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Jude laid onto the bed, his body slumped against the soft mattress trying to fall asleep.
His body faced the nightstand on the right, no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t erase the strange thoughts on his mind. His mind was always clear, of course. To be efficient, his mind needed to be clear and well rested. But in this case, instead of well rested and clear, his sleep schedule is ruined because of Sharp making him sleep late all the time to make sure he ate when he was gone.
He didn’t hate Sharp or any of that, he loves him like the sunshine in his dark world. He loved every single part of him, and Sharp did feel bad when he ruined his sleep schedule. Staying up late and waking up extremely early is annoying.
Somehow, he couldn’t sleep. He swore he wanted to take a nap before Sharp was back from whatever he was doing with the others, now he feels fully energetic, randomly.
He scooched over the other side of the bed, facing the left of the bed he shared with Sharp. Sharp, he was at the mall or the coffee shop?? Probably. He might be back in a little while.
He hasn’t eaten anything today, except a small breakfast, of course. Some things are much more important than eating sometimes. Not that he cared he didn’t eat lunch, it’s fine if he skipped atleast one or two meals in like every other day.
The bed creaked as he stood up, maybe doing something else would help him tire himself out? He thought to himself.
He walked around the house, searching for atleast one seemingly interesting activity in the house.
Why not continue the project he’s doing?
The walk to the workspace room was short, but the floorboards creaking were annoying. Jude pulled out a large blue print from his desk with plans, shapes, and writings for a project he’s working on for class.
He started writing alternative plans and rewriting multiple paragraphs things to help make the blue print make sense.
After a while, he now remembered why he didn’t finish this right away.
Why the hell did he have to do this again.
He groaned in frustration, the main idea was already hard to fully explain in a thesis statement, now he needs to connect it with other smaller ideas to create examples or something whatever his professor said.
He’s revised multiple paragraphs, how is it not done yet??
A loud sigh came from him. This was gonna take a really long time. At this point, he might have to pull another 3rd all nighter in a row.
Paper, after paper, after paper, after paper. He’s wasted half of his clean unused bond paper on one single impossible section. It was annoying and difficult to do, even for someone who was called ‘efficient, clean, and quick’ according to his family.
He checked the time, 12:00 AM.
Midnight already?
Did he really spend 5 hours of his day revising his project and possibly made it worse? Yes. He did. He really wouldn’t care, but this was worth half of his grade, why would he not care? He’s way too desperate to graduate to let his grades slip.
All he wanted was to sleep early, now he’s stuck in an endless rabbit hole of suffering.
This has to be finished tonight. No one said it, but he is not letting this thing torment him for another day, even if it costs him his sleep.
The sound of sheets of paper rustling and staring into a blank large blueprint was the only thing that filled another three hours of his time, until he ran out of coffee and needed to get more. Also, he needed to pee.
He walked among the halls, the floorboard making a creaking sound when he takes a step. He opened the bathroom door. His hair was dishelved, and he looked terrible.
His eyebags were alot more visible, he somewhat got slightly skinnier than he already was, and the bandages on his arms started to hurt more for some reason. His purple bunny hoodie covered the red on his bandages, and he promised himself he wouldn’t scratch them. He should really get some new bandages, though.
Gosh, when was the last time he wore short sleeves???
As much as it hurts, he really doesn’t want Sharp or anyone to know. The last thing he wants is for someone worrying about him when he’s totally fine by himself.
Sharp worries too much. He’s not 5 anymore.
Not that he really cared about his appearance in the first place, as long as he looked presentable enough, that was fine by him in any means possible.
After he finished his business, he stepped out of the bathroom and took refilled his mug with more caffeine. Note to self: he should really stop drinking this much coffee all the time.
A tall blond figure with a sleepy expression stood behind him, Jude couldn’t see him, but he was there.
Kinda creepy, dude.
“Bunny, why are you still awake? Sleep already..I don’t have someone as a pillow when your busy.”
Even if probably Sharp wasn’t fully conscious this time, he is still really intimidating.
The blond whined, and sure, maybe it was immature but it’s 3 AM in the fucking morning what else does Jude expect.
“Don’t worry. I’ll sleep later. I just have things to do.”
“You always say that and you never do sleep. This is your third all nighter. You are not staying awake for another ‘later’.”
Jude sighed, knowing he really has better things to do.
“Just trust me Sharp. I will sleep-“
Suddenly, his body was in the air, getting carried. Wait. Why is he getting carried to the bed-
“SHARP- LET GO-!”
“Why would I?”
Jude said in protest against getting carried like a baby, but Sharp just really wouldn’t budge or take no for an answer, annoyingly.
“No. You’re coming with me. We are gonna sleep. It’s saturday tomorrow. You can do whatever your work is tomorrow.”
A smug grin being formed on his face, clearly proud on what he was doing to his malewi- I mean boyfriend.
He carried Jude’s body to the bedroom, and only letting go until his body felt the bed.
Jude tried standing up, to no avail. He was pinned down by Sharp.
Sharp’s hand slid to his waist, securing his position there. Jude tried moving his feet, and it was stuck there too. He was caged at that point, there wasn’t any way to get out of his grasp. Once again, he accepts defeat.
He closed his eyes, and the drowsiness of his exhaustion started to take over. The world started to darken. He was finally able to sleep. Atleast today.
Sharp was still awake, though. His other hand held Jude’s hand, sliding up the sleeves on the hoodie Jude wore all the time. His smile faded slightly, when he saw the red bandages on Jude’s arms, and how his body got slightly paler and kind of skinnier.
He’ll talk to him about it tomorrow. For now, he want’s him to sleep. He peppered kisses on Jude’s neck and pulled him closer to him.
All he wants is Jude to be safe in his arms. Nothing else.
Another successful job of convincing his boyfriend to sleep with him by Sharpness Conexion.