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You’re currently forcing your eyes to keep themselves open, convincing yourself you have all the time tomorrow to catch up on sleep. Though, you couldn’t help it, the rumbling of Haechan’s chest as he spoke and the clicking of his mouse and keyboard was lulling you to slumber.
“Babe… what are you doing?” Your boyfriend asks, with his microphone muted, when he sees your furrowed eyebrows and pouty lips after his match. You’re resting on his lap with your head against his chest, your front facing his monitor that illuminates you both with shifting colors. Normally, he’d be more cautious when asking, but you look so warm and sleepy to the point you look like a frustrated puppy.
“Clearly, ‘m trying to stay awake. This is the first time we’ve seen each other this week and I’m not going to miss this opportunity, no matter what it takes.” You looked up at him the best you could, too drained to fully twist your body to face him. You thought you sounded determined but what had entered Haechan’s ears were merely slurred syllables. You don’t notice him stifling a laugh through your ajar eyes.
He sighs dramatically, “gosh, am I that boring to you?” When he doesn’t get a response in any form, he glances at you again.
You had shifted back to your original position as soon as you finished your little speech, but he still tries to let his thumbs run across your cheeks. “You know, I would’ve stopped playing if you asked me to,” he tells you in a much softer tone.
You fight back the urge to nod off right then and there at his careful touch, but you manage to reply. “Yeah, well, I don’t wanna impose. This is your only downtime, you can do anything you like. I could watch you do absolutely nothing for hours and I’d still be thrilled.”
“Are you sure? I really don’t mind, we can transfer now.”
You sloppily and enthusiastically nod, maybe a bit overenthusiastically for your head is heavy with sleep that it lolls around, “mhm, go ahead. I’m so sure, more sure than I’ve ever been in my life!”
He hums, wondering if you’re conscious that you’re saying more than enough. He loves how you’re comfortable enough to sleep on him, comfortable enough to let him hear your drowsy incoherence. “I’ll wake you up once I finish this last one, okay?”
You protest, almost jumping out of his lap and waking yourself up, “no, no. I’ll stay up until you’re tired. I want to hear you yell at your supposed incompetent teammates. ‘S kinda hot, y’know, when you’re all worked up.”
Haechan throws his head back to the chair’s headrest and laughs so heartily that your own heart manages to swell at the sound; he ponders if you’ll remember your remark when you’ve gotten enough rest. You intertwine your own hands with his and give them a gentle squeeze. He lets go and instantly, he hears a defeated whine come from you.
You mumble a little I’m exaggerating and give him a kiss on his cheek to the best of your abilities. He gives you an amused smirk and you turn your back on him with crossed arms, rolling your eyes, “it’s for good luck, obviously. I’m your lucky charm.”
You said you’d stay awake, but the next time the VICTORY! screen appears, he immediately looks at you to find you asleep with a gentle smile gracing your face. And Haechan silently admits to himself you were right, he’s lucky to have you.