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Jeongin never particularly enjoyed spending time with everyone else during those weekly hangouts. He usually spent his time on his phone or staring off into space while the others had a blast.
But lately, he’s noticed how tired his hyungs are, especially Bangchan. Chan was usually tired; he was the main producer and all, but sometimes Jeongin wished he could just pull all of those responsibilities out and talk to him without Chan zoning off or yawning an annoying amount.
So here the two of them are, sitting side-by-side while the others exploded over a ‘friendly’ game of Uno. Chan had opted out, too tired apparently, and so did Jeongin, just to be closer to the older man.
Jeongin’s back pressed against Chan’s arm while they both scrolled through their secret accounts, watching edits Stays made and occasionally showing the other a video.
Jeongin didn’t want to be doing this right now, trying to ignore Jisung’s yelling and Yongbok’s deep-voiced or high-voiced teasing and trying not to look Chan in the eye for too long when they made eye contact between video sharing. He’d much rather be cuddled in his dorm next to Chan—since the rooms had been reassigned just recently and the two of them were in the same one—while Chan rambled about what he’d been working on today.
Chan snapped Jeongin out of the daydream. “You’re staring, Innie.” He was looking down at Jeongin.
“Hm?- OH! S-Sorry, Hyung, I didn’t mean to, was just zoning out and all..” Jeongin looked away fast, back at the looping edit.
“You tired? You look like it.” Chan fussed, leaning just a bit closer.
“Look who’s talking, you should be napping right now, and you’re worried about me?” Jeongin was surprised how well that came out; he expected a few stutters.
“Mm.” Chan looked away, not wanting to continue about that.
“Come on, Hyung, you’ve been editing the music all day. I know it’s our little hangout, but we can leave early!” Jeongin looked back up and reached up generally towards Chan’s face, not exactly having a target.
“Yeah, Channie-hyung! Go to bed! We can’t have our leader falling out on us now, not when our comeback is soon!” Jisung turned around, nearly elbowing Minho in the face who barked out at him.
Seungmin spoke up too, not wanting to be left out on the teasing, “Go Chan, I’m sure Innie will help you over there, being so old and all.” Jisung laughed at that, Changbin louder.
Chan sighed, “Fine, fine, but only tonight!”
“That’s not good enough, hyung!” Jeongin poked Chan’s face, “We’ll force you again, now come on.” He got off of Chan and stood up, offering his hands, one of which still held his own phone.
Chan sighed again, “Okay, okay, okay, I’m going.” He grabbed onto Jeongin’s hands and helped himself up, a bit awkward around the phone, causing Jeongin to silently cringe and lecture himself mentally.
Jeongin, once having a hold of the leader, immediately towed him to their room, “Not fast enough!” He giggled.
Hyunjin called after him, “Try not to break your frail old legs!” That earned some laughs around the table, especially from Yongbok and Seungmin.
Jeongin shut the door behind the two of them and made sure to lock it, trying his best to act like he didn’t. Chan probably didn’t notice; he was busy enough heading to the closet where both of their clothes were stored. Jeongin joined him, grabbing his own sleepwear.
Once they both had changed, Chan climbed into bed, and Jeongin sat on the bed beside him hesitantly. God, why did Chan look like that? Nonchalant and unbothered by the others’ pestering.
“Are you getting in bed or what?” Chan looked over at him, rolling onto his side and not bothering to lift his head.
“Oh!- uh ye-yeah!” Jeongin stammered suddenly and slipped under the covers. Why the hell was he so awkward???
Chan clearly noticed the change of mood; Jeongin didn’t really, and stared at him.
“What?”
“You stuttered.”
Jeongin swallowed, “Yeah? So?”
“Something’s up. Did Hyunjin say something? Seungmin? That bastard probably told you something weird.” Chan inched closer, reaching for Jeongin’s arm.
Jeongin swatted the hand away half-heartedly, “Noo. I’m just thinking.”
“About red lights?” Chan didn’t believe him fully. The phrase was used to refer to dirty thoughts, Chan didn’t use it often around the others, he wrote the song after all.
“No-No!” Jeongin reddened slightly and faced a different direction.
Chan laughed softly, “Sure.”
Jeongin didn’t reply, so Chan continued, “Seriously, Innie, what’s going on?”
Jeongin curled up a bit, “We’re asleep.”
“Innie..” Chan reached over Jeongin and pulled himself closer to the younger, using that voice he used with everyone when he was worried or could tell someone wasn’t themself. God, why was it so attractive right now?? “What’s wrong?”
“...” Jeongin inhaled deeply. “Nothing.”
