a good night's sleep
rating: pg
pairing: yoochun/changmin
length: ~1600 wc
summary: insomnia fucking sucks.
The thing about insomnia is, you see, it’s a bitch. Yeah. Unlike the romantic book characters who write poetry until the sun comes up actual insomniacs (insomniacs like Yoochun), are actually less productive while they’re awake all night than ever. Yoochun wishes he could compose music at three in the morning, at least then he’d having something to fucking do, but his shitty insomnia just keeps him up and doesn’t let him do much of anything that requires mind power.
He settles for wandering around the dorm like an old ghost, envying the other four boys who could pass out as soon as they hit the bed, for the most part. On occasion Jaejoong would be up with him, but he’s been sleeping better recently. Yunho petting his hair and cuddling up to him probably had something to do with that.
Yoochun wanders into the kitchen, wondering if he should make late-night ramyun for himself. It’s tempting, but he left the bedroom door open and he doesn’t want to disturb Jaejoong.
He wanders over to the living room and is about to settle on the couch when he notices his spot is already taken by a slack-jawed, deeply asleep Changmin.
“Yo, I wanted to lie there…” Yoochun mutters, barely audible.
“No hyung, stop stealing my cake...!” Changmin protests, obviously far off in some questionable dream world.
Yoochun just rolls his eyes. Changmin’s sleep-talking habit is something they’d all gotten used to a long time ago. He plants his ass on the floor by the couch and rests an arm on the part of the cushions not occupied by Changmin’s body.
“So, whatcha dreamin’ about?” Yoochun asks, bored out of his mind. Changmin might not be awake but he could still probably hold a more clear conversation than a drunk Jaejoong could.
“Caaaake.”
“Hmm, haven’t been getting much of that lately, have you?” Yoochun muses, frowning at Changmin’s exposed hipbones. They seemed even more prominent than usual.
“No cake…don’t steal mine.”
“Pshh, please, you know I only like the icing.”
“Hyung…” Changmin whispers in his sleep, eyebrows pulling together.
Yoochun stills and swallows loudly. “Y-yeah Changminnie?”
“That’s fucking gross.”
The next night, something similar happens, except they’re in Japan.
Yoochun finishes smoking a cigarette and comes back in from the balcony, still shivering from the cold. He spots Changmin sprawled out on the floor and rushes to get the thickest comforter he can find. There are no clean ones in the closet so he just grabs his own from his bedroom. It’s not like he’s going to find sleep anytime soon, anyways.
He drapes it over Changmin, making sure it covers his feet and tucks it under his chin. He settles cross-legged on the couch above Changmin, watching the boy sleep.
“So, what’s up?” Yoochun asks in slurred Japanese.
“Just contemplating the vastness of the universe and what might lie beyond the observable universe and then beyond the supposedly infinite cosmos,” Changmin replies in perfect Japanese. In his sleep.
“Um, what the fuck?”
The only response Yoochun gets is a soft snore.
Yoochun is nursing a bottle of soju he knows he’s going to regret in the morning but he hasn’t slept properly in maybe three weeks so he thinks he deserves to say fuck it all and drown his sleepless sorrows in alcohol.
Changmin is, for some reason, in the living room once again, curled into his blanket like a child. It’s rather endearing and Yoochun finds himself sitting on the floor just beside Changmin, stroking his hair.
“Changminnie,” Yoochun whispers. “I can’t sleep. I wanna sleep so bad but I can’t, fuck.”
The younger boy just hums and pouts, maybe in sympathy.
“I wish you were awake so I could rant to a conscious human about how much this fucking sucks.”
“Language, hyung.”
“You freak, how are you talking to me…while you’re asleep? How do you never remember these conversations in the morning? Seriously, you’re a freak,” Yoochun mumbles, but even as he says it he’s stroking his thumb across Changmin’s high, elegant cheekbone.
“That’s not very nice, hyung~” the boy sings.
“Tch. Brat.”
A few days later, during the daytime when they’re all awake, Yoochun finally remembers to ask “hey Changmin-ah, why do you sleep in the living room so often now?”
Changmin looks intently at his book and a visible blush crosses his cheeks. But there’s no secrets in a dorm of 5 boys so he spills, even if he’s embarrassed.
“Since Yunho-hyung sleeping in Jaejoong’s room my room feels kind of…empty. I got so used to having another person-a loud, snoring person-in there that it kind of freaks me out being alone. I feel closer to everyone if I sleep in the open area.”
Yoochun thinks it’s just about the most endearing thing he’s ever heard but he just smiles into his coffee cup and mouths an “oh.”
