#junjae.01

"hey. i told you not to move."

to be exact, he had told him approximately eight seconds ago when the student was beginning to stir from his sleep but that doesn't stop minhyuk from scowling anyways, mouth pursed into a petulant pout. he's impatient at best and downright grumpy normally, junjae the unfortunate first victim of his morning short fuse like a deer caught in headlights. it's only at the sight of the other's bleary blinking that he sighs again, biting his tongue.

shame is expensive. so naturally, he can't remember the last time he had recoiled at the sight of someone between his sheets, however rogue last night's choice was. but junjae's made up half of charm (the other half belongs exclusively to his penchant for drawing out an eye roll from the librarian) in a way that means minhyuk can't find it within himself to not startle when he catches sight of him the next morning. he spots the other's cheek pressed against the pillows, and the way he reaches for the sketchbook resting atop his bedside table is just the inevitable next step.

or maybe it's fondness that unsettles him. it's one thing for him to admit he doesn't mind junjae in the dark, but it's another for minhyuk to realise belatedly that he may have bitten off more than he can chew. or maybe junjae has.

it's fine when they're sleeping, really. the issue is just that everyone has to wake up at some point.

there's a childish sort of grumble to his voice when he talks again, unwavering in its huffiness. "you're so annoying." even then there's a brief moment of silence when he's raising his hand to shield the other's eyes from the sun, fingers outstretched with the pencil in between like a makeshift barrier against the light streaming in through the curtains.