“Jeongin.”
“I said nothing.”
“Yang Jeongin.” His tone went assertive, Jeongin flushed, and silently thanked god that he was facing away.
“..yes…?”
“What’s wrong?” Chan pulled Jeongin over onto his back.
Jeongin looked at him.
Chan waited.
“You look really attractive right now.” The younger one blurted out suddenly.
Chan raised an eyebrow, but didn’t interrupt.
“The way you just… fit in the clothing. Your bare face. You look overwhelmingly beautiful.” Jeongin stammered out.
Silence.
“You look adorable.”
Jeongin didn’t know how to reply. “What?"
“You’re cute. You’re fussing over me being attractive, you’re blushing, you’re refusing to tell me. It’s adorable.”
Jeongin swallowed hard.
Chan did not continue, but he probably could.
“Why are you like this?”
Chan looked confused, “What do you mean?”
“You’re so confident all the time, and are so busy, but you have time for everyone else, then extra for being chronically online like Bokkie. But you have time for me. And you make me–I admit it–blush like I’m in hell.”
Chan chuckled, “You should’ve paid attention during your health lessons.”
“What?”
“Never mind.” Chan stared at the younger for a long while. Jeongin stared back because he now had an excuse?
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“You should get some sleep.” Jeongin breathed eventually.
“I know.”
“Then do it.”
“I want you to do something first.”
Jeongin looked at the older man, confused. “Huh?”
“You want something. I’ll give it.”
Jeongin realized and immediately got embarrassed, “What? No! Absolutely not! No, no nono no.”
“Then I guess I’ll have to stare at you instead.”
“Channie-hyung!” Jeongin whined, then in a serious tone, “You need sleep.”
“You want something.”
“Channie!”
Chan just stared at him.
“Chan.”
“What?”
“I’m not saying it.”
“Then we’ll both stay awake.” Chan inched closer again, obviously this time.
Jeongin huffed, stubborn, but knowing he had to give in eventually, so he mumbled incoherently.
“Clearer.”
The younger man sighed, and in a very quiet voice, “Can we cuddle..?”
“Hmm? I can’t hear you.”
“Don’t push your luck.”
Chan giggled, “Okay, okay, come here.” Chan pulled Jeongin in and wrapped his arms around him, resting his chin on the younger’s head. Jeongin grumbled but let him and pressed against him, breathing in his smell.
“You’re mean.”
“You don’t ask for what you want.”
Jeongin huffed again, “You don’t sleep.”
“I will tonight.” He promised.
They both were relaxed by then, breathing matched, Chan’s eyes on Jeongin while he quickly fell asleep. But it took Chan a really long time. He counted each time Jeongin shifted closer, each time his breathing fell out of beat, then matched Chan’s again, but he kept glancing at the digital clock on the nightstand on Jeongin’s side.
9:23
9:50
10:34
11:12
11:40
Chan was overthinking the entire time. What if this is platonic? Jeongin doesn’t really like me like that, right? Was that even a confession? Will I fall asleep soon? Will I sleep in by accident? Does Jeongin stick with me because he likes me or because he likes me? I should fall asleep. Jeongin would be angry, right?
So, he did fall asleep then.
11:46.
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Jeongin woke first. To Chan’s alarm. Chan wasn’t one to sleep through alarms; he always had one, but this one had been going on for a few minutes.
Jeongin groaned and nudged Chan awake. “Channie-hyung, turn your alarm off.” He mumbled in his tired voice.
Chan hummed acknowledgment with his own sleepy voice, reaching back to swipe on his phone, then he retracted back and wrapped around Jeongin again.
“You should get up.” Jeongin pulled him closer.
“I should.” He replied, his voice as deep as Yongbok’s voice.
Jeongin swallowed. He felt himself warm up on the inside by just the voice. Chan noticed.
“That hot?” Chan half-teased, half-said, tired.
“MMM.” Jeongin nuzzled into Chan somewhere; he didn’t know where his face was in relation to Chan’s body, but he found a crook and went into it.
Chan smiled softly, “I’m getting up.”
“Can we cuddle later?” Jeongin opened his eyes to see Chan’s already open.
“If I have time, I promise.”
That was enough. For now, at least.
Chan got out of bed after extracting himself from Jeongin (who was holding him pretty tight for this early), then slipped into some other clothes. Jeongin grabbed Chan’s pillow and hugged it instead, feeling empty without Chan with him.
Chan patted Jeongin’s head before he left, whispering something comforting before he left to be productive, making sure he had his laptop. Jeongin fell back asleep, curling his legs around the pillow Chan slept on.