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Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock.
Time was going very slow for Hoseok. It's 3 AM now but he still didn't feel like he would sleep soon. It had been a week, no kidding, and Hoseok never slept. He couldn't go to sleep no matter how tired he was. Even though he tried to lay down on his bed and close his eyes tightly as long as possible, or counted a thousand sheep, or even took a bottle of sleep medicine at once, Hoseok still couldn't sleep. He had come to see a doctor but the doctor said that he was completely fine and healthy.
Hoseok sighed and crawled down from his bed. He took his jacket and his jeans and wore them over his sleeveless shirt and boxer. He needed to go to the bar now. Maybe a few bottles of alcohol could help him to get drunk. And then sleep.
The closest bar from his apartment was not really close. He needed fifteen minutes to get there from his apartment building. After he arrived and perfectly parked his expensive car, Hoseok stepped into the not-too-crowded bar and found the empty seat easily. He chose to sit right in front of a busy male bartender who was also his best friend.
"Namjoon," Hoseok called his friend's name, "seriously. I think I'm going crazy."
"Why?" Namjoon, his friend plus the bartender, asked. "Can't sleep again, tonight?"
"I can't! It has been a week now. But that damn doctor said I'm fine."
"Have you tried to make yourself extremely tired before going to sleep? Like...you know...having rough sex?"
Hoseok chuckled. "Yeah. But it's not working. She collapsed, but I was still fresh and maybe ready for another round."
Namjoon chuckled too, showing off his dimples. "How about sleep medicine?"
"Not working too. I took five pills at once but I was still conscious. I took another five pills but I was still conscious. That's crazy, right? I put all of those pills into my mouth and drank a jar of water and I am still alive!"
"How about getting drunk?"
"Nah," Hoseok clicked his finger, "I'm going to try it now."
"So should I give you... a lot of alcoholic drinks?"
"Yeah. Give me a lot of them. Make me drunk."
"Okay."
While waiting for his alcoholic drink, Hoseok looked around. The bar wasn't so crowded yet people still came and went one by one. Some of those people who left were totally drunk, while some people were still a bit conscious. Deep inside his heart, Hoseok really was hoping that he would get drunk and he wouldn't care if Namjoon had to help him go back home. As long as he could sleep after this. Hoseok just wanted to sleep.
"Hey, Namjoon."
Hoseok turned to his right side. A pale guy with weird turquoise hair and some ear-piercing sat down there, beside him. He wore a dark blue hoodie, ripped jeans, and white basketball shoes.
"Hey, Yoongi. Impolite, as usual," Namjoon greeted him back. "So...lemonade?"
And that turquoise-haired guy--Yoongi--nodded. "Yup. Thanks, Joonie."
"Joonie?" Hoseok frowned for a moment, before bursting into laughter. "I don't think Namjoon deserves that cute nickname."
Yoongi slightly turned towards him. "I think Namjoon is cute with that dimple."
"Thanks, Yoongi. You're the best," Namjoon gave his best smile to Yoongi before shoving a medium glass full of alcoholic drink to Hoseok. "And this is your drink. Hope you will get drunk and sleep soon."
"Well, thanks, Joonie," Hoseok giggled. He chugged the liquor down his throat and wow, the taste was so strong but he knew right away that it wasn't strong enough to make him drunk. Hoseok sighed in disappointment. This was not going to work too. Or maybe he needed more than a glass.
Yoongi just stared at Hoseok silently for a moment before he decided to play with his phone rather than staring at a stranger. But when he pulled his phone out of his jeans pocket, he also dropped his apartment key. The key fell near Hoseok's legs.
"Sorry. I dropped my key near your leg," said Yoongi. Hoseok just nodded and moved his leg a bit. Yoongi bent down to take his key.
All of a sudden, Hoseok's nose caught a really sweet, soft, and comforting scent. Hoseok tried to inhale that scent more, and he realized that it came from Yoongi's body. Maybe it came out from his hoodie. Or maybe his hair. Hoseok didn't exactly know but it was so sweet and comforting. It felt so weird, but after he smelled it, Hoseok started to feel sleepy.
