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The clock tells him that it is 3:49 in the morning. The clock can fuck right off.
He’d gone and made tea some time ago, and sat on the hallway couch to read a bit. The dullest book on the shelf was probably Harry Potter, which Taerae is not sure who's the owner, and he's halfway through anyway. It had been 2:15 when he’d sat down. His tea was cold.
As Taerae sat there, cursing the clock in his mind, a pair of arms gently encircled him from his side. He sighed at the gentle kiss on his neck. “Come back to bed, hyung,” Junhyeon whispers into his skin.
“I can’t--”
“Just come lie down.” Another kiss. “Come lie down for a while.”
Taerae does. He sets the book down on top of the water dispenser and follows Junhyeon back to the room. When he’d tried to sleep earlier, he’d been unable to find comfort and had only felt the need to move his body. But now, as Junhyeon pulled the covers over them both, Taerae lets out a sigh of contentment.
They’re facing one another, which Taerae thinks is rather nice, but Junhyeon says, “Other side,” and nudges him to turn around to face the wall. It’s a pleasant night, there's probably a waning crescent moon — and in his mind, he hears this in Junhyeon's voice — your smile as pretty as the full moon.
Taerae supposes that he expects Junhyeon to spoon up behind him since he's obviously taller than the older, but he does not. Instead, he feels Junhyeon's hands stroking up and down his back, slow and languid, and then the even strokes turn to kneading as Junhyeon starts massaging his shoulders. It’s unexpected but Jesus , it feels good, and Taerae sighs deeply, his brain still imagining the crescent moon.
Taerae does not remember falling asleep, but when he is woken the following morning by Junhyeon shifting around behind him (he had ended up snuggled close, fancy that) he feels refreshed. Like a new man. He snuggles closer against Junhyeon's chest, because he can, and as the man behind him chuckles softly and breathes a "so cute, hyung", Taerae dozes just a little longer.
There was once a time wherein Junhyeon would go jogging in the morning.
He’d get up around 6:00 or 7:00, eat, stretch, run, shower, go to practice. Like clockwork, almost. It wasn’t something he ever really thought about, everyone in the show probably have the same routine but the truth is, he was never a morning person, it practically grow on him.
Junhyeon had never been very attached to the idea of sleep, or lying in bed, or anything ever since he came here four months ago. Honestly, if asked, he felt that there was always something better to do with his time, with his life, than waste it away in bed.
More the fool, him.
With no alarm to prompt him, Junhyeon found himself awake near 6:40 in the morning on an off-day — dual position mission is finally over — so they have the whole day to themselves. That he put on his sweatpants and runners was practically second nature. However, as he sat on the bed to put on his socks, his dear Taerae hyung stirred.
“Wha' chu' doin”
Junhyeon smiled over his shoulder. “I was going for a jog. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Taerae, now a bit more roused, rolled to better face him. “What? Why?”
Junhyeon furrowed his brow. “What do you mean? I always go.”
This, it seemed, was not an acceptable answer. “No. That’s different. Today’s our only day off.”
“Yes?”
“‘S’your day off, and my day off. Come back to bed.”
“I think you’ll find I’m already in bed-- oh! ” Taerae, in a surprising feat of energy this early in the morning, had taken his arm in-hold and tugged so that Junhyeon flailed onto his back. Laughing, he straightened himself on the mattress, wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants and one sock. Taerae pulled him close, and soon Junhyeon had his arm around the other man, feeling his deep, sleepy breaths against his neck.
Junhyeon cups Taerae's face, showering him with kisses as the older gives him his pretty pretty pretty smile.
“You’re a bad influence.”
“We’ll go on a walk later.”
“I’ll hold you to that.”
“Mmm.”
And like a light, Taerae was asleep again. This, Junhyeon decided, was a very good idea. He mentally applauded his sweetheart for thinking of it. Here, in the bed, with nowhere to go and nothing to do, was exactly where he wanted to be.
He should enjoy this as much as it can, destiny can be cruel sometimes and he's not ready to leave his precious hyung yet.