It’s Yoochun’s third night in a row without more than one hour of sleep at a time in between schedules, flights, and dorm fights. He really wants to cry because of how exhausted he is. It’s like hell. He really feels like he’s in hell and there’s no way out.
He throws up whatever shit dinner he had in the bathroom and oh god, he can’t be sick on top of everything, he just can’t. He brushes his teeth for four minutes to get the taste of vomit out and then showers and puts on fresh clothes, throwing the old, sweaty ones into the hamper with more force than necessary. He wants to punch things and cry and get drunk all at the same time.
“Hyung, just come to bed, please.” Changmin says, standing in the doorway, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and looking like a lost puppy.
Yoochun feels the anger and frustrating wind down at the sight.
He takes a deep breath. And then another. And then a few more. “Okay.”
Changmin grabs his hand and twines their fingers together and pulls him into what used to be Changmin and Yunho’s room, but from now on will probably Changmin and Yoochun’s room.
There’s two full sized beds but Yoochun gets on the same one as Changmin because if he’s going to have any hope of finding sleep, he’ll need a source of warmth on this cold winter night.
And Changmin sure is warm.
“You’re beautiful when you’re sleeping,” Yoochun muses, awake in the dark with just enough moonlight filtering in to highlight Changmin’s innocent, unguarded face.
“You’re beautiful all the time.” Changmin responds.
Yoochun smiles hugely at that one and curls an arm around Changmin’s waist and falls asleep with a smile on his face.
Tonight Yoochun is crying silently into his pillow, facing away from Changmin who’s been far off in a sweet dreamland for three, four, five hours. He just wants to sleep and fuck, it’s been so bad these past few months, never a moment of rest, never a good night’s sleep.
Changmin shifts in the bed and tosses an arm and leg around Yoochun’s body, nose nuzzling the Yoochun’s neck. “Shh,” the younger boy whispers, “count backwards from a hundred thousand and you’ll be asleep soon.”
Yoochun sniffs and tries to hold back the rest of his tears. “Okay,” he sobs, “I’ll try.”
It ends up not working, and Yoochun is up until after the sun rises and then they’re getting ready to pile into the van for their first schedule of the day and Yoochun feels like a goddamn zombie. He’s ready to die.
“I called my uncle, the doctor,” Changmin whispers to him while everyone else is hurrying around the apartment before they have to head out. “I got him to prescribe you the best medication for insomnia he knows. It’ll be in our mail before we get home tonight.”
Yoochun spins around and hugs Changmin with all the strength his limp limbs can muster. “I love you. Oh god, thank you.”
Changmin pats his back and tugs him out the door.
That night, Yoochun sleeps. He sleeps for six hours straight and this time, it’s Changmin who stays up and watches his hyung’s expressions as he wanders through the beautiful dreams only beautiful people can dream. Changmin strokes his fingertips down Yoochun’s jaw and then presses a kiss to his cheek before settling in and closing his eyes.
When the sun is just peeking over the horizon, they both open their eyes at the same moment. Slowly and sleepily, they find the other staring back.
“You know, you talked in your sleep last night,” Changmin says, voice still low and sweet from sleep.
“I did? Really? What did I say?”
Changmin licks his lips. “You said you love me.”
Yoochun smiles. “I do. And not just because you’re my drug dealer.”
“Insomnia medication isn’t drugs!”
“Shh…no exclamations before noon please,” Yoochun says and moves closer to Changmin so he’s cuddled into his chest.
Changmin grips Yoochun’s chin and forces his head to tilt up at him and meets his eyes.
“I was just wondering if you still feel the same way when you’re awake.”
“Oh, when did you become this bold?” Yoochun asks, grinning ear to ear and carding his fingers through Changmin’s black hair.
“When you started clinging to me as you sleep.”
Yoochun laughs, low and husky and beautiful music to Changmin’s ears. He kisses Changmin-just a simple press of Yoochun’s lips against his-and Changmin’s eyes widen like an actress’s in a drama would.
“I love you, Changmin.”
Changmin smiles then-that beautiful, child’s smile-and they kiss for long, sweet, morning sunrise minutes before settling back into peaceful sleep for the remaining hours of the morning.
a/n: haven't posted in a while, have several wips going (all yoomin surprise surprise...and like one yunjae). i wanna write homin and junsu pairings too but it's just been crazy lately with a whole lot of...nothing. idk. sorry, this is weird. yoochun's album is art and i love it and oh gosh...and i can't wait for jaejoong's and i miss the boys so much that i actually don't know how to handle it....ugh
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pairing: yoochun/changmin
length: ~1600 wc
summary: insomnia fucking sucks.
