Cure
onew/key
pg
it was the kind of awake that he knew shouldn't be happening. the middle of the night, laying in bed and staring at the ceiling, only being able to think about what he had to do in just a few hours' time. it was watching the clock, and thinking 'if i fall asleep at this time, i can wake up at this time and still get a decent amount of sleep', thinking about this and that and everything under the sun that he needed to do. his foot wiggled under the covers and he reached up to rub at his eyes, willing the sandman to do his magic and cement them shut.
no such luck.
and even in his musings his body was tired, it was lethargic, his limbs responding slowly to his brains' commands. when he would sneeze, or think about rolling over. it was all delayed. and so both feet started wiggling, the entirety of his bed shaking a bit from the excessive motion. he couldn't keep still. it was one thing he was never terribly good at. not in photoshoots, not in school, not in interviews. his mother had suggested medication but he didn't want that. he wasn't above it, but he wanted to conquer this himself.
he had yet to conquer sleep.
kibum let out a huff and rubbed his eyes once again. 3:04am and he had to be awake in two hours to head to the studio to record for their japanese debut. there was almost no point in sleeping, now. he'd just fall asleep and then get jarred from his slumber and his body and mind would be angry that he'd been interrupted in r.e.m., and everyone else would suffer. he'd rather be groggy and out of it than cranky and insufferable.
the edge of his mattress dipped and kibum's eyes focused as best as they could without the aid of his glasses, only to see jinki sliding onto the bed. even though kibum's vision wasn't fantastic he could see the leader's smile, the light from the street lamp outside streaming through the blinds and giving the older boy tiger stripes.
"can't sleep?" jinki asked.
kibum should have known jinki was awake. not for the fact they shared the same room, but because he knew that jinki was overworking himself, way more than the other members.
"no," kibum said softly, scooting over a bit in a silent invitation for jinki to lay down.
the leader took the invitation and lifted kibum's blankets to get under them, wrapping his arms around the younger boy's frame and pulling him into his sturdy, broad chest. they lay like that for a few moments, kibum listening to jinki's steady, slow heartbeat, jinki's fingers carding through kibum's hair. the rapper's eyes finally started to hood a little bit with the added warmth of jinki's body so close to his and he briefly thought that this, this was the medication that he had needed all along.
as he finally drifted off to sleep, jinki's fingers in his hair slowing to a halt, kibum smiled softly.
what a cure.
pg
it was the kind of awake that he knew shouldn't be happening. the middle of the night, laying in bed and staring at the ceiling, only being able to think about what he had to do in just a few hours' time. it was watching the clock, and thinking 'if i fall asleep at this time, i can wake up at this time and still get a decent amount of sleep', thinking about this and that and everything under the sun that he needed to do. his foot wiggled under the covers and he reached up to rub at his eyes, willing the sandman to do his magic and cement them shut.
no such luck.
and even in his musings his body was tired, it was lethargic, his limbs responding slowly to his brains' commands. when he would sneeze, or think about rolling over. it was all delayed. and so both feet started wiggling, the entirety of his bed shaking a bit from the excessive motion. he couldn't keep still. it was one thing he was never terribly good at. not in photoshoots, not in school, not in interviews. his mother had suggested medication but he didn't want that. he wasn't above it, but he wanted to conquer this himself.
he had yet to conquer sleep.
kibum let out a huff and rubbed his eyes once again. 3:04am and he had to be awake in two hours to head to the studio to record for their japanese debut. there was almost no point in sleeping, now. he'd just fall asleep and then get jarred from his slumber and his body and mind would be angry that he'd been interrupted in r.e.m., and everyone else would suffer. he'd rather be groggy and out of it than cranky and insufferable.
the edge of his mattress dipped and kibum's eyes focused as best as they could without the aid of his glasses, only to see jinki sliding onto the bed. even though kibum's vision wasn't fantastic he could see the leader's smile, the light from the street lamp outside streaming through the blinds and giving the older boy tiger stripes.
"can't sleep?" jinki asked.
kibum should have known jinki was awake. not for the fact they shared the same room, but because he knew that jinki was overworking himself, way more than the other members.
"no," kibum said softly, scooting over a bit in a silent invitation for jinki to lay down.
the leader took the invitation and lifted kibum's blankets to get under them, wrapping his arms around the younger boy's frame and pulling him into his sturdy, broad chest. they lay like that for a few moments, kibum listening to jinki's steady, slow heartbeat, jinki's fingers carding through kibum's hair. the rapper's eyes finally started to hood a little bit with the added warmth of jinki's body so close to his and he briefly thought that this, this was the medication that he had needed all along.
as he finally drifted off to sleep, jinki's fingers in his hair slowing to a halt, kibum smiled softly.
what a cure.