Whenever Yoongi made some motions, like fixing his blonde hair or his hoodie, or just moved his body and his head slightly along to the hip-hop music that was played by the bar, that unique sweet scent became stronger and stronger in Hoseok's nose. But it's still soft and comforting. And sweet. And Hoseok became more and more sleepy.
Hoseok made a quick conclusion: he would do whatever it takes to sleep with this guy.
"I'm sorry, Yoongi. Can I talk to you a bit?"
Yoongi stared at him with his fierce eyes. "Yeah?"
Hoseok drank half of the second glass of his liquor. "I'm having a serious sleep problem now. Believe it or not but I haven't slept for a week now. I've tried everything but they're not working. I even drank a bottle of sleep medicine at once but still couldn't sleep. You see? This is serious."
"Yeah," Yoongi nodded, "you should come to see a doctor."
"I did. They said I'm healthy. I'm not even experiencing hallucination or something like that."
"Well, if I were you, maybe I would choose to end my life since I'm a good sleeper and I love sleep more than anything."
"Right? So, I was wondering if you can help me."
"What can I do for you?"
"Sleep with me."
Yoongi raised one of his eyebrows. "Excuse me?"
"Maybe because you're a good sleeper while I can't sleep at all, you can help me by sleeping with me."
"What? Sorry, I thought you were really in trouble but maybe you're just a crazy bastard."
"He's serious, Yoongi-ah. He hadn't slept for a week." Hoseok would never forget to thank Namjoon after this if he finally could sleep with Yoongi.
"B-but...," Yoongi stared at Hoseok and then Namjoon alternately, "it doesn't make sense."
"We haven't met before right? So, I really don't know if you're a good sleeper or what but I think this is going to work. Seriously, you smell sweet and so comforting, making me sleepy. I swear to God I'm not tricking you or whatever. I just want to sleep."
"Sweet? Me?"
"Yeah. I don't know if it's your hoodie or your hair or the other part of your body but, damn, you smell so fucking good. Listen, please let me sleep with you even just for tonight. If you are afraid of me, you can cuff my hands and tie my legs, or whatever. It doesn't really matter anyway, as long as I can sleep."
"It sounds...so wrong."
"Oh, come on, Yoongi. Maybe I will end my life for real if I have to spend another sleepless night. I'm not a good sleeper but I'm a human and I need sleep."
"How can I trust you?"
"Trust me! You can even sleep with a knife in your hand so if I do something impolite to you, you can just stab me!"
"What if you stab me first before I can hold a knife? What if you tie me up first?"
"Do you want to cuff my hand right now? I won't mind it."
"How do I know if you're alone and you don't have any friends that will kidnap me?"
"Oh, God. This is so frustrating!" Hoseok ruffled his hair and drank the rest of his liquor at once. He didn't even feel dizzy from the drink. But Yoongi's sweet scent made him so sleepy, like magic. "Namjoon, help me."
Namjoon laughs. "Yoongi, just trust him. Call 911 if he did something bad to you."
Yoongi shook his head. "It's hard to trust him."
"Listen, Yoongi. First, you can cuff my hands now, and then check if I have anything that could be dangerous for you. And you can also blindfold me as a bonus. Oh, and bring a knife with you too. Just do whatever you want."
"I will make it easier," Yoongi turned his chair to look Hoseok directly in his eyes. "We will sleep at my apartment and we will go there using your car. But you will have to let me drive it."
"I'm good with that."
"Cool. Give me your car key."
Hoseok handed him his car key without any doubt. "Can we go now?"
"Take it easy, Hoseok. Let me finish my lemonade first," Yoongi moved the straw of his drink closer to his lips, "hopefully, I won't regret this."
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Hoseok yawned. Yoongi's sweet scent was filling his nostrils and it made him sleepy even more. He desperately couldn't wait to sleep peacefully and woke up late tomorrow in the afternoon. Hoseok sighed in relief when they finally arrived at the apartment building but still couldn't wait to rush into Yoongi's apartment. It's not a luxury apartment like Hoseok's, but it's pretty comfortable.