The thing about insomnia is, you see, it’s a bitch. Yeah. Unlike the romantic book characters who write poetry until the sun comes up actual insomniacs (insomniacs like Yoochun), are actually less productive while they’re awake all night than ever. Yoochun wishes he could compose music at three in the morning, at least then he’d having something to fucking do, but his shitty insomnia just keeps him up and doesn’t let him do much of anything that requires mind power.
He settles for wandering around the dorm like an old ghost, envying the other four boys who could pass out as soon as they hit the bed, for the most part. On occasion Jaejoong would be up with him, but he’s been sleeping better recently. Yunho petting his hair and cuddling up to him probably had something to do with that.
Yoochun wanders into the kitchen, wondering if he should make late-night ramyun for himself. It’s tempting, but he left the bedroom door open and he doesn’t want to disturb Jaejoong.
He wanders over to the living room and is about to settle on the couch when he notices his spot is already taken by a slack-jawed, deeply asleep Changmin.
“Yo, I wanted to lie there…” Yoochun mutters, barely audible.
“No hyung, stop stealing my cake...!” Changmin protests, obviously far off in some questionable dream world.
Yoochun just rolls his eyes. Changmin’s sleep-talking habit is something they’d all gotten used to a long time ago. He plants his ass on the floor by the couch and rests an arm on the part of the cushions not occupied by Changmin’s body.
“So, whatcha dreamin’ about?” Yoochun asks, bored out of his mind. Changmin might not be awake but he could still probably hold a more clear conversation than a drunk Jaejoong could.
“Caaaake.”
“Hmm, haven’t been getting much of that lately, have you?” Yoochun muses, frowning at Changmin’s exposed hipbones. They seemed even more prominent than usual.
“No cake…don’t steal mine.”
“Pshh, please, you know I only like the icing.”
“Hyung…” Changmin whispers in his sleep, eyebrows pulling together.
Yoochun stills and swallows loudly. “Y-yeah Changminnie?”
“That’s fucking gross.”
The next night, something similar happens, except they’re in Japan.
Yoochun finishes smoking a cigarette and comes back in from the balcony, still shivering from the cold. He spots Changmin sprawled out on the floor and rushes to get the thickest comforter he can find. There are no clean ones in the closet so he just grabs his own from his bedroom. It’s not like he’s going to find sleep anytime soon, anyways.
He drapes it over Changmin, making sure it covers his feet and tucks it under his chin. He settles cross-legged on the couch above Changmin, watching the boy sleep.
“So, what’s up?” Yoochun asks in slurred Japanese.
“Just contemplating the vastness of the universe and what might lie beyond the observable universe and then beyond the supposedly infinite cosmos,” Changmin replies in perfect Japanese. In his sleep.
“Um, what the fuck?”
The only response Yoochun gets is a soft snore.
Yoochun is nursing a bottle of soju he knows he’s going to regret in the morning but he hasn’t slept properly in maybe three weeks so he thinks he deserves to say fuck it all and drown his sleepless sorrows in alcohol.
Changmin is, for some reason, in the living room once again, curled into his blanket like a child. It’s rather endearing and Yoochun finds himself sitting on the floor just beside Changmin, stroking his hair.
“Changminnie,” Yoochun whispers. “I can’t sleep. I wanna sleep so bad but I can’t, fuck.”
The younger boy just hums and pouts, maybe in sympathy.
“I wish you were awake so I could rant to a conscious human about how much this fucking sucks.”
“Language, hyung.”
“You freak, how are you talking to me…while you’re asleep? How do you never remember these conversations in the morning? Seriously, you’re a freak,” Yoochun mumbles, but even as he says it he’s stroking his thumb across Changmin’s high, elegant cheekbone.
“That’s not very nice, hyung~” the boy sings.
“Tch. Brat.”
A few days later, during the daytime when they’re all awake, Yoochun finally remembers to ask “hey Changmin-ah, why do you sleep in the living room so often now?”
Changmin looks intently at his book and a visible blush crosses his cheeks. But there’s no secrets in a dorm of 5 boys so he spills, even if he’s embarrassed.
“Since Yunho-hyung sleeping in Jaejoong’s room my room feels kind of…empty. I got so used to having another person-a loud, snoring person-in there that it kind of freaks me out being alone. I feel closer to everyone if I sleep in the open area.”
Yoochun thinks it’s just about the most endearing thing he’s ever heard but he just smiles into his coffee cup and mouths an “oh.”
