He let his hands run through Hyunjin's hair with a quiet hum, brushing through the ashen locks and pulling them off the boys face with every movement of his hand. It'd been a long week, and Hyunjin was the only person that Jisung had left now.
A week of hiding in cold and dark buildings, waiting for mutants to pass so they could move to their next safe spot. A week of crying over lost loved ones.
Before the outbreak, all Jisung had been was Hyunjin's neighbour. And Hyunjin had been that boy that, Jisung would barely murmur a passing hello to as he went to chase after Youngjae. Now, they were here. Clinging to each other for dear life everytime one of them came near them.
Hyunjin stirred under Jisung's hand, as he kept brushing through his hair, letting a quiet sigh as his grey eyes flickered open to stare at Jisung.
"'Sungie, did you get any sleep at all?" He slurred out, voice heavy from sleep, as he tugged the smaller to lay down beside him.
"Couldn't, too much going on. Too much to think about." Jisung replied, relaxing into the elders arms. If he were to be honest with himself, Jisung was exhausted. He couldn't remember how much sleep he'd gotten in the past week.
Hyunjin hummed, tightening his grip.
"Just try to get some, then" He whispered, yawning after as Jisung nodded, eyes already slipping closed.
"A'Ight, Jinnie." He mumbled back, snuggling into his arms and letting darkness take him.
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Whispers | Stray Kids
Fiksi Penggemar"Breath Hyung, You're doing good." Just a bunch of Stray Kids one shots I have floating around
