GET FREE [jaeyong]

[18]

[EIGHTEEN]

"The markings on your surface, your speckled face. Flawed crystals hang from your ears. I couldn't gauge your fears. I can't relate to my peers, I rather live outside. I'd rather chip my pride than lose my mind out here. Maybe I'm a fool. Maybe I should move."

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Are you okay?

...

Are you okay?

...

Taeyong.

Taeyong, you're sleeping?

Huh.
You must have been really tired.

Either way,

wake up, idiot.

You're missing
the best part.

Taeyong's lashes lifted, revealing his glassy and hazy eyes. He squeezed his right hand and realized his knuckles were touching something warm. Right as the warmth touched his skin, it became freezing cold. He sat up and slowly took his dark bedroom in before he glanced back to his pillowcase and saw a small spot that was damp. The boy's lips drew into a line, and although he wanted to just go back to sleep, he slipped off his covers and made his way to the living room downstairs.

"Ten," he whispered once the picture of the foreigner materialized in the dark. He was sleeping on the couch, his body a small mound hidden in a big blanket. Taeyong didn't know that the boy left. Actually, he couldn't even remember at what point he had fallen asleep.

He silently walked over to the shorter. Ten's face was buried in the covers, his eyes and hair the only thing visible. Taeyong hesitated before he slightly pushed Ten's arm and almost instantly the other's eyes shot open—Ten had always been a light sleeper.

"Hey," he uttered awkwardly. Ten took his time sitting up, rubbing at his eyes and the grogginess masking his face prevalent. He only muttered out a small "hm" in response. Taeyong shifted on his feet. "Why are you on the couch?" he asked, a sheepish smile arising on his lips.

The Thai male revealed his eyes which were heavy and questionably zoned out. Despite that, once he saw Taeyong, his body relaxed. "You... you were rolling around in your sleep. I didn't want to disturb you," he told him softly.

"Rolling?" Taeyong inquired.

The corner of Ten's lips turned upwards. "Well... that was a nice way to put it I suppose." The latter's cheeks flushed pink and Ten scratched the back of his neck. "You just seemed troubled. I didn't know whether to wake you or let you sleep, because you had passed out and I could tell you were tired. I decided to leave you be."

"I'm sorry," Taeyong apologized quietly. "I think— I was having a nightmare."

Ten peered up at him, his eyes holding concern. "You want to talk about it?" he asked. Taeyong shook his head. "Are you sure?"

"I don't want to remember it anymore than I already do," Taeyong explained, the same blanket of pink still flushing his cheeks. "I feel bad for ruining our movie night. Usually I don't fall asleep like that."