just pull romantic shit on me like this..."

Judal's breath hitched as he felt Sinbad nuzzle into his neck, his heartbeat quickening as the man spoke, low and seductive,

"I'm only holding you so you stop kicking me."

And so Judal opted to punch him instead.

•—•—•—•

"I was up all night doing work."

"Well that's what happens when you hold it off for so long."

"Then lesson learned."

A look of surprise crossed Ja'far's face. Then it fell and he scoffed. "I highly doubt that."

"As do I."