maybe chan was right about true love, except for the fact that it would hit jihoon like a train
originally titled, surmise for a good surprise
(i/??? of enamored saga) → [love at first sight/아주 nice universe]
니 생각에 또 밤을 새 나 i spend the entire night with thoughts of you
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Even with the blue light filter on his phone turned on, a monochromatic tinge swallowed up every drop of color that came across his phone screen, which typically would have kept him busy or distracted for hours on end but tonight, it was just straining his eyes, as if it were doing it on purpose.
The noise with all the other boys ceased around midnight as plans were made and reassurance towards the only girl in the household were made. It still boggled his mind that she decided or, more like Soonyoug decided for her, to stay with thirteen boys.
She'd stay in Jihoon's and Mingyu's dorm, which honestly burned him at the time he'd found out as Jeongmin stood by the door, wearing her a set of pajamas with cartoon monkeys on them, along with Soonyoung and Seungcheol as he and Mingyu gathered a blanket or two.
The boys would either stay in Jeonghan's dorm or sleep in the living room. Jihoon alone chose the latter, lying flatly on the couch, listening to the offbeat rhythm that the fridgerator followed with its electrical hiccups.
Soonyoung was staying in the room beside hers, intentionally placing himself just upon the other side of the wall so that she wouldn't feel so alone. It was something that they'd said before on many accounts, especially when she'd miss him (as he would the same) as they were on tour and such. Looking up at the sky reminded her of their proximity.
A few hours had passed since Jihoon had taken his place on the sofa and he was beginning to regret it since his back had just recently accustomed to his mattress.
Maybe he'd use the sleeping essential oil infused lotion from the bathroom. Wonwoo had emphasized that his Christmas gift from Joshua was meant for everyone. He just hoped it worked.
After Jihoon padded his way down the hall to the restroom, he heard a rush of brief footsteps near him, which were commenced and suffxed with the movements of doors this way and that. He eyed himself in the mirror, touching the edge of his jaw before poking at the bags under his eyes. It might just be indigestion and depression... A few wipes and rubs of the lotion were gently circled onto his neck, as the directions read, before stepping out but he was stopped again.
This time, it was Jeongmin.
At first, the hum of hitched breaths and wracked cries seemed like his mind at its sleep deprived tomfoolery but he knew it well. It could only be hers, that sweet voice dripped in a breed of sadness he couldn't quite diagnose. It was joined by another set of hums, stemming from murmured affection and that same voice was Soonyoung. Only Soonyoung.
Jihoon crept closer as much as his gut wanted to deny even the existence of this very real setting of midnight dejection. The door cracked open and — Jihoon wasn't one to eavesdrop — they sat on the edge of his own bed. Soonyoung embraced Jeongmin as she sat beside him, elbows on her thighs as she pulled her bangs back from her forehead. He rubbed circles and shapes into her back, holding her close to his chest. She shook ever so slightly and instances of silence were filled in with her attempt to catch her breath with his own reassuring her lack.
