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word count: 723 fandom: let free the curse of taekwondo summary: dohoe joins juyeong in bed after a long night of studying. (not nsfw)

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The mattress dips, arms sliding around his middle and nose pressing into his neck. Juyeong whispers, “Dohoe-ah?”

“It’s me.” Dohoe’s lips brush Juyeong’s skin. His voice is soft, barely disrupting the calm air around them. 

Juyeong scrunches his nose, sensations filtering in one by one. His limbs feel heavy, like he’s been asleep for hours. “What time is it?”

A kiss to his pulse. “Late.” Another kiss to his collar.

Juyeong hums. His hand absentmindedly finds Dohoe’s on his waist, winding their fingers together. “Did you finish studying?”

Dohoe’s thumb rubs against his palm, finding his love line and tracing it. “Mm.”

Juyeong sighs happily, burrowing further into his pillow. “Good.”

It’s silent, except for the sound of the occasionally passing car. Juyeong doesn’t remember the last time he got this much sleep on a consistent basis; before Dohoe came back, it was so easy to stay up watching some random drama, or to go out with friends and come back stumbling. Anything to avoid remembering how empty his bed was.

Now, though, with Dohoe’s warmth next to him and his shallow exhalations against Juyeong’s neck, sleep comes almost immediately.

Almost.