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too (ten oriented orchestra)

the boyz

oneus

onf

ateez

what i write:

blurbs/one shots

maybe two shots

mini time stamp fics

series

smut/fluff/angst

au!s

imagines/scenarios

what i don't write:

minor smut

too many kinks

long fics

Are you willing to put everything on the line for the greater good?

sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs : there were ten of them; the Value Holders. Living an imortal life guiding the human race through the bright path. Until one day, Paradise turned upside down, and the ten Value Holders found themselves in a dark place. They now have to find the way back by themselves — and the only means to do it is by encountering the one responsible for their doom.

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ : fantasy, angst, adventure.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢs : none.

ᴘᴀʀᴛ : ᴢᴇʀᴏ | ᴏɴᴇ | ᴛᴡᴏ | ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ | ғᴏᴜʀ | ғɪᴠᴇ | sɪx | sᴇᴠᴇɴ | ᴇɪɢʜᴛ | ɴɪɴᴇ | ᴛᴇɴ

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CHIHOON : ‘문’ Unconditional Love

“Where the boy is tricked by his unconditonal and blind love for others.”

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DONGGEON : ‘신’ God

“Where the saviour has to walk the most difficult path, having nothing more than his own faith beside him.” 

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CHAN : ‘예’ Courtesy

“Where the power of the flower was not known by the one who gave it away, courteously.”

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JISU : ‘수’ Number 

“Where the cause of gods and daemons has the task to unite what is broken, and guide the saviour into the light.”

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MINSU : ‘심’ Mind 

“Where in times of confusion and darkness, the ruler of mind leads like a falcon made out of blue light.”

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JAEYUN : ‘의’ Righteousness 

“Where justice shone brighter than mercy, and the balance scale tipped the wrong way.”

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J.YOU : ‘인’ Benevolence 

“Where an act of kindness disguises the poison as purity, and a pure soul is torn apart by evil.”

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KYUNGHO : ‘덕’ Virtue 

“Where the one who possesses the vision breaks the glass between right and wrong.”

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JEROME : ‘생명’ Life 

“Where the boy had to be capable of taking one’s life, in order to spare all of the others.”

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WOONGGI : ‘지’ Wisdom

“Where the foresight wins in the end, but they all forget that wisdom sometimes is blind.”

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OBS.: Just reminding you that this is not accurate and that these are just my thoughts about the boys from what we know! Also, divided in two parts, so part 1 is here!

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JAEYUN

Ok this boi here is the Boyfriend of the Nation. He, unlike most his band mates, is kinda straight foward, so if he likes you, he’ll tell you in no time, bc he wants to keep it simple. Jaeyun would be not only your boyfriend, but your best friend. He would want your bond to grow deeper and you would feel so comfortable in his presence, bc he’s so calm. He listens to your problems, and he’s there to laugh and cry with you. You would always tell him how cute he is and ask him for aegyo, but even tho he hates it, he would do it for you (and cover his face later). Just expect a lot of kisses, on the top of your head, your nose, your chin, your eyes, just anywhere he can reach and see. You would feel like the luckiest person for having him, and he would feel the luckiest guy to have you. 

J.YOU

Jeyou is a sweetheart and nothing can prove me wrong. Just his way of being speaks “prince”: his looks, his manners, his personality. And it doesn’t take long for you to want to be his princess. He’s the type of boy who doesn’t see his feelings for you until other people start pointing it out to him; so when it gets obvious, he’d (nervously) ask you out. Jeyou would go anywhere, and do anything, if it’s with you. So there’s no ideal date or moment for him: all of them are the best ones if they are with you. He’s more of a kisser then a cuddler, so expect kisses anywhere in your body at random times when you’re in public, as well as long and soft makeout sessions when you’re alone.

(he looks just like a prince in this gif omg)

KYUNGHO

Just like Donggeon, his HUGE built hides his real self, so the soft and touchy and pure Kyungho is hidden inside him. But you get this side of him out. He would also be the type to fall in love fast, but unlike Minsu, boY got g u t s. He would problably ask you out with a text, and would keep texting you until you’re in front of him at the place you guys were supposed to meet (so needy oml). He’s always smiling when he’s with you, and it’s a different type of smile that his band mates never saw before. He’s the type to take you to an amusement park and win you THOUSANDS of plushies at the basketball arcade and the Whac-a-Mole, naming every single one of them after your nicknames. (where can i find a kyungho rn?)

