sleepless cinderella ☆ q.k | ✔

04

Knocking on the door of the address Kun had given you, you waited for just a few moments. Your original plans with Kun for when he got back for his two-day break were to go out to dinner. But there was a delay on his return flight, so you missed your reservation. So instead, you were meeting him at his place for a movie night, which you definitely weren't complaining about.

The door swung open, and you were greeted by the smiling and already sleepy-looking figure of Qian Kun. He swooped in for a chaste kiss before allowing you to enter. The small smile that had come to your face dropped as you took a look around his apartment.

Barren walls, barely-used furniture, and a dreary feeling that quickly settled over you was what was in his apartment.

"Did you just move in or something?" You asked bluntly.

Kun scratched at the back of his neck awkwardly, "Oh, uh, no. I'm just not here a lot that it never really gets lived-in, I guess. No point in decorating if you're never around to see it, right?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

Your eyes landed on something on the coffee table. A plastic astronaut helmet. You giggled, walking over to pick it up, "Are you sure you're not still dreaming to be an astronaut when you grow up?"

"I am grown up," he crossed his arms. "It's called a display piece."

"I thought there was no point in decorating if you're never around to see it?" You were smug as you shot back, then lifted it up towards his head. "Put it on!"

"Wh—fine," he quickly gave up on arguing, allowing you to slide the helmet over his head.

Once you had it on, you grinned with delight.

Kun pressed a button on the side of the helmet, and the visor popped open, revealing his eyes that were crinkling along with his smile, "Happy?"

"Yes," you beamed at him. "It's cute."

"Your turn."

You held still while he put the helmet on you, readjusting it so you could properly see him through the hole of the opened visor, "Well?"

"You're the cutest space pirate I've ever seen."

You were still grinning as he lifted the helmet off your head and set it back on the coffee table. Kun gestured for you to sit on the couch, and then followed suit, accompanied by a yawn. You eyed him suspiciously as he called dibs on choosing the first movie.

Four more yawns had left Kun before the five-minute mark, and you looked over to him.

"Tired?"

"Hm? No, not at all."

Yawn.

Rolling your eyes, you gently pushed down on Kun's shoulders until he was laying down, his head resting in your lap. Your fingers found his hair as you commented, "Sleep, Kun. I'll wake you up when he dies."

"When he what?"

"You haven't seen this before?"

"No, I—" his indignant retort was cut short by yet another yawn.

Running your fingers through his hair soothingly, you were satisfied when he decided to drop the subject, too tired to keep the argument up. A few moments later, and one of his hands reached up to loosely lace his fingers through yours and rest your linked hands on his chest. You could just feel his heartbeat under your hand, as it continued slowing as his breathing evened out. And finally, he was asleep.

You pressed a light kiss to his forehead, still absentmindedly playing with his hair as you settled in, prepared for a long night.

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