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Suho needs to sleep.
A week , or three , just passed , and he was struggling ever since his granny died
He used to sleep on her lap whenever insomnia hit him; now , even the strongest pill can't pull that sleep into his mind
He tried them all, all the solutions, and he was spending two hours every night searching for something new, something that could change his stubborn mind and trick him to fall asleep..
He came back to his apartment after a long shift, and he can feel his exhaustion, his body is trembling and it's hard not to notice. His mind, on the other hand, feels heavier each second, not a single thought or emotion other than tiredness , he feels his body is fighting to take off his shoes ,like pushing a rock, or climbing a mountain.
He needs to sleep.
With a few forceful steps, he made it to his bed, and he pushed himself to fall into it
He thought he could sleep tonight, with all of this stress from work, with all of his thoughts, with all of these unbearable noises that only he can hear.
He closed his eyes
He tried to sleep
But he didn't.
It's 2:30 am, and his head was spinning, he could swear the room is spinning too
He opened his drawer and took a melatonin pill, trying to find a comfortable position to act sleep again.. instead he faced his thoughts..again...
The loads of work are waiting for him but he took a weekend off. Maybe less stressing over the deliveries would help a bit?
He shook his head and decided to walk around and maybe make himself a cup of tea
While the kettle is boiling the water , he roams around thinking of how to get through the night.
His eyes landed on the sofa.. on the small crocheted blanket, the one his halmeoni made for him , and it barely covers his wide shoulders because it was meant to be continued..but she never did..
He sighed out the emptiness, hoping it would go away, but it didn't, so he chose to take that small piece with him alongside the tea cup to his room
After a few sips he settled on the pillow and turned his face to the window, looking at the dim light outside and hugging his blanket..
And out of nowhere, sleep decided to visit him..
not an actual sleep, he could feel everything and nothing all at once ? He never felt that before ,
something is odd..
He felt a light breeze brush his face, it held a nice smell to it, a floral, vanilla-like smell
Then he could swear he felt a hand touching his cheeks , again, and again , then a thumb started to move like it was drawing small circles
Is it his grandma?
Is he dreaming?
He opened his eyes slowly, tracing the hand that's touching him, he slightly raised his face to see - what he thought- his granny better..
No..it's not her
Instead, it's someone,
beautiful,looking at him dreamily,with a slight smile and steady breath
Is that.. an angel?
An angel that was his first silly thought ,he still feels like he's in a dream, but he's fully aware of what he's looking at..
"..wha..who" he started to mumble,he couldn't form a proper words
"Shh..just sleep ,Suho, don't question it, you need to sleep" a small whispers but the words were audible,that made Suho realizes he's close ..so close he could feel his breath with every word
Suho was too tired to argue, he had no power to look more and just frowned as he felt his eyelids get heavier involuntarily,
"This is a giving.. an offering.. " whispering again, fingers touching the caresses between Suho's brows
He wasn't interested in sleeping yet, he's questioning the whole situation,and who's that person sitting next to him
'Is this the angel of sleep? How ridiculous, Suho ...
Did he cast a spill on me? That was the most beautiful entity I could ever see. Was it just a dream? Oh, I hope this lasts forever '
The thoughts were roving around his mind for the last moment he could stay awake with them..
' I hope this dream could be a little longer.. ' he whispered before closing his eyes.
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Waking up with a headache was the first thing Suho felt, and seeking the sunlight into his eyes wouldn't help at all
He tried to feel the sheets as he patted with his hand , to come up with a realisation of what happened last night
He slept! He actually fucking slept!
And ..
Who the hell was that ?
He is feeling the strangely altered weather around him, that smell is no longer here, but he is sure that he was here
He was so sure because it felt so real
His touch, his eyes, his smell..
He was breathtaking, even with that vague picture that his sleepy mind captured, he couldn't avoid all of what he saw ,
and what he heard..
Oh ..his voice.
That voice was so angelic, softly spoken , holding his head and all the nights of the uncontinued sleep with one tone, and it shut down all of his thoughts and noises that kept him up all these past nights ..
This was his saviour, attending uninvitedly to save him before he begins to lose his damn mind from all the sleeplessness
Suho was stunned by what happened, and what made him too stunned was the time
He slept for a whole damn 10 hours !
He checked his watch, his phone, the clock on the wall of the living room.. unbelievable Suho!
Glad that he took the next two days off, or he will be dealing with loads of excuses to cover up the situation
His day was running pretty slow , that's more than enough for him
Of course he didn't let that visit slip by, and he checked his door and windows in case he forgot to close them, but he forgot that it's actually impossible since he closed the door and went straight to the bed
So he was digging like crazy to see any reddits that talk about being hypnotized to fall asleep by something/someone who looks like an angel..this is silly and he knows it
There were more than one experience that caught his eyes more than the others, which was about the floral smell..this indicates that his presence was true .. But who is that ?
Another said if that angel visited again, you'd have to test it to make sure that it's not..demonic?
"How could this breathtaking person be a demon? " Suho chuckled, thinking people keep posting some stupid ideas and theories .. and he's being a dumb guy for reading all that
His research got interrupted by his phone
He picked up the phone to hear from the other side, "No complainings in my morning air. Are you dead Ahn Suho?" It was his friend , Wooyoung.
"Hey woo, no I'm not dead, and yes, I'm too occupied to complain, actually I'm not working for the weekend and I finally got the chance to sleep"
"WHAT! Am I hearing that right? You finally gave yourself the time to rest, oh my God suho! We need to celebrate this is big! " it was too loud he had to push the phone away from his ear
"Cut that shit and no you are not coming over to annoy me with your celebrations woo, and besides that, I don't intend to refuse getting rest , my brain seems to reject it.."he was talking in one tone sketching random lines on his notebook
"Don't talk nonsense, I'm coming either you like it or not .. don't worry I won't bring any beer and instead I'm bringing you some chicken soup " his smile was obvious in the last sentence because he knew Suho won't refuse
"Fair enough, no loud sounds , bring Yeongi, I'll be waiting " he gave up at the chicken soup since he knew Wooyoung's mom is the one who makes it, and it might be such a good idea to relax his head
They exchanged the goodbyes and it is quiet again
Usually, Suho doesn't complain about loud sounds and partying with his friends, but he is noticing that he feels more sensitive towards lights and sounds since he woke up , seems pretty normal to him ..
better than the heavy headaches from pulling an all-nighter..