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The hours pass so slow. Like it’s forever.
Everyone is long asleep now in the dorm. Only Euijoo turning and rolling on his bed. On his back, now on his side. Then the other side and in the end on his tummy.
All of the positions make his body want to explode. He can’t just keep doing that. He officially decides that can’t fall asleep. Not like that.
Euijoo’s mind is still racing nonstop. He feels like he’s running out of time. Not like he can do anything. He would like to, but he can’t. Euijoo checks his phone again.
Nothing.
He gets up from his bed and makes it out from the room, making sure no one else hears anything. Euijoo would feel terrible, if he was the reason others also couldn’t sleep. He gets a glass of water for himself and sits down in the kitchen.
Euijoo’s mind will not stop until he gets what he actually wants.
Wang Yixiang. Nicholas. His best friend.
He’s away. Exceptionally far away. Euijoo will go crazy. Nicholas is back in Taiwan and only coming home next morning. To be exact in ten hours. He will land in nine hours, but still one hour to get him back.
Back. Back in the dorm. Back in his arms. Not kilometers away, close to his heart.
Euijoo thought it would be easier if he sleeps through that time. He would just wake up, like a half an hour before before his Nicholas arrives.
The apartment is silent. Euijoo smiles to himself. It’s good that there are no noises. His members are- No, his family is sleeping safe and sound. Just this simple fact makes him happier.
Euijoo gets down the last drops and stands beside the window. The night life outside is not on the calmer side. Cars go left and right. Their life didn’t stop, because Euijoo is missing someone.
Quarter past two, and Euijoo’s brain still in the process of combusting, then leaving behind million tiny pieces. Not surprisingly, all of them scream one name.
Nicholas.
Euijoo visits the bathroom, and after a quick pee, he doesn’t go back to his room. His route is to Harua’s and Nicho’s shared room.
He thanks anyone who’s up in the skies, because the usually screech noise maker door was dead silent. Euijoo is checking on Harua, almost leaning into the younger’s face.
Fighting off the cute aggression to squish his face, he backs up. Harua was honestly one of the most adorable person Euijoo ever witnessed in his entire life. He was hugging teddy bear plush close to his body and he was draped in a big fluffy blanket.
Euijoo wishes he would have his phone on on him.
He slowly approaches Nicholas’s wardrobe. The wardrobe is well organized, maybe too well organized, it’s kinda creeps Euijoo out. Everything is placed by clothes types and then by color.
Euijoo smiles again, just thinking of Nicho’s passion of fashion. Right, sometimes it can be kind of annoying when he makes fun of Euijoo’s outfits. In his heart Euijoo knows Nicholas just likes to tease him or at least he hopes.
Looking at the skirt drawer, his stomach flipped and his mind goes dizzy.
After looking through every section and finally finding the pajama segment. He grabs a baby blue colored, little over used, bigger old shirt. Euijoo held it tight to his chest, and buried his nose deep into the fabric.
Nicho’s faint fragrance and sweet smell still lingered in it. It can’t be compared to anything. Euijoo’s heart is too weak for this.
Quickly, Euijoo drops his own shirt to the floor puts on his newly obtained one.
He closes the wardrobe and stands in the middle of the room. He could go back into his own room. He could. But, Euijoo will not.
He slips into Nicholas’s bed instead. Euijoo closes his eyes. Safety, warmness, familiarity. All those words flash in his brain.
Peace, calmness, bond.
A bond that could never be broken. The years behind them sealed everything for the future. The hard years in the past made them to these people, who are they now. Euijoo would never change that. It’s perfect as it is now.
Euijoo brings the blanket closer, then covers his whole body with that. He is kind of surprised that it covers him, from neck to toe.
He fits perfectly here. Everything is highly perfect. Still, he misses just one small detail.
How much he would like to sleep here every night.
Not because he’s jealous of the room, maybe yes, also that. Somehow live hood with other four men in one room wasn’t the best living condition he could’ve ask for.
Beside that fact, the main reason was that one resident of that room.
Euijoo reminiscences at the moment, when he realized nothing is platonic about his feeling.
Nicholas was on his knees, in the middle of a flower field. Only looking at him, no one else. Remarkably dreamy sight, too much for his heart. His Nicholas focused heart.
Suddenly, he hears noises outside, coming from the kitchen. Must be Yudai, he has tendencies to wake up in the middle of the night and have a run around the house. Euijoo was always frightened by that. He felt like it could be any night when a paparazzi hunts him down.