JEROME

Jerome, boy, seriously... He would be that boyfriend who’s always complimenting you. He would notice everything, and compliment you for that. As for the way you guys started dating, none of you are certain, bc you both started as friends, and when you saw, all the touches and playful smiles and just the affection overall, drove you to the exit at the left and right into your heart (and his heart too). It was almost like a mutuous agreement that you guys were a couple. So, I feel like Jerome exudes this soft aura like the one of a baby. Buuuut... hes not that innocent, he knows how to be a tease, he knOWS he can get anything from you if he blinks and smile like an angel. Yes this boy is dangerous, but honestly, he just needs a lot of love. Love him.

WOONGGI

Now this is what a call a baby who grew too much. Woonggi is the #1 fan of cute stuff: cute songs, cute clothes, cute plushies, cute expressions, and just everything about him is cute. But not cute in a timid way, like Jerome, but cute in a overwhelming way. We all know how talkative he is but when he met you... first time he was ever speechless. And since this day, he wanted to know everything about you. So when one of his bandmates goes and asks for your number for him (poor baby is not brave enough to do that himself) and he starts texting you, expect an explosion of questions. It would take you guys a while to start dating bc you’re both young, but when you do, you’ll officially have The Cutest Boyfriend. He would send you boxes full of candies, plushies and tiny love notes, and be the greatest enthusiast of matching outfits. You’d just have to deal with his infinite source of energy but besides that... it would be the perfect boyfriend.

OBS.: Just reminding you that this is not accurate and that these are just my thoughts about the boys from what we know! It’s divided in two parts, so part 2 is here!

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CHIHOON

So... we all know Chihoon is sligthly quiet. He’s the type to wait a loooong time before he confesses to you, for a million reasons only he knows about. But when he does, expect warm awkward hugs and shy smiles (hes just so tiny i wanna pinch his cheeks AAAAA). He’s not a huge fan of pda tho, and he tends to keep his words short, but that doesn’t mean he won’t show you his affection and love in some way. Wait and one day you’ll find a tiny box inside your bag with a pendrive inside, full of songs he made just for you. Oh, and also, don’t be too nice to him lol.

DONGGEON 

This boy... (hes my bias ok sorry in advance) He looks tough bc of his built, but hes so >soft<, you can see it by the way he smiles. He would also take a while to speak out his feelings, but that is bc he’s trying to be certain, cause we all know he’s a little... indecisive. so when he tells you how he feels, he gets it all out, and i’m sure hell give you chocolates or get on his knees (he’s a prince). when you guys start dating, his favourite thing to do with you is cuddling, so expect having his arms around you when you watch tv or,,, actually at any time. he’d hug you forever if he could. (i would die). 

(sorry for the gif couldn’t find any :c)

CHAN  

Ok so Chanhyuk,,,, hear me out, three words: con. fi. dence. This boy will know you for two days and ask you out like “hey we should go on a date”. He’s just so full of himself bc he’s perfect and he kNOWS it (and we also do). But he’s also kinda romantic (in his own way). He’ll take you to a pizza place and make you taste every single one of his favourite flavours. And also, he’ll take you to do some crazy sh*it you never thought you would do. I mean, hes too’s idea bank, c’mon. Unlike Chihoon, he’s a skinship fan, so expect a lot of touching, like him putting his arm around your shoulders on public, or kissing your hand.

JISU 

Mood maker in the building so,,, jokes. Pick-up lines. And lots of pickering. But thats just bc he likes you A LOT. He’s very playful all the time but i think Jisu also knows how to be serious, and romantic. When you start dating, he’ll pepperish you in kisses, and write you little love letters telling you how he’ll feels (read: three-line poems that will make you burst into laughter lmao). He’s the type to facetime you at night just to tell you he misses you. Jisu wouldn’t mind touching you in public, but he would mostly do it to annoy you. For example, poke you when you’re not looking and then pretend it wasn’t him. Prepare to have a hard time and at the same time be loved like you never were before. 

MINSU

This babyyy aw Minsu is the definition of soft boy. He’ll fall in love with you the moment you two speak, and you smile. Since this day, he won’t be able to stop thinking about you, and even tho he’s too shy to just tell you that, he finds a way to do that by leaving you tiny notes, or sending you anonymous love letters. When he finally tells you (or you find out, thats more certain kjhakhjsd), hes so happy you like him back hell just hug you and blush about it later. He’s cuddly, he’ll hold your hand whenever he can and call you at night to know how was your day. Minsu is the soft boyfriend that will shower you with love and affection, the world doesn’t deserve him!

updated: may 19th, 2020

OBS.: I will be uploading this masterlist every time I post so new posts will always have a * on it so you’ll know it’s new!

