Wake Up Call; Myungyeol
Wake Up Call
Myungyeol. PG. Fluff, again.
Sungyeol's attempt to wake Myungsoo up.
wake up call.
So, one day Myungsoo woke up to someone poking-more like jabbing, if he said so himself-his right cheek. He opened his right eye, only to close it back again when he saw the culprit.
”I like your cheek,” Sungyeol said as his finger kept poking. Myungsoo puffed his cheek to get rid of the finger, but it apparently excited him more, as the cheek-poking continued.
”I like yours better,” Myungsoo said, finally opening both of his eyes and raised his hand to poke Sungyeol's cheek. The cheek-poking stopped (Myungsoo huffed a relieved sigh and closed his eyes again) before hearing Sungyeol's reply.
”I know.” He could tell Sungyeol shrugged nonchalantly before starting to poke his cheek again. Myungsoo rolled his eyes inside closed lids.
”Why do you like to sleep so much?” Sungyeol asked.
”It's refreshing.”
”Even though you've been asleep for-” his fingers started counting, his lips mouthing hours after hours. ”-ten hours already?”
He was going to say that he didn't really care, but decided that answering Sungyeol's questions would only prolong the agony, so he opted to ignore it. Sungyeol stopped poking his cheek, though, and he felt grateful that the peace had come back.
But oh no he spoke to soon.
Sungyeol apparently decided to lay down, too. And poking his cheek again. Ignore; Myungsoo chose the option.
”Just because we have no schedule today doesn't mean you can sleep forever, Aurora. Get up!”
Silence greeted him. That only made him poked Myungsoo's cheek harder. It was an attempt to wake the younger up, anyway. But the latter still didn't budge.
”Kim Myungsoo.” Poke, poke, poke. ”If you don't get up now-” He didn't manage to poke for the fourth time as Myungsoo had caught his wrist, eyelids slowly rising.
”If you don't stop poking now...” His words trailed off and Sungyeol raised his eyebrows, as if challenging the younger.
”Well, I'll stop poking your cheek if you-”
His words were cut off as Myungsoo leaned in and captured his lips, and Sungyeol could feel Myungsoo's grip around his wrist slightly tighten. Sungyeol managed to kiss back seconds before Myungsoo pulled away; too shocked to react quickly.
”W-what was that for?” he asked, still hadn't recovered completely, his free hand covering his mouth.
”To stop you from trying to wake me up,” answered the other, one eyebrow raising. He leaned forward and placed a peck on Sungyeol's free hand. ”Go back to sleep.”
”But, Myungsoo-” That came out a bit like a whine, alright. But as the elder had expected, Myungsoo was already asleep.
Guess a little sleep won't hurt, he thought, finally relenting to the idea. He took one last look on Myungsoo, before smiling and closing his eyes.
Somehow, Myungsoo's grip on Sungyeol's wrist had become an entwined hands under the blanket.
this killed my brain all the way from amsterdam to dubai, and i slept like a baby from there to jakarta, thanks to this.
Myungyeol. PG. Fluff, again.
Sungyeol's attempt to wake Myungsoo up.
wake up call.
So, one day Myungsoo woke up to someone poking-more like jabbing, if he said so himself-his right cheek. He opened his right eye, only to close it back again when he saw the culprit.
”I like your cheek,” Sungyeol said as his finger kept poking. Myungsoo puffed his cheek to get rid of the finger, but it apparently excited him more, as the cheek-poking continued.
”I like yours better,” Myungsoo said, finally opening both of his eyes and raised his hand to poke Sungyeol's cheek. The cheek-poking stopped (Myungsoo huffed a relieved sigh and closed his eyes again) before hearing Sungyeol's reply.
”I know.” He could tell Sungyeol shrugged nonchalantly before starting to poke his cheek again. Myungsoo rolled his eyes inside closed lids.
”Why do you like to sleep so much?” Sungyeol asked.
”It's refreshing.”
”Even though you've been asleep for-” his fingers started counting, his lips mouthing hours after hours. ”-ten hours already?”
He was going to say that he didn't really care, but decided that answering Sungyeol's questions would only prolong the agony, so he opted to ignore it. Sungyeol stopped poking his cheek, though, and he felt grateful that the peace had come back.
But oh no he spoke to soon.
Sungyeol apparently decided to lay down, too. And poking his cheek again. Ignore; Myungsoo chose the option.
”Just because we have no schedule today doesn't mean you can sleep forever, Aurora. Get up!”
Silence greeted him. That only made him poked Myungsoo's cheek harder. It was an attempt to wake the younger up, anyway. But the latter still didn't budge.
”Kim Myungsoo.” Poke, poke, poke. ”If you don't get up now-” He didn't manage to poke for the fourth time as Myungsoo had caught his wrist, eyelids slowly rising.
”If you don't stop poking now...” His words trailed off and Sungyeol raised his eyebrows, as if challenging the younger.
”Well, I'll stop poking your cheek if you-”
His words were cut off as Myungsoo leaned in and captured his lips, and Sungyeol could feel Myungsoo's grip around his wrist slightly tighten. Sungyeol managed to kiss back seconds before Myungsoo pulled away; too shocked to react quickly.
”W-what was that for?” he asked, still hadn't recovered completely, his free hand covering his mouth.
”To stop you from trying to wake me up,” answered the other, one eyebrow raising. He leaned forward and placed a peck on Sungyeol's free hand. ”Go back to sleep.”
”But, Myungsoo-” That came out a bit like a whine, alright. But as the elder had expected, Myungsoo was already asleep.
Guess a little sleep won't hurt, he thought, finally relenting to the idea. He took one last look on Myungsoo, before smiling and closing his eyes.
Somehow, Myungsoo's grip on Sungyeol's wrist had become an entwined hands under the blanket.
this killed my brain all the way from amsterdam to dubai, and i slept like a baby from there to jakarta, thanks to this.