They had a smaller fight about it, but his Yudai hyung was sure nothing would happen. He’s an adult man who can protect himself. Euijoo believes him, but cares about him to much.
Still, if it’s him, Euijoo doesn’t wants to face him, so he turns to his side, to look like he was already fallen asleep. He could deal with the teasing in the morning.
The door let’s out that horrible screech, that Euijoo precisely avoided. He grins, Euijoo always thought it was sweet how everyone keeps tabs on the others. Even if it’s just a fast check-up.
That what he originally thought. Then footsteps begin to fill up the noiseless night scene. Euijoo attempted to balance out his breathing to sound like he was already asleep.
The footsteps became stronger, and when it was the loudest, it stopped. Right beside him.
The bed dips and Euijoo looses all the brain cells which focused on breathing normally.
“Juju, my Juju, what are you doing here?”
The voice instantly kills him. It’s him, Nicholas. He curls up behind him, making Euijoo the small spoon.
“I know you’re awake, talk to me.” whispers straight into Euijoo’s right ear. Goosebumps travel on his body, even on places where he didn’t know he could get goosebumps.
“I just couldn’t sleep, I missed you, Nicho.” Euijoo blurts out, awfully honestly.
Nicholas giggles into his nape and drapes his arms around Euijoo’s waist. The waist was kind of both of their weak point. Nicholas loved to hold it at every opportunity and Euijoo enjoyed every second of it.
“So you thought if you get into my clothes and my bed, you could?”Nicholas cackles, of course he teases him. It wouldn’t be his Nicho if he didn’t. “I feel like I’m getting borderline seduced right now!”
Every word hits the back of his neck, sending shivers down on him. It feels to domestic and intimate. Euijoo’s going to be delusional about this for weeks.
He can’t answer that, he just stays still. Maybe safest option.
“Come on, Juju! At least look at me, let’s have a chit-chat!” Nicho shakes him a little.
When Euijoo stays motionless, he grips at his waist. He lets out a choked back moan, Euijoo feels so pathetic. It was clearly heard, by the culprit. He purrs into Euijoo’s back, and presses their bodies even closer. There couldn’t even get a fly in between them.
Euijoo’s stomach begins to continuously somersaulting. He will die tonight.
The hold on his waist becomes even harder, and Euijoo swiftly gets turned over. Good lord, not that.
Now Nicholas and Euijoo are facing each other. Their heartbeat and breath becomes one. No one dares to move, the moment is too sacred.
Euijoo gets flashback when they were in the training camp. After getting eliminated, he thought there was no way to be an idol anymore. Euijoo remembers getting comforted by Nicholas there. Euijoo was draped on Nicho’s chest, while the shorter caressed his back and whispered into his ear.
Everything will be fine, Euijoo. You were born to be a star. To be adored, to be looked up, to inspire others. You make me do all these things.
“Why are you crying, Juju?” Nicho reaches out to wipe of the stray tear.
“Nothing, nothing. Why did you come home earlier?” questions him Euijoo.
“I just felt that you will not survive without me.” Nicho laughs a little, then his face changes.
Euijoo sits up and pulls Nicholas onto his chest. He wants to give back, not just take.
“Tell me the real reason.” Euijoo whispers into the night and places both of his on the boy. One hand slowly stroking Nicho’s back, the other finds its place in his hair. “I need to know if you have any problem, Nicho. Tell me, please.”
The older boy sighs and looks up, straight into Euijoo’s eyes.
“The photo shoot went nice, there was no problem. Ah, it’s kinda silly of to get upset at that.” he buries his face into Euijoo’s (actually his) shirt.
“I bet it’s not silly, you just love to put yourself down.You know, that’s the really silly thing.”
“Some staff there gossiped about me there. Somehow I thought, if I go back to my home country, they wouldn’t do anything like that. I don’t know why, they are still just people. Same nationality doesn’t mean they will treasure me. The staff members whispered about how scary I look.” Nicholas murmurs his tale and wraps his arm around Euijoo again.
Obviously, around his waist. “I just couldn’t be there anymore.”
“They know nothing about you, my Nicho. They have no idea how perfect and lovable you are. You are the epitome of love. There’s nothing scary about you. You are beautiful and handsome, maybe sometimes overly good looking. Your brain, heart and soul also gorgeous and-”
“You sound like you’re trying to sell my insides on the black market.” Nicholas giggles into Euijoo’s chest.