It’s Yoochun’s third night in a row without more than one hour of sleep at a time in between schedules, flights, and dorm fights. He really wants to cry because of how exhausted he is. It’s like hell. He really feels like he’s in hell and there’s no way out.
He throws up whatever shit dinner he had in the bathroom and oh god, he can’t be sick on top of everything, he just can’t. He brushes his teeth for four minutes to get the taste of vomit out and then showers and puts on fresh clothes, throwing the old, sweaty ones into the hamper with more force than necessary. He wants to punch things and cry and get drunk all at the same time.
“Hyung, just come to bed, please.” Changmin says, standing in the doorway, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and looking like a lost puppy.
Yoochun feels the anger and frustrating wind down at the sight.
He takes a deep breath. And then another. And then a few more. “Okay.”
Changmin grabs his hand and twines their fingers together and pulls him into what used to be Changmin and Yunho’s room, but from now on will probably Changmin and Yoochun’s room.
There’s two full sized beds but Yoochun gets on the same one as Changmin because if he’s going to have any hope of finding sleep, he’ll need a source of warmth on this cold winter night.
And Changmin sure is warm.
“You’re beautiful when you’re sleeping,” Yoochun muses, awake in the dark with just enough moonlight filtering in to highlight Changmin’s innocent, unguarded face.
“You’re beautiful all the time.” Changmin responds.
Yoochun smiles hugely at that one and curls an arm around Changmin’s waist and falls asleep with a smile on his face.
Tonight Yoochun is crying silently into his pillow, facing away from Changmin who’s been far off in a sweet dreamland for three, four, five hours. He just wants to sleep and fuck, it’s been so bad these past few months, never a moment of rest, never a good night’s sleep.
Changmin shifts in the bed and tosses an arm and leg around Yoochun’s body, nose nuzzling the Yoochun’s neck. “Shh,” the younger boy whispers, “count backwards from a hundred thousand and you’ll be asleep soon.”
Yoochun sniffs and tries to hold back the rest of his tears. “Okay,” he sobs, “I’ll try.”
It ends up not working, and Yoochun is up until after the sun rises and then they’re getting ready to pile into the van for their first schedule of the day and Yoochun feels like a goddamn zombie. He’s ready to die.
“I called my uncle, the doctor,” Changmin whispers to him while everyone else is hurrying around the apartment before they have to head out. “I got him to prescribe you the best medication for insomnia he knows. It’ll be in our mail before we get home tonight.”
Yoochun spins around and hugs Changmin with all the strength his limp limbs can muster. “I love you. Oh god, thank you.”
Changmin pats his back and tugs him out the door.
That night, Yoochun sleeps. He sleeps for six hours straight and this time, it’s Changmin who stays up and watches his hyung’s expressions as he wanders through the beautiful dreams only beautiful people can dream. Changmin strokes his fingertips down Yoochun’s jaw and then presses a kiss to his cheek before settling in and closing his eyes.
When the sun is just peeking over the horizon, they both open their eyes at the same moment. Slowly and sleepily, they find the other staring back.
“You know, you talked in your sleep last night,” Changmin says, voice still low and sweet from sleep.
“I did? Really? What did I say?”
Changmin licks his lips. “You said you love me.”
Yoochun smiles. “I do. And not just because you’re my drug dealer.”
“Insomnia medication isn’t drugs!”
“Shh…no exclamations before noon please,” Yoochun says and moves closer to Changmin so he’s cuddled into his chest.
Changmin grips Yoochun’s chin and forces his head to tilt up at him and meets his eyes.
“I was just wondering if you still feel the same way when you’re awake.”
“Oh, when did you become this bold?” Yoochun asks, grinning ear to ear and carding his fingers through Changmin’s black hair.
“When you started clinging to me as you sleep.”
Yoochun laughs, low and husky and beautiful music to Changmin’s ears. He kisses Changmin-just a simple press of Yoochun’s lips against his-and Changmin’s eyes widen like an actress’s in a drama would.
“I love you, Changmin.”
Changmin smiles then-that beautiful, child’s smile-and they kiss for long, sweet, morning sunrise minutes before settling back into peaceful sleep for the remaining hours of the morning.
a/n: haven't posted in a while, have several wips going (all yoomin surprise surprise...and like one yunjae). i wanna write homin and junsu pairings too but it's just been crazy lately with a whole lot of...nothing. idk. sorry, this is weird. yoochun's album is art and i love it and oh gosh...and i can't wait for jaejoong's and i miss the boys so much that i actually don't know how to handle it....ugh
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