"Your car is super cool, though. You must be a rich kid."
"Excuse me. I'm not a kid. I'm 25 years old."
"I'm 18, by the way."
"You brat, how can you slip into the bar?"
Yoongi shrugged. "It needs skills." He struggled a bit to open up the door with his key and after thirty seconds that felt like thirty thousand years for Hoseok, the door finally opened. "Well, this is my apartment. There's only one bedroom here and that's absolutely mine. I'm going to change my clothes first in the bathroom so you have to wait here."
Hoseok immediately dropped himself on a sofa, in front of the TV. He felt so tired and sleepy. The sweet and soft scent of Yoongi became stronger and stronger here. Hoseok was really wanting to sleep now. All he could think about was sleep.
A few minutes later, Yoongi walked out of the bathroom, wearing a white t-shirt that was actually too big for him and shorts now. "Are you sleepy?"
Hoseok nodded. "So sleepy like there are a ton of rocks on my eyelids."
"Let's sleep then."
"So I will sleep with you? In your room?" Hoseok asked, feeling unsure as the boy looked highly didn't trust him.
"It doesn't matter if you want to sleep here, on my sofa."
"You're so rude. Do you have the heart to let me sleep on your sofa?"
"I even have the heart to let you sleep in front of my door. But...you look so desperate since you said you haven't slept for a week. Maybe you can sleep in my room...with me."
"Thanks, God."
Hoseok stood up from that sofa and followed Yoongi to his bedroom. Before he climbed up to the bed, he took his jacket and jeans off so he's wearing his sleeveless shirt and a pair of boxers now.
Yoongi sighed. "Oh my God. This is going to be my first time sleeping with someone. I'm regretting my decision to help you now. I should just leave you at the bar. Or I should just let you sleep in front of my door."
"Really?"
"Yes! You won't kill me, right?"
"No. But if you want me to fuck you, I will do it voluntarily."
"I'm still underage."
"And you slipped into a bar."
"That's why I always ask for non-alcoholic drinks instead of alcoholic like yours."
"Does Namjoon know?"
"Yup. Call him my partner in crime."
Hoseok took a deep breath, feeling like a huge burden had been lifted from his chest. And also, this underage boy really smelled good. Hoseok didn't need a lot of time to fall for it. His hoodie, his sofa, his bed, his pillow, his body, everything smelled so good. But as if Yoongi's alluring smell wasn't enough to make him fascinated, Hoseok could feel himself fall even deeper for this boy when he found out how perfect the boy's body was in his arms. It almost felt like he was made just for him.
Yoongi looked at Hoseok. "You said you wanted to sleep. Why don't you sleep now?"
"I am going to sleep."
"Then sleep."
"I'm still enjoying your smell."
"So creepy. Get the hell out of my room."
"You know that's not happening. Let me just enjoy your smell for a brief moment."
"Do I smell that good?"
"Yeah."
"Well...maybe it's the smell of my pheromone."
Hoseok chuckled. "Pheromone? Are you really sure?"
Yoongi shrugged. "Maybe."
"Yoongi, you're adorable. Let's go out for a date."
"But you're 7 years older than me!"
"Who cares? I like you," Hoseok moved closer to Yoongi, wrapped the younger's slim body with his long arms, and nuzzled his face into the crook of Yoongi's neck, "and I'm going to sleep now."
"Ow- wow! What are you doing?"
"Ssshh!"
"Nah! I know you're pedophilia and you just want to sleep with an underage boy like me!"
"I didn't even know that you're still 18."
"No! You probably had stalked me for a few days, or weeks, or months before. Admit it!"
"The hell you say, Yoongi. Now let me sleep peacefully, can you?"
Yoongi sighed. He knew he was saying nonsense. "Fine. Just sleep."
"Sleep well, Sweetie."
"You have to drive me to school tomorrow. I have a test in the morning."
"Hmm. Just wake me up."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
And finally, for the first time in a week, or maybe even for the first time in ten years, Hoseok could have a deep and peaceful sleep.
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