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Hyungwon fluff drabble

Inspired by my friend who made this beautiful edit -> Sandman

Happy reading~

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The work of a Sandman is hard. Working long hours into the night until the world wakes again, not being able to catch up on lost sleep, endless lists of clients, etc. Hyungwon didn’t mind it though. He enjoyed the creativity that came with the job and it was better than working at a boring desk all day. He did enjoy his sleep but he enjoyed dreams even more. The unique dreams that he got to create for each person on his route were what made him happy. He rarely created nightmares unless he was in a bad mood. He wanted to give his clients peace even if it was in dream form.

He did, however, have a special case. A stubborn girl who refused to sleep and often worked well into the night. For some, that would be a nuisance but Hyungwon didn’t mind. She was near the end of his route so he would occasionally drop by on his last break and see what she was up to. Some nights she would be on her computer editing what looked to be movie posters. Other nights, she would be absorbed in whatever was happening on her phone. Laughing at conversation she was having with her friends online. The few nights she was out, he finished work early not even stopping by her dark window. He missed her on those nights.

“You can do better than that, little brother!”

You watched anxiously from a garden bench where you sat as your brothers faced off in a mock battle of magic. The blazing reds of BamBam’s uncontrollable magic circled the still air, burning any particles of oxygen in its wake. Youngjae sat on standby, ready to put out any fire that catches on the fragile foliage of the garden.

Jackson, being the eldest of the three brothers, was confidently taunting BamBam in hopes of getting him worked up. His efforts proved successful, for the youngest of the brothers cried out angrily and flung a ball of fire at the older. It didn’t take much for Jackson to dodge the impending attack, and he did so with stride, gracefully moving away from the line of fire. Jackson returned the attack, sending a small bolt of light towards his little brother. BamBam was too slow to react, getting hit by the bolt in his chest, sending him to the ground on his back.

The lace ruffles of your dress became crinkled between your hands as you twisted the soft fabric continuously. Youngjae noticed your agitated state and whistled to his brothers.

“I say we end things here, brothers,” he said. “Our sister is becoming anxious.”