Tired Lines; Soonhoon

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1:29 am.

Jihoon's really becoming concerned. Up until recently, he'd been under the impression that his insomnia was simply being more of a bitch than usual - a month rather than two weeks, falling asleep at 6 am rather than 4 - but now he's actually starting to worry. What if it doesn't go away? What he lives out the rest of his life in a permanent state of insomnia?

"That won't happen," Soonyoung says, like it's a fact.

"How do you know?"

"I just do." When Jihoon doesn't look convinced, he adds, "Trust me, this won't last forever. If I have to cradle you and sing you to sleep myself, I will."

Jihoon's heart melts.

He can feel it ooze through his ribcage, too sticky sweet with the effect of Soonyoung's words, dripping down to form a pool in his stomach. It tingles, sort of, like he's got butterflies - butterflies?

Jihoon thinks he might be sick.

He almost feels daring, hesitantly reaching for his pencil and flipping open his notepad while Soonyoung stands less than five feet away from him. It's the first time he's written in weeks, the first time he's had any inspiration, and could you guess who he has to thank for it?

"Oh - You're writing something!"

"It'll probably be garbage," Jihoon murmurs, a whole set of tones quieter than Soonyoung's exclamation.

"It probably won't be. What is it?"

Jihoon pulls the paper closer to him, covering Soonyoung's view with his arm. "Can't tell you," he says. He doesn't look up, but he can practically feel the weight of Soonyoung's curious frown.

The night grows deep

Deep?

The night grows deep, deep

Jihoon zones out for a moment, focusing on nothing but the moment and how he feels - how he feels around Soonyoung. He draws from his experience with Mingyu, remembering how he'd practically leached off the other boy's energy for his lyrics, but this time, he falls back on himself. Jihoon had done that before, in a way - but never like this. 

I didn't say I didn't like it

I'm just worried that you'll get too tired

He pauses, thinking -

- That's how I feel

"Could you give me hint?" Soonyoung presses, falling onto his seat. He leans across the table, chin resting in his arms, watching Jihoon from under his lashes. The latter pauses only to glance at him, sighing in a way he can only hope sounds more irritated than adoring.

You're the boiling point to my loneliness

I can't sleep because of you and suddenly it's morning already