[team four] I wake my sleeping skin
I'm really sorry for the delay!
Title from DIR EN GREY's Glass Skin.
Original idea inspired by troubleseason.
The trick is getting him to leave. Yugyeom is tired, at least that's obvious enough, rubbing eyes gritty with exhaustion but he's finished his last exam of the semester; Jackson too, which is why he's half giddy with excitement and relief and far too affectionately huggy for how Yugyeom is feeling right now, like his skin is crawling on his body, bunching up and sloughing off and wrinkling in his joints in a way that's slowly driving him mad. It's been too long, he thinks, it's been too long.
And even contact lenses should be removed after eight hours, right?
Finally, after Jackson gives him one too many friendly knuckle bumps on the arm, still talking about whatever party they're going to go to tomorrow, Yugyeom cracks.
"Sorry," he says, and the yawn that almost cracks his jaw-or maybe actually cracks it; Yugyeom's pretty sure he heard something that sounded ominously like breaking bone-isn't even made up, "But I'm about to knock out, so-"
Jackson just nods, affectionate understanding filling his eyes and even though Yugyeom's feeling gross and all kinds of wrong, he still feels that ghost of an affectionate glow in his chest as Jackson gives him a soft hug, whispers-well stage-whispers, but Jackson is Jackson, after all-good night, and finally, mercifully, exits his dorm room, the door falling quietly shut behind him. Yugyeom almost melts with relief; he does melt actually, letting his body slide to the ground as he steps to the side and stretches.
The feeling is almost orgasmic, the liberating lack of restraint, the way he can stretch and stretch and finally-
Yugyeom wants nothing more than to flop into bed, but he eyes his body lying on the ground, crumpled, and remembers his mother's voice like it was yesterday, 'You make sure to take care of your body, always put it away before you go to bed and don't let it get wrinkled.'
He sighs. "Yes, mom," he says to the empty air, set ringing with his voice, as he moves over to gather his body up and set it carefully away on a shelf, smoothing the skin straight and brushing the hair over the forehead. After a good eight hours of airing out, it'll be good as new.
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Title from DIR EN GREY's Glass Skin.
Original idea inspired by troubleseason.
The trick is getting him to leave. Yugyeom is tired, at least that's obvious enough, rubbing eyes gritty with exhaustion but he's finished his last exam of the semester; Jackson too, which is why he's half giddy with excitement and relief and far too affectionately huggy for how Yugyeom is feeling right now, like his skin is crawling on his body, bunching up and sloughing off and wrinkling in his joints in a way that's slowly driving him mad. It's been too long, he thinks, it's been too long.
And even contact lenses should be removed after eight hours, right?
Finally, after Jackson gives him one too many friendly knuckle bumps on the arm, still talking about whatever party they're going to go to tomorrow, Yugyeom cracks.
"Sorry," he says, and the yawn that almost cracks his jaw-or maybe actually cracks it; Yugyeom's pretty sure he heard something that sounded ominously like breaking bone-isn't even made up, "But I'm about to knock out, so-"
Jackson just nods, affectionate understanding filling his eyes and even though Yugyeom's feeling gross and all kinds of wrong, he still feels that ghost of an affectionate glow in his chest as Jackson gives him a soft hug, whispers-well stage-whispers, but Jackson is Jackson, after all-good night, and finally, mercifully, exits his dorm room, the door falling quietly shut behind him. Yugyeom almost melts with relief; he does melt actually, letting his body slide to the ground as he steps to the side and stretches.
The feeling is almost orgasmic, the liberating lack of restraint, the way he can stretch and stretch and finally-
Yugyeom wants nothing more than to flop into bed, but he eyes his body lying on the ground, crumpled, and remembers his mother's voice like it was yesterday, 'You make sure to take care of your body, always put it away before you go to bed and don't let it get wrinkled.'
He sighs. "Yes, mom," he says to the empty air, set ringing with his voice, as he moves over to gather his body up and set it carefully away on a shelf, smoothing the skin straight and brushing the hair over the forehead. After a good eight hours of airing out, it'll be good as new.
tagging xiukisses