Drabbles + Oneshots | Got7

what is sleep | youngjae

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When you turned over in the bed, you instinctively moved toward his side of the mattress, expecting to feel his warmth. Your hands reached out, finding only cold sheets, and a frown tugged at your lips.

Sitting up, you glanced around and there was no sign of your boyfriend. With a frustrated sigh, you roused yourself from the bed and left the bedroom. The pitter-patter of your bare feet echoed into the living room where you came to stand, rolling your eyes playfully at the sight of Youngjae on the couch.

"Babe," you called tiredly. "It's past midnight."

"Mm," he hummed, chewing on his pen as he mulled pensively over a notebook in his lap.

Folding your arms, you tilted your head and moved to stand before him, questioning, "Why did you get out of bed?"

Youngjae finally looked up at you and the sight of you wearing only his shirt brought a certain sparkle to his eye. Offering a soft smile, he teased, "What is sleep?"

You chuckled and advanced on him, sliding behind your boyfriend on the sofa and wrapping your legs and arms around his frame. Letting your head rest on his shoulder, you peered down at the notebook and asked, "What are you working on?"

"More nonsense," Youngjae joked, rubbing his palm back and forth over your forearm that lay barred across his chest.

Pressing your lips to his neck and lingering there, you eventually whispered in his ear, "I love nonsense."

Youngjae chortled. "You're the only one," he huffed, tossing the book onto the coffee table and leaning back against you.

You brought your free hand to his forehead, raking your fingers into his hair and pulling the longer strands away from his eyes. His arms draped lazily over your bare thighs and his head rested against your chest.

"Just keep doing what you love, Youngjae," you told him in comfort. "Everything else will follow."

"No matter what I do, sometimes it just doesn't feel good enough," he trailed, fingertips ghosting over your leg.

Tugging at his hair, you interjected firmly, "It matters to you... and it matters to me."

Youngjae let himself sink a little deeper into your embrace, tipping his head back to look into your eyes. "Yeah?"

You nodded and craned down to land a gentle kiss on his lips. "Mm-hm," you affirmed.

He smiled sweetly, eyes scrunching as he stared at you in adoration. "Guess I should get over it, huh?" he murmured with a shrug. "Stop throwing myself a pity party?"

Assertive, you rubbed your hands over his chest and said, "You're allowed to feel down. It's normal. We're only human."

He sighed when you tightened your arms and legs around him securely.

"Just make sure you get back up," you finished.

Youngjae reached up to slide a hand into your hair, guiding you down to give him another kiss. When he finally broke away, your boyfriend muttered a soft, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," you replied, leaving a peck of your lips on his forehead. "Now, come back to bed and spoon me. My feet are cold."

"Yes, mam," he retorted, interlacing his fingers through yours as you rose and yanked him from the couch to follow you.

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