Sugar Daddy | Johnil

...17🌹

Comfortable. That's how Taeil felt, and maybe a little bit of uneasiness, but definitely comfortable. His body curled against the softness of the comforter, legs gliding over the silkiness of the spread, his head sinking into the vast softness of the feather stuffed pillow and he didn't want to get up.

"Hmmm..." Face showing full appreciation for the pleasant feeling of the pillow, unknown fingers now massaging his scalp soothingly, lulling him back to sleep. Taeil hummed again when his hair was being pulled back gently, fingers carding through his locks. If Taeil was a cat, he would be purring right now.

He heard chuckling and then the euphoric feeling, disappeared. He waited for a short while then he shift his head to the side, his vision a bit blurred as he stared at someone sitting on the other side of the bed.

His first thought was that it must be Wonho but the latter was under strict regulations and being friendly with Taeil was not allowed. He thought of Lucas secondly but he was just like Wonho, taller and less common courtesy.

The figure beside him was on a laptop typing away at the keyboard shirtless, he gathered. He brought his eyes up the bare upper body and rest it at the male that sat beside him, face. His vision wasn't fully back, still a bit pixelated in the lightly, lit room. The dark haired male was in a thick lens glasses, hair clip in the side of his dark locks to hold it back from his view, his bottom lip fully encased between his teeth, completely focused on the artificial lighting of the screen.

Youngho.

Taeil was too tired to get a clearer look, but he was sure it was the elder. Youngho was farthest from his thoughts of him being beside him because the CEO never stayed in the same bed as Taeil, even during his punishment week. The taller male didn't stop typing away on the device that was on his lap as he called out to Taeil, "go back to sleep, this is a little too early for you."

Was Youngho the one playing in his hair? The taller male turn to look at the smaller, bringing a hand from his blinding device to run his fingers through the silky locks, lips released from it's captive. Taeil's eyes closed at the feeling, humming like a pampered pet. The curtains were open which allowed the moonlight to light the room with a gentle aroma, the cover was over his body, the temperature was just right, his head was being caressed with care; he definitely didn't have any problem to fall back into his slumber.

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Taeil was being shook very lightly from his sleep and he didn't want to get up. After being shaken consecutively for two minutes straight, he decided he should seriously wake up. He turned around in the soft bed that hugged his body to now lying on his back, eyes still closed as he moans out, "Wonho can I have five more minutes please?"

"Maybe if I was Wonho, I wouldn't but since I'm me... I still wouldn't. Time to wake up baby boy, it's already past noon."

That woke him up alright. His eyes shot open immediately, turning his head to the side, eyes adjusting to the brightness of the sun. It was Youngho. Was he still dreaming or something? Is he dreaming?

"Your hair is growing out. Do you want to get your roots done over?" Before Taeil knew it, Youngho was leaning over the bed to him with his hand ruffling his red mop of messy bed hair. "And maybe trim it."

"I uhh..." Taeil wasn't used to this, so his reaction was understandable. Youngho looked the same, but the gestures were different. He seemed more touchy. He cleared his throat and sat up on the bed, pushing himself up against the bed and finally realizing that he's wearing clothes; the same shirt Youngho was wearing.

Groaning in discomfort, he looked towards Youngho that had gone back to his original posture, giving his reply in a low tone, "No, I'll go back to a natural color. I have to work in a children's hospital in a few months so I'd rather have a soothing approach."