Ⓢ smut

Ⓐ angst

♡ fluff

Ⓜ author’s favourites

* PROMPT LIST *

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➝ [03:04 AM], j.you x jerome * ♡ Ⓜ

➝ TOO as Boyfriends: part 1 & part 2 ♡

➝ TOO Series : VALUE * Ⓐ Ⓜ

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sooo... this is a prompt list! please, send me a number and a ship (it can also be member x reader) on the ask box, and i’ll do it! (and please, be kind when you go on my ask box)

* I’ll also show when there’s one on progress *

1. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” on progress!

2. “Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry”

3. “Stay with me”

4. “Walk out that door and we’re through”

5. “Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything”

6. “I can’t breathe”

7. “I hate how much I love you”

8. “Why are you so jealous?”

9. “Where do you think you’re going”

10. “You make me feel.. you make me feel. And I hate it.”

11. “Go talk to her/him you’ve been staring at them for an hour and it’s creepy.”

12. “I never met to come between you two.”

13. “It’s fine you don’t have to love me.”

14. “Should we let him/her know we’re on to them?” “Now where is the fun in that?”

15. “Let me save you a seat in hell.”

16. “I made you breakfast. I know it’s only cereal but that’s the only thing I can’t burn.”

17. “I gave you everything and this is how you repay me.”

18. “I’d give anything to kiss you right now.” “Ten bucks.”

19. “Don’t leave me.”

20. “I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me”

21. “I think you’re just afraid to be happy”

22. “Why are you so nice to me”

23. “Choose me”

24. “We’ll get through this, I promise”

25. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad”

26. “You’re mine. I don’t share”

27. “Just shut up and kiss me.”

28. “I hate everyone except you”

29. “It’s you, it’s always been you”

30. “I’ll always protect you”

31. “If we get caught I’m blaming you” on progress!

32. “Make me” on progress!

33. “Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now”

34. “I think I forgot how to breath”

35. “Stop biting that fucking lip!” on progress!

36. “You’re blushing”

37. “I missed something didn’t I?”

38. “You come to my room and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle?” on progress!

39. “Well this is awkward” on progress!

40. “Is that my shirt?”

41. “You look like you need a hug”

42. “I can’t believe you don’t like Disney movies”

43. “Please come home, I miss you”

44. “You’re so fucking adorable”

45. “How can you still look so attractive while crying.”

46. “I’m pregnant”

47. “You’re lucky you’re cute” on progress!

48. “Cuddle me.”

49. “Sometimes I really don’t like you”

50. “What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”

51. “It’s not what it looks like… okay maybe it’s what it looks like”

52. “Did you eat the last slice of pizza?!”

53. “I’m not drunk I’ve only had 1…2…7 drinks”

54. “I am literally seconds away from punching you in the face”

55. “Babe… babe… please shut up”

56. “Don’t tell me you didn’t come up with a plan B”

57. “You’re seriously like a man-child.”

58. “You’re getting crumbs all over my bed”

59. “Im too sober for this”

60. “Oh god, I need a drink”

woosan 50’s au!

gênero: fluff

restrições: nenhuma

pedido: sim

Quando a porta de vidro se abriu, o sininho que anunciava a chegada de um novo cliente assustou San. Com os olhos arregalados, ele se virou na direção da entrada da floricultura, se afastando do pequeno buquê que aparava acima do balcão. O dia tinha começado lento, poucos carros estacionados nas ruas e poucas pessoas andando pelas calçadas. Na atualidade, todos sempre estavam muito apressados para chegarem ao trabalho, e os únicos estabelecimentos cheios eram os dinings, com suas garçonetes de patins e pisos quadriculados. A floricultura de San não tinha muitos clientes, por vezes um ou outro casal ou uma senhora. Porém, assim que viu o rosto do homem que tinha acabado de entrar, teve que reprimir um sorriso. É o de sempre, pensou.

— Bom dia senhor, como posso lhe ajudar? — o atendente disse formalmente, apesar de saber que os dois tinham praticamente a mesma idade. A etiqueta que lhe fora ensinada pelo patrão não devia falhar.

