"tryin' to survive, as the angels cry"
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
Daylight streamed through the window, giving all the objects in the room a cotton candy like glow, including the two on the bed. The pink rays came to a rest on Chan's face, highlighting his silver hair and making it appear almost pastel.
Jeongin would never admit it, but he had been awake for almost two hours, including when Chan removed his shirt. It helped a lot, and he made a mental reminder to thank Chan when he woke up, as he was starting to become more comfortable with his presence. For some reason, however, Jeongin never felt uncomfortable. Usually, if a random person shows up in somebody's house, they would be quite spooked, but Jeongin's sleepy state and Chan's relaxing aura had done the opposite. He felt a desire within himself to be closer to Chan, to just know him, and be near him. It made him feel safe.
So Jeongin did the one thing that seemed most appealing to him at that moment and snuggled up to Chan. He removed the iPad that was resting on the man's chest and paused the now panda videos that YouTube had conjured up. It was almost 4:30 am and Jeongin decided to spend the next thirty minutes before his usual wake up time sleeping, so he shut his eyes and let Chan's soft breathing lull him back to sleep.
