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Rewriting lyrics after an already packed schedule wasn’t exactly how Intak wanted to spend his night. Still, here he was, stuck deep in thought. Since Keeho had taken the lead on this track, they were both stuck here, side by side. At least living together meant they could lie sprawled across the living room couch, brainstorming.
Sometimes, last-minute changes were unavoidable, and if working overtime allowed them to keep the song in the new album, it would be worth it. It wasn't like working deep in the night was foreign to either of them. The dorm was quiet, nothing to hear, except for a faint buzzing coming from the fridge, meaning Shota was most likely asleep. Intak was frowning at his laptop when Keeho spoke up.
“Do you hear that?”
“Huh?” he blinked a few times, breaking out of his immersion.
The sound Keeho was referring to was coming from the front door. It was a faint jingle from outside, immediately followed by someone inserting a key into the keyhole. At this hour, it could only be one of the other members, unless it was a company emergency, but the chances of that were minimal. No one else had a spare key.
They didn't have a clear view of the front door, so they both stared at the hallway wall. Their previous work was forgotten as they waited to see who had come in and why. As far as Intak knew, none of them had sent a text about coming over this late, though it might have gone unnoticed in their concentration.
As soon as the person entered their dorm, Intak instinctively knew who it was, before even hearing the deep sigh that followed. The door closed, something dropped on the ground, someone—Taeyang—cursed. Intak’s mind was running. He prided himself on knowing Taeyang inside and out, as well as one could, but there wasn't enough information to guess why he came over. The next moment was telling enough, though.
Taeyang walked in, wearing one of his oversized hoodies with the hood up and headphones on. He barely spared them a glance, making a beeline for what Intak presumed was his bedroom. The door shut with a quick, deliberate click, letting the silence settle. He exchanged a glance with Keeho.
“Did Taeyang text you anything?” Intak asked, looking around for his phone and spotting it on the ground next to the couch. How did that even get there?
“Hm, I don't see any new messages,” Keeho frowned at his phone. “But I know he had a late schedule, so he probably came straight from there.”
Intak hummed in reply. No missed calls, no new messages. He cast a brief look at his open laptop, hesitating, and turned to Keeho. They were basically done; only a few final tweaks were needed. But leaving things unfinished left a bad taste in his mouth, and it wasn't solely his responsibility. However, the pull that tied him to Taeyang didn't care for his reasoning.
Taeyang was, in all likelihood, fine. Sure, Intak couldn't really read his expression, hidden under his hoodie, and he seemed tense. Still, he was probably lying comfortably on Intak's bed, planning to take a nap, or scrolling on his phone, or listening to music, or…
“I can hear you overthinking from over here,” Keeho groaned and flicked his forehead, interrupting his spiral. “Just go, but for the love of god, keep it PG-13.”
“That was one time!” Intak replied in mock offence, covering his face.
“Someone clearly lost the ability to count.”
“Okay, okay!” Intak shoved him, embarrassed. He took a deep breath to compose himself. “Thank you,” he said more earnestly.
“Yeah,” Keeho replied with a dismissive wave. “Check on him,” he added, mimicking Intak's tone.
Intak nodded in response, grabbed his phone and laptop, not wanting to waste a second. He quietly opened the door to his room, peeking in. The room was dark with only a faint moonlight coming through the window. The hallway lighting illuminated Taeyang's body lying on top of his sheets.
His back was turned towards the door, hood firmly in place and headphones discarded on the bedside table. Intak received no reaction upon entering, but it had only been a couple of minutes; he doubted Taeyang had fallen asleep that fast. He quietly closed the door behind him, dropping off his things on the desk and padded towards the bed.
Taeyang was sprawled on one side of the bed, leaving enough space for another body to fit beside him. Intak took the unspoken hint and carefully lay down. No reaction, which, in Taeyang's speak, meant Intak could proceed—with caution.
He wrapped his arm around Taeyang's waist, cuddling up to him. His face was pressed against the soft fabric of Taeyang's hoodie, bringing a pout to Intak's face. It was nothing but an obstacle between him and Taeyang’s bare skin. He itched to get his lips on Taeyang’s neck and to feel his hair tickling his face. Taeyang’s hand grabbed onto his, showing the first sign of life.
Taeyang let out a deep sigh, gradually relaxing against his hold. They stayed in that position, letting the time pass with only the quiet sound of their breathing as company. A wave of exhaustion caught up to Intak, but the refusal to fall asleep before Taeyang was stronger. He tried to distract himself by going through the upcoming choreographies in his head.
Despite his efforts, he must’ve dozed off, because he jolted awake to Taeyang squirming in his embrace. He pulled away, arm easing its hold and slipping down to Taeyang's hip. Taeyang whined in displeasure and quickly turned around, nearly knocking their heads together. He pressed his head forcefully into Intak’s sternum and began repeatedly pushing into him, making him flinch.
“Are you trying to push me off the bed?” he chuckled.
“Shut up,” came the predictable reply.
Intak let him do whatever he wanted: nuzzle, push, pull. Taeyang, eventually getting bored, ended up swinging his leg over Intak’s and slid an arm over his waist. He pressed against Intak with an air of finality that said, ‘I’m not moving until the morning, and neither are you.’ The hood slipped off his head during the onslaught, allowing Intak to ruffle the brown locks. He got another slight shove in response, putting a fond smile on Intak's face.
He eased off, lightly caressing the back of Taeyang’s head. If it were possible to pull him any closer, Intak would have, but Taeyang made sure there wasn’t a breath of space between them. The serene atmosphere returned. Intak knew Taeyang wouldn’t speak up unless prompted.
“Everything okay?” he asked softly.
“Today sucked, like actual hell,” Taeyang whispered back, no clear emotion in his voice.
Intak knew the answer but still asked, “Want to talk about it?” Taeyang shook his head against his chest.
“Okay.”
Taeyang tilted his head up and pressed his lips to his collarbone in response, before settling back in. They weren’t tucked into a particularly comfortable position, but Intak could survive his arm going numb or his legs getting squished for the night. He closed his eyes in contentment, falling asleep to the feeling of Taeyang’s warmth against him and the barely discernible sound of his breathing.