prompt: âyou smell really niceâ, âi heard you talking in your sleepâ
pair: jinhoon (winnerâs seunghoon x jinwoo)
a simple day of finding himself not having to be woken up by the sound of his phone buzzing at daybreak is a rarity itselfâ waking up to hauteâs soft whimpers, ray and beiâs purring, the sound of the birds chirping, leaves shuffling in the autumn morning, these are simple, though ephemeral, little pleasures that adequately remind seunghoon of how content he is with his current state. being surrounded by fans who love him for who he genuinely is, being able to do what he truly loves on stage together with his beloved members, these are reminders that kept him going strong despite the taxing schedules each day.
soaking up the morning sunlight that beamed through the curtains, seunghoon gently stretched his limbs in a silent fashion to avoid waking up his roommate. a subtle, contented smile subconsciously crept on his lips as he glanced over to his side, where jinwoo was sleeping soundly, his knees close to his chest, almost as if he is free from all the troubles in the world when he is in his cocoon, a safe haven. the younger one finds himself always intrigued and drawn in by jinwooâs features, never getting sick of seeing his face despite being by his side almost 24/7. jinwooâs soft, placid expression when heâs asleep has got to be one that makes the youngerâs heart race the most, coupled with his musky, vanilla scent that was an olfactory manifestation of what home is. he finds himself scooting closer to him under the blankets, his fingertips gently grazing the tip of jinwooâs nose, then down to his velvety lips, almost as if seunghoon is spellbound.
seunghoonâs minute of marvel and musings were cut short when the tranquil atmosphere is interrupted with a loud grunt, and it was that instance when jinwooâs eyelid gently fluttered, their irises only a few centimetres apart. flinching, seunghoon hastily jerked away from the older as he extended his legs out, gibberish spilling from the lips that he had just admired, as if he is speaking to an unknown entity. a sign of being half-awake, seunghoon retreated back into his space of sleep, in hopes of the older not remembering nor registering the close proximity between them just a few seconds ago. at this point when jinwoo reached for his phone to check the time, seunghoon instinctively knew jinwoo was aware of what was going on, and he canât help but to feel as if heâs caught red-handed over something that he shouldnât have done. seunghoon took this chance to lie back down on his back, his eyes shifting around and away from jinwoo, feeling slightly embarrassed. âiââ before seunghoon could redeem himself, jinwoo swiftly placed his arms above seunghoonâs pillow, gently chuckling before murmuring into his ears, âam i really that handsome?â the olderâs blunt remark evidently did not make things better, as seunghoon spiralled into a state of bashfulness as his cheeks grew warmer and warmer, realising that his face was just a few inches away.
âi-i heard you talking in your sleep, thatâs w-why i inching to listen to whatever you were saying,â jinwoo couldnât help but to chuckle once more at how flustered the younger one is, before wrapping his arms around his torso.
âlook at how cute you are right now,â he squeezed his arms tighter around him as he nuzzles his face into his chest, their legs tangling around each otherâs.
âand, you smell really nice, just saying,â seunghoon felt a sense of relief when jinwoo reciprocated with an embrace, as he shyly admitted before shutting his eyes gently, drifting off to another slumber with the one that he adores in his arms.
