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Jay had just returned from his long day of schedules, coat in hand. He walked through the door and into the dorm.
As far as he knew, nobody was home. It wasn't often that he got chances for alone time like this, with their overpacked schedules and crowded dorm rooms. There was usually at least two people in the dorm at a time, or no one at all.
Nevertheless, it was a rare opportunity, and Jay was not going to let it go to waste. He had made up his mind to binge watch Squid Games for the third time, and was putting his feet onto the wood table in front of the couch (nobody could tell him not to) when he heard keys jiggle in the front door.
Oh, great, he thought, quickly placing his feet on the floor. My relaxation day is ruined.
Then a tired Jungwon walked in, rubbing his eyes as he stuffed the keys in his pocket with his other hand. Jay felt a ping of guilt. He wasn't the only one who had tough schedules, and he should've known that he would be surrounded by his band mates 24/7 when he signed his contract. Jungwon looked up and smiled at him, albeit tiredly.
"Hey hyung," he mumbled, his voice a bit raspy from vocal practice all day. " I didn't know you were home already. " Jay smiled back and gestured for Jungwon to sit next to him on the sofa.
"Yeah, my solo vocal practice got cancelled, and I was gonna squish in some dance practice, but the studios were full," he said, truthfully. Jungwon nodded and flopped next to Jay. they spent a few minutes watching the TV, wincing every time another actor was shot in the first game. It never got less disturbing how gruesome that episode was. Jay eventually got bored of the show, deciding to get up and make some ramen, when he looked over and caught sight of a snoring Jungwon.
He stared for a few seconds, smiling to himself.
He's so peaceful like this, he thought. So sweet-looking.
He had the sudden urge to go over there and just lay with him, intertwine their limbs and enjoy each others warmth. Jungwon was so small compared to Jay, and he thought that with one wrong move he could break him, crack his delicate bones. He was hesitant, but eventually gave in and placed himself gently next to Jungwon. He could hear his own heartbeat as he wrapped his arms around his dongsaeng's sleeping body, wincing when he felt the younger move. He didn't want to wake him up and be caught... cuddling with him.
Of all things, cuddling? It felt almost more shameful than if he'd felt him up in his sleep. At least then he'd have a valid reason for being embarrassed. Now he just felt... stupid.
But it was so good, so comforting, to hear his slow breaths and feel his arms around him. Almost like they were always supposed to be there, like it was wrong for them to not be.
He felt himself get drowsy, tired from months of practice and performances. He let himself drift to sleep.
"Hyung? Jay hyung?"
A voice lulled him out of his trance-like sleep. He opened his eyes to Jungwons pink-dusted face looking directly at his own.
He instinctively jerked back, breaking the closeness they had had just seconds earlier, hiding his gaze.
Unfortunately, there's only so much space available on a narrow sofa with two people laying on it. They toppled off the couch, Jay's elbow hitting the edge of the table as he went down.
He made a strangled noise and landing on top of a now furiously blushing Jungwon.
"Sh-shit, are you alright? The younger asked, watching Jay awkwardly hold his arm in pain.
" Yeah I'm, uh, fine, " he said, quickly. It sounded forced, he knew, but he also knew it wasn't a bad injury. Just briefly painful. "I hit my... I hit my funnybone."
Jungwon let out a giggle.
"Your... Funnybone?" He repeated . He kept on laughing when Jay pouted from on top of him, looking down at the hysterical boy in faux anger.
"Stop laughing, Jungwon-ah, it's not funny."
Jungwon didn't listen, and he pushed Jay off him and to the side.
"Hyung, you're so odd. If you wanna cuddle with me then just ask. Maybe next time not on the tiny sofa though?"
Jay mumbled something like, "who wants to cuddle with you?" And stormed off to his room, rubbing his elbow and blushing profusely .
He had to admit, as he walked away, part of him wished he could go back to hugging his fellow band member and never stop. Not that he would ever tell anyone, though.
That was far too embarrassing.