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kwoooooopi one-hour fic challenge
Round Six:
Theme: Newton's Laws, Catch: they keep making the same mistakes
67. Sunrise
Yehsung/Sungmin
PG-13
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They’ve just debuted and JongoonYehsung wakes up to the feel of somebody else crawling into his bed and he’s pretty sure it’s Sungmin? Yes, it’s definitely Sungmin because he’s small and strong and curling up under his arm and his breath is warm against his chest and they fit.
“We did it,” he murmurs, and the words are hot and proud on Yehsung’s skin. “We did it we did it.”
“Yeah.” And Yehsung holds him close and they sleep until sunrise.
Almost a year later and Sungmin is in his bed again and this time his body- so small but unbelievably strong- is shaking shaking with sobs and fat tears are rolling down his face and Yehsung wants to brush them away but is kind of afraid to touch him.
“He left,” Sungmin moans, reaching out to clench his hands into Yehsung’s shirt. He can’t really have left, Yehsung thinks, because how could he leave when he’s right in a bed down the hall? But he understands Sungmin’s metaphorical meaning and pulls him in tight as he cries his heart out.
And he hushes him and rubs his back and tells him it’ll be all right and soon they’re both asleep and they wake up to the sun burning against their eyes.
A few months later Yehsung wakes with a start because a certain someone just took a flying leap into his bed. He rubs sleepily at his eyes, ready to ask what’s wrong when that certain someone’s lips are suddenly pressed to his, kissing hungrily and really- it’s almost like he’s trying to eat him- and hands are wandering and Yehsung thinks he should put a stop to this but he can’t quite be bothered to.
But he isn’t kissing back, to give him credit, and after a few minutes of his sloppy attack Sungmin gives up and leans back so he’s crouching on his heels over Yehsung on the bed. A pout is on his lips as he waits for an explanation, except isn’t Yehsung the one who deserves an explanation?
“I-“ Yehsung bites his lip. “What.”
“Please?” Sungmin leans in close, and Yehsung can kind of smell alcohol but maybe that’s his imagination. “I need it. I want it.”
“What?” Yehsung is oblivious until Sungmin presses their bodies up tight together and oh suddenly he can feel it all.
“No. No. Sungmin. What? No.”
“Yes,” Sungmin whines, wriggling his hips against Yehsung’s insistently. Yehsung pushes his hands against his shoulders, pushes him away, then pauses and pulls him in close again, but tucked safely against his side where he can’t feel certain things like big raging erections calling come out and play~ in that cute little Sungmin voice oh god what is he thinking.
“You don’t want me,” he reminds Sungmin calmly. Sungmin thinks for a moment, then sighs. “Fine. But I’m staying here tonight.”
“As long as you promise not to hump me in my sleep.” And they pinky promise and the early tendrils of sunrise peek through the window as they fall asleep.
It’s exactly three weeks later that Sungmin dive-bombs onto Yehsung’s bed once more, and Yehsung quickly takes stock of the situation before (sensing neither alcohol nor erection) welcoming him with a grin. “And?”
“He-“ Sungmin bounces on his knees a few times before flopping down onto his stomach. “He said yes.” The words come out muffled against Yehsung’s pillow, so Sungmin flips over onto his back and says them again, in a happy shout. “He said yes!”
Yehsung smiles down at him and Sungmin is up again, flinging arms around his neck and smacking a wet kiss against his cheek. “I’m so happy, hyung, so happy!”
“I’m happy for you.” And he is isn’t is. “But I think maybe you bribed him into saying yes.”
“What?” Sungmin freezes, eyes wide. “What?”
Yehsung laughs and ruffles at his hair. “Breakfast in bed? Back massages? Chocolates? You shouldn’t spoil him like that, Sungmin-ah. It isn’t good for his health.”
“But-“ Sungmin falters, then pouts. “Then why do you spoil me so much?”
Yehsung can’t answer so Sungmin pushes him into the pillows and snuggles into his side and Yehsung wishes that the sunrise would never come.
The next night Yehsung is heading down the hall to bed when Sungmin comes skipping along, clenching a pillow and a blanket. “We’re having a pajama party,” he declares, “and you’re not invited.” His sticks his tongue out, a cute little pink slip between his lips. “Because it’s a sex pajama party,” he clarifies in a loud whisper, then giggles and disappears behind another bedroom door. Yehsung blinks, then pushes into his own room with a sigh.
Slowly, lethargically, he changes into pajamas, washes his face, gets under the covers and curls onto his side. His head rests on his pillows and thinks about who won’t be there that night and how he should be happy for him because this is what he wanted for him in the first place. He wants him to be happy. And he should be relieved that Sungmin didn’t do something stupid like decide he was in love with Yehsung. Except now he’s pretty sure that that’s what he wanted from the start.
He just doesn’t want to see the sun rise alone.
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