“Ya! Wang Yixiang, I’m trying to comfort your dumb ass!” Euijoo smacks him on his back and smiles victoriously when Nicho yelps.
“Hmm, I feel so comforted now.” his humming vibrates into Euijoo’s ribs. “Also, like I just got confessed. I felt a little upset, but now I’m just surprised. Ah, Juju, I knew I was your favorite!” Nicholas hugs him even tighter.
“You are such an idiot.”
Nicholas moves from the hold and lifts up his head. They are now on the same eye level.
“Said the guy who’s in my clothes, my bed and my arms. Be honest with me and yourself, Juju.”
Nicholas moves his right hand, and places it to rest it on Euijoo’s face.
“But you also have to be honest with me.” The whispered words tickle Nicholas’s lips.
“I didn’t feel fully home. The experience wasn’t complete. I was missing something.” His eyes travel through Euijoo’s soul, living no place for secrets. “You, Euijoo. My Juju, you are an essential piece for me to feel at home.”
Now that was a confession.
Nicholas searches any sign on Euijoo’s face. Anything. He slowly removes the hand from Nicholas’s hair and caresses his face.
Nicho starts to carefully move closer. He studies Euijoo’s face, he can’t see so much, just what the moonlight lets him. Nicholas is thankful for the moon.
Euijoo doesn’t say anything, slowly closes his eyes and waits for it to happen.
“You are incredible, Euijoo.”
He opens his eyes back, in panic. Euijoo thinks to himself, if he misinterpreted the situation.
“Nichol, what is-”
He would’ve questioned the other, if Nicholas didn’t surged forward. No, not in a hurry. Maybe a little too excited, but he took it slow. To feel up all of the millimeters of Euijoo’s lips, to take in all of the little sounds that Euijoo lets out. The kiss is far away from rough. It’s velvety, smooth, slow, almost lazy. His lips are soft, just like the boy. It’s very on brand for Euijoo and the fact makes Nicho giggle into the kiss.
When they separate Nicholas continues the stroking of Euijoo’s cheek.
“What was that for?” ask the boy under him, Euijoo tucks Nicho’s outgrown mullet hair piece behind his ear. He also can’t stop himself for laughing quietly.
“You are my home, Euijoo.” Nicholas instantly leans back for another kiss, but it’s shorter now.
He checks on the boy under him. Euijoo’s beautiful round eyes makes his heart cry. He can’t live without him. Nicho smiles softly at him, then dives back down.
Euijoo is ready for the incoming loving kisses, but never receives them on his lips. Instead he gets showered with tiny smooches everywhere else.
Like an undiscovered land, Nicholas makes sure to travel every part of his face with his lips. Euijoo’s eyelids, forehead, bridge of his nose and apple of his cheeks. Nicho follows the line of his jawline, up to his ears.
“My Juju, right? Only mine, no one else could have you, like I do.” Nicho places a wet kiss into Euijoo’s ear shell. Small kiss on the tip of his nose. “Right?”
“Yes, you are right.” Euijoo nods, then places his left hand to hold Nicho’s neck and bring him closer. “Yours, only yours.”
The kiss was now more familiar, not rushed, but with more confidence. Nicho hugs his hips with his thighs and attempts to be even closer.
They turn the night into furthermore pecks and giggles. None of them would’ve expected this to happen, but both of them look the happiest in a long time.
“Why did you chose this shirt?” Nicho fiddles with the neck of the clothe in between his fingers.
“You had this since the trainee days, holds so many memories. Also, it smells so much like you.”
“Oh, you hold dearly into our werewolf concept or you spend immensely much time with Taki!”
Nicholas got slapped, again.
“Your closet is so creepy, it’s so well organized.” Euijoo thinks out loud. “I didn’t know you own so many skirts.” claims with large eyes.
“Oh, Juju, you like my skirt collection?” Nicholas wiggles his eyebrows. “I could easily fuck you in any of them.”
“What is wrong with you?” whisper shouts Euijoo back at the laughing boy, who looks like he will die from choking on his own giggles. “You are so dumb, I hate you! Good night!”
Euijoo turns back to his side, his back facing Nicho. Then he grabs the until now shared blanket and pulls all of it for himself.
“Good night Euijoo. I love you.”
Nicholas moves back being the big spoon and smiles into Euijoo’s nape. “Say it back, you have to.” He nips at the boy’s waist.
“Ah! Okay, okay.” Euijoo grabs both of Nicholas’s hands and holds them close. “I also love you, Nicho.”