âI understand the whole sleep talking thing but what I donât understand is the princess dragon dream and why Iâm in it.â xD
âI understand the whole sleep talking thing, but what I donât understand is the princess dragon dream and why Iâm in it.â
Jonghyun nodded along, grunting evasively. âWell, I think it was, like. A sign, Kibum.â
Kibum leaned back in the bed, eyes rolling. âOh, for the love ofâŚâ
âI mean it!â Jonghyun sputtered, wide-eyed and genuine. âYou were the knight, I was the princess and Taemin was the dragon. To be honest, it makes perfect sense.â
Kibumâs eyebrows shoot up as he shifts positions on the bed. âIn what way?â
âWell, youâre obviously my knight in shining armor in real life, so my brain just made it into a literal meaning. And Taemin is definitely a dragon. Heâs all vicious and stuff.â
âAnd youâre a princess?â
âI suppose Iâm your princess,â Jonghyun corrected in an even voice and straightened posture, though the traces of sheepishness in his expression let off that even he knew he was being ridiculous right now.
âThat you are,â agreed Kibum with amusement. âAnd as cute as that is, Jjong, itâs rather annoying to be just on the brink of sleep only to have you muttering about one of your weird fantasies in your sleep.â
âTheyâre not fantasies, Kibum,â stressed Jonghyun, exasperated. âThat would be something like⌠how I think about you bounding me to a chair and tying a bow around your dick.â
âIâm not opposed to the bondage part, but why a bow around my dick?â
âItâd look pretty!â
Kibum seemed to find no appeal, however. âAnyway,â murmured he. âLast night, you kept muttering things to yourself. They were mostly slurred, so I couldnât understand, but I⌠Iâm worried about you, Jjong. You barely get any sleep, and when you do, you talk in your sleep and move around a lot. Youâre restless. Iâm afraid youâre going to start sleepwalking soon.â
âWhatâs the problem with that?â
âWhat if you run out into the street?!â
Jonghyun raised a brow. âIâm not going to run into the street, Kibum. I can handle myself, conscious or not.â
Kibum groaned and tipped his head back until it bonked the headboard, looking close to done with this conversation. âWhatever. I guess Iâll just have to hold onto you really tightly when we sleep.â
Jonghyun hummed and inched closer, lips tipping up crookedly. âReally, really tightly. Wouldnât want me to get away.â
Kibum instinctively angled himself toward the other man, searching his eyes with amusement, his own lidded and twinkling with a playful edge. It was an expression Jonghyun saw a lot of, but couldnât get enough of. âOf course. Canât let my princess escape again. I really donât wanna have to fight that vicious dragon again.â
Jonghyun ducked his head with a low, sheepish chuckle, forehead falling onto Kibumâs shoulder. âShut up.â
Jonghyun could feel Kibumâs lips curve into a smile before they pressed to the crown of his head, an arm warmly pulling him closer, trapping him near. âYes, Your Highness.â