#admin sandy!

you stick your feet out from under your blanket and sigh. a body next to you, that can only be identified as jaehyun, shifts and drapes his arm over you.

“hey ... what are you awake for? it’s the middle of the night,” he says groggily, but in a persuasive way to try to get you back to sleep.

turning on your side to face him, you simply admit, “i’m nervous for today. what if i don’t get the job?” feeling vulnerable, you play with your fingers and release yet another sigh.

and of course, jaehyun can sense your tense body almost right away, and his natural instinct is to pull you in closer by putting his arm around your waist, and then grabbing your hand and placing it on his fluffy, pillow-like hair. and now you two are so close that you can her jaehyun’s heartbeat and his breathing, and he can hear yours. you look straight into his glistening eyes, and when it gets too overbearing, you giggle and cover your eyes like a child, and try to fall asleep once more.

on the stepstool, you reached for the tomato sauce that seemed to only be mocking you from the top of the shelf.

you mumbled, “why ... did ... jaehyun ... have ... to ... put ... it-” before letting out a yelp, falling backwards. thinking you were going to hit the floor, you braced for impact -- but you didn’t. instead, you’re in jaehyun’s strong and steady arms.

“i swear jaehyun, do you always put the important things on the top shelf? why?” you say in a joking manner, giving him a peck on the cheek.

as you finish scribbling down the last remaining powerpoint slides of your marine biology notes, your mind wanders to the date you had only a few days ago with jeno. leaving all thoughts of finishing your homework tonight, you swiftly take ahold of your phone in the corner of your desk and press on a text conversation to him.

y/n: are you still awake?

jenojaem: yea, just finished practice~~ is everything fine?

y/n: yeah,,, i just .... miss you <333

jenojaem: hehe don’t worry you’ll see me soon!!! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

startled, you feel a pair of arms begin to lift you up out of the chair and carry you bridal-style. still disoriented from your longer-than-anticipated “power nap”, you looked up to see who it was. you met jaehyun’s eyes staring sweetly back, only with visible bags under his eyes and with messy hair.

"gimme your hand," you say to roommate!kun as he sits beside you on your couch. "why?" he asks, moving his hand within your reach without looking away from the shitty reality show playing on the tv.

you ignore the question, knowing that it was mostly rhetorical anyway, and instead take his hand into both of yours and rub in the residual hand cream from when you had just put too much on your own hands. you see a smug smile form on his face when you keep his hands sandwiched between your own long after the cream has done its job.

you and jeno had always shared the same birthday parties. after all, both of your birthdays did land on the same day — it was just a matter of hours that decided which one of you were to be the “oldest” of the two.

putting your hands behind your head, you look straight up into the night sky. a birthday tradition the two of you have is laying out in his backyard, looking for shooting stars to make the perfect birthday wish. and miraculously, the both of you find a shooting star every year.

“so what’s your wish going to be this year, lee jeno?” you asked, poking his arm.

still looking up at the sky, he chuckled saying, “well if i tell you, then it won’t come true now, will it?”

you let out a desperate sigh, internally screaming because this year, you decided to make your wish about him. you had fallen in love with your childhood best friend over the years, and you wanted to be something more, but didn’t want to ruin the friendship.

“look! y/n! a shooting star! make your wish, quick quick quick!”

quickly, you thought, “i wish jeno felt the same way that i did.”