▹request acc: thucanh16012006
▹prompt: Jeno plays games too much so you sit on his lap and fall asleep, then he cuddles you
▹word count: 1066
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His fingers move so dextrously across the keyboard that they become a mere blur in front of your eyes. His fingers hit every key with exact precision, which is unsurprising given the hours and hours he spends submerged in video games. Rainbow lights flicker behind the keys. You bought the keyboard for his birthday earlier that year, and now you almost regret the decision; it's only fuelled his gaming addition. Video games are his hobby. His lifestyle. He knows every detail of every map on every game, and on the rare occasion when you accompany him on an outing with his friends, the characters' names still linger on his lips. It's all they talk about, Jeno and his friends.
The sun settling into evening, the room is dim and neither of you has bothered to turn the light on, letting the computer screen illuminate the angles of Jeno's jawline. He tilts his head when he tackles a particularly challenging enemy, and the light shows off the dainty mole beside his eye as he pokes his tongue out in concentration.
You huff and reposition the pillow on the bed. Or rather, on Jeno's bed. You're at his house. And you told him you'd be coming round, and he still has yet to move from his gaming chair. A lingering scent of his cologne tickles your nostrils and you sigh, slowly and carefully releasing your frustrations. You check the time. Nearly ten o'clock.
"Jenoooo." You whine through a yawn, pouting for full effect. Jeno smashes the keyboard hard in response. "Jeno." You repeat, firmer this time.
"Huh?" Jeno acknowledges your presence, finally, but his eyes remain glued to the screen. Your pout grows.
"I came to see you." You insist, standing up and pacing over to the desk where your boyfriend has been sat since you arrived a good two hours ago. Abandoned textbooks are stacked in a precarious pile beside empty drinks cans. You tut and straighten the stack of books, ensuring to shift them away from the very edge of the desk. Jeno exhales through his nose when he fails a battle.
"You can see me." Jeno says. The smirk on his face tells you he knows exactly what he's doing. Your eyebrows twitch in annoyance, not quite tugging into a frown, but not far from it.
"But I want to spend time with you." You argue back and drape your arms around his neck.
"We are spending time together, baby." Jeno replies. He still hasn't met your eyes.
"No we're not."
"Yes, we are."
You huff again, roll your eyes, dramatic but not wanting to give into him as you press your nose into his neck. Jeno tilts his head to grant you access, quiet.
"Please. Just quit the game. It's late." You try one final time.
"Fine." He groans and reaches for his mouse. He does quit the game, but loads another game. He technically followed your orders, eyes crinkling into a smile you can't resist but also groan at, unable to do anything but watch in defeat when his hands return to the keyboard.
"Move." You say. Jeno widens his eyes and looks at you, lips parted, indignant in a show of innocence. His irises glint and the lack of proper lighting softens his features, the sharp angles blurred but still striking. "Make space for me." You motion to Jeno's lap and start pushing past his legs. Jeno squeaks from the sudden movement but soon giggles, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you to sit on his thighs.
Your head falls against his shoulder again, but the angle is much more comfortable this time. Your nose slots perfectly into his neck and you can feel his heartbeat next to your own. His hoodie is baggy and soft and so warm that a wave of fatigue crashes over you. You yawn, eyes watering.
"Is someone tired?" Jeno teases, running his fingers over your back in a pattern shaped suspiciously like hearts. You hum in response. The rhythmical clicking of the keys starts up again but you no longer have the energy to complain, all your previous irritation dispelled by the comfort you'd been craving.
Each breath Jeno takes pushes and pulls, a lulling rhythm for you to sync with. Your eyes flutter shut and Jeno's gentle mutterings become a background noise, fading away into the emptiness of your mind as you drift off. Somewhere in the middle of your dreams, his arms fall back around your waist, and his fingers stroke and twirl the strands of your hair in a soothing manner, letting you fall back into nothingness. Tender lips brush against your forehead.
"I think it's time for bed." His voice tickles your ears.
There's movement and you sense a shift in position, pressing your cheek harder into his shoulder when your neck doesn't do much to support your dazed mind. Your boyfriend's arms are strong so you trust him to carry you safely across the room until you sink into the mattress. Jeno's warmth disappears. You frown, want to call for him, but your eyes remain shut and everything sounds hazy. You can't tell if it's a dream or not. But he must have understood your wishes, because the bed soon dips again. You release a tiny breath when he pulls you into his chest and spends a bit of time rearranging the duvet to cover you both, nice and cosy.
"Goodnight, y/n." Jeno speaks quietly, his voice gentle, smooth like honey, soft like a teddy bear. You smile in your sleep, keening into his touch and waiting for him to continue speaking, begging for him to say something else just to hear his voice. "I'm sorry for playing too many video games." He kisses the top of your head, then pauses for a while as he audibly inhales the scent of your shampoo and appreciates the calm. "I promise we'll go on a date together tomorrow." Another kiss. "I love you."
You say it back, only in your head. But you know the upturn of your lips tells him you at least registered his words, even if the sleep overpowers the ability to respond right now. He knows that you love him. It's not as though you don't remind him everyday. Your legs tangle together and Jeno embraces you tight.
You fall back into dreamland, with Jeno this time.
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