#starfishing

it's been a while! I've been working on a few things, but couldn't pass up today's @drarrymicrofic prompt, starfish. (T, 250 words)

On the nights that Harry was away, Draco had the option of sleeping in the middle of their king-sized bed, limbs akimbo, taking up as much space as possible. He could pile pillows on either side of him, so he wouldn’t have to drag one set with him when he inevitably tossed and turned midway through the night. The sheets were cool against his skin, the bed an absolutely perfect temperature for sleep without the furnace of Harry’s body occupying it.

It was something he talked about with friends, Hermione particularly understanding the joy of starfishing in a giant empty bed. 

But secretly, Draco hated it. The bed was too cold without Harry, too lonely without Harry. 

He much preferred to be crowded to the edge, grumbling, with one careless, heavy limb thrown over his chest, body half-in and half-out of the sheets even on winter nights to try and regulate his body temperature. He much preferred the security of having his husband between him and the door, keeping away mythical intruders. He much preferred waking up to Harry’s morning breath and soft, sticky kisses before either of them brushed their teeth, reminders of love and belonging his favourite way to begin any day.

So on those starfish nights, Draco stayed on his side, arguably a third of the bed instead of half. He piled pillows at his back, a rough semblance of Harry’s presence. He cast unnecessary warming charms.

And he waited for Harry to come home to him.

the feeling of the month?

tired.

but it’s not like hongjoong to show it.  instead, he jokes around just like he would if he wasn’t tired, or thinking too much, or about to give up on something he’s been working towards since he was a child.  it’s better to pretend that there’s no problem in him, because hongjoong would rather deal with it alone than to actually try and talk about it with anyone.  (  he knows that he’s going to have to talk about it soon, though.  he just doesn’t know to who.  )

for now though, it’s a bit hard to get away from practice to find a spare minute  -  training with de:code is both a lot more intense and a little easier than when he was a trainee, which is a weird feeling that hongjoong also hasn’t come to understand.  still, when he’s given a break, he takes it  -  and takes it somewhere alone, in an empty hall somewhere, or so he thinks.  his limbs are spread out on the floor and he’s lying face down, eyes closed  -  until he hears footsteps, that is.  

“ don’t mind me.  just starfishin’.” he mumbles to the floor, not really looking up.

⭐️ Starfishing ️…

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⭐️🎣😉 Starfishing

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