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Dylan could feel the persistent turn and tossing of the body beside him, accompanied by the scuffling of the sheets against the mattress.
He popped one eye open and then the other as he took in the scene.
His brows frowned, and a small pout painted his plump lips. His silver hair was all over the place, messily sprawled over the pillow.
Jun couldn’t sleep, no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t help but shift uncomfortably again and again.
They were on tour, away from everything he was familiar with and that only worsted his insomnia.
The two had to share the same bed due to a problem with the reservation the company made.
They thought the situation could be handled easily but they were wrong, highlighting and increasing their dissimilarities.
“Do you still have trouble sleeping?
Thought you solved that a long time ago.”
The older’s voice was hoarse from sleep, refocusing his gaze as he leaned on his side just so he could watch him better.
He was still half asleep, lost between Morfeo’s world and the human one they lived in.
The other nodded before mumbling a small “Yeah”, he convinced all the members he had found a solution so they wouldn’t worry. But it was impossible to hide the truth now.
His fingers trembled a little, almost imperceptibly, feeling a crippling sensation of anxiety make room in his chest. Gulping a little he turned his face to the opposite direction, hoping it would go unnoticed.
He wasn’t good with asking for help, and the silver knew that perfectly.
That’s why he scooted a little closer, gently wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him closer.
He made the younger’s head rest on his torso as he intertwined their legs, a hand slowly running through his hair. Smoothing the brown locks until they were free from the mess of knots created by the overthrow.
“We won’t talk about it in the morning, got it?”
He mumbled, softly caressing his back, drawing imaginary circles over the shirt he was wearing. Silently tracing his breathing pattern as he closed his eyes again, ready to get back to sleep.
On the other hand, Jun’s hazels were wide open and his heart was pounding inside of his ribcage. His ear rested exactly over his chest so he could hear the boy’s heartbeat playing his own melody.
Trapped into his embrace to the point he could do nothing but wrap his arms around his waist to keep them stable.
This was dazing, his head feeling lighter as he kept his attention stuck on the rise and fall of his chest. He felt his nerves relax completely against his touches, leaving no space for anything else.
His brain was filled with an instant sensation of relief as if he was being kept underwater all this time and could breathe freely just now.
“You don’t have to do everything by yourself, you know?
It weighs less if we divide it in two.”
Dylan bubbled out, drowsy and tired from all the practice they had the day prior.
He was telling the truth.
No matter what it took, he would’ve never left the spot beside him.
They loved to bicker and make fun of each other, but he wouldn’t trade their relationship for anything in the world.
At the base, there was a pure form of devotion and maybe something more they weren’t still ready to admit themselves.
This was fine too, there was no rush.
It was good enough to hold each other like that, freezing time as they both fell into the deep hole of dormancy.
They spent all night like this, neither of them moved or dared to change position out of fear of waking the other up.
It had been years since the younger had slept that well, he felt like he could overcome everything he encountered. Conquering the world and winning over and over again.
He was the first to wake up, needing a minute to adjust to the harsh lighting filtering through the opened window.
It was warm enough to tickle his skin, a small huff leaving his mouth.
Dylan was still sleeping, glued to his side as a few silver locks framed his pretty face.
Lips parted slightly, so soft and rosy he thought they would probably taste like the best thing he ever come across.
It came naturally to him to reach over and caress one of his cheeks, gently brushing over the fairy skin.
He looked like an angel, what if everything was a cover just to hide that single fact?
The boy was too ethereal to be made of bones and blood like everyone else.
The older had the ability to take his breath away, sending shivers down his spine, from head to toe.
Jun could’ve spent hours admiring him but he had things to do, plus he didn’t want to get caught staring. Otherwise, he would have swam in his eyes, losing in their depths and taking in every detail all his life.
Gently kissing his forehead and murmuring a small “Thank you” before breaking the embrace, already feeling the missing warmth of his body as he headed to the bathroom.
He never felt like this, what was he doing to him?