O rapaz — um menino, praticamente — ajeitou o chapéu de feltro de vestia sobre os espessos cabelos escuros, puxados para traz cuidadosamente. Ele vestia um sobretudo hoje, uma vez que o clima lá fora estava frio; um início de outono particularmente gelado, mais do que o ano anterior, 1951. Abaixo dele, o terno cinzento de sempre, com leves amassados aqui e ali, as marcas de desgaste clareando o tecido em algumas partes. Seu rosto, livre de qualquer marca a não ser a pequena pinta abaixo do olho esquerdo, exibia a expressão relaxada que San achava tão charmosa. Mas havia certa tensão em seus ombros e na maneira que ele esfregava as mão ao se aproximar do balcão de vidro no centro da loja, olhando para cada canto e cada flor que conseguia achar, menos para o atendente à sua frente.

— Eu... gostaria de um buquê de peônias.

San o encarou por alguns instantes. Aquele rapaz vinha à sua floricultura, naquele mesmo horário, toda manhã, há pelo menos dois meses. Todos os dias, pedia um buquê de uma flor diferente, pagava em dinheiro e sorria timidamente. Em alguns dos dias, quando devia estar se sentindo mais feliz, dizia mais algumas palavras, quase sempre comentários sobre as notícias do dia ou de como estava o clima. Sempre olhava San nos olhos durante o tempo todo, o tom escuro deles contrastando com sua pele clara.

Mas não naquele dia.

— Peônias... — respondeu San, percebendo que havia um leve tom de decepção em sua voz. Por que? Ele era apenas um cliente. Um regular, bonito e simpático, apesar de misterioso e pouco falante. Mas ainda era apenas um cliente. Tudo bem se não olhasse em seus olhos, ele não era obrigado a isso.

San tinha uma mania, uma péssima mania; ele sempre fora sonhador demais, imaginativo demais. Traçava perfis de pessoas que nem conhecia a partir de uma única ação, delegava sentimentos e pensamentos à elas sem se preocupar se eram mesmo delas. Moldava-as como queria, como achava que elas seriam. Dava significados a tudo que faziam. E ele já tinha dado uma bronca em si mesmo em relação ao que pensava desse cliente em particular. Muito provavelmente tudo que você percebe que ele faz, não significa o que você acha que significa. Não é por que ele sorri que está feliz em lhe ver. Não é por que ele volta todos os dias que seja por sua culpa.

— Com... licença? — San ouviu a voz do menino como que vinda de um lugar distante, despertando-o do torpor em que tinha se colocado. Percebeu que estivera todo esse tempo encarando-o descaradamente, enquanto sua mente voava a quilômetros por hora com todos seus pensamentos. Merda, pensou, acabei de dar uma de idiota.

— Ah, sim, me perdoe. — O florista virou-se de costas rapidamente, sentindo suas orelhas esquentarem de vergonha. Concentre-se, Choi San. — Já vou providenciar seu buquê.

Tudo passou em uma questão de minutos, mas que para o atendente pareceram eras. Suas mãos tremiam levemente enquanto ele escolhia as flores mais bonitas e as juntava cuidadosamente em um buquê, enrolado on papel celofane. Depois de colocar um laço branco para finalizar, se virou novamente e o entregou ao rapaz. Dessa vez, seus olhares se encontraram por um segundo, antes de se afastarem novamente, mas mesmo assim, San pensou ter visto um pequeno sorriso no canto da boca do outro.

— São 3 dólares — disse, e, sem dizer mais nenhuma palavra (nem mesmo obrigado), o cliente regular entregou-lhe o dinheiro, acenou com a cabeça e saiu pela porta da frente, ativando mais uma vez o sininho que San não sabia se gostava ou não.

Já estava escurecendo quando san chegou em casa. Morava em um apartamento há quase uma hora de bonde de sua floricultura, e não era nem grande nem pequeno. Era suficiente.

Ele acenou com a cabeça para o porteiro, quando adentrou o pequeno e sujo saguão. Estava cansado; o dia tinha sido cansativo, e durante todo o tempo, as imagens do seu cliente regular — o seu mais querido cliente — agindo diferente do usual o assombraram. Talvez San estivesse assim por não gostar de mudanças, por se sentir perdido e frustrado quando algo com o que já estava acostumado sumia de uma hora para outra, sendo substituído por incerteza. Talvez fosse por ter se sentido frustrado consigo mesmo, ficando encarando-o por tanto tempo; colocava a culpa em si mesmo, achava que o efeito viera por não tê-lo atendido direito.

Ou talvez, fosse por simplesmente ter tido seu coração partido.

— Boa noite, senhor Bong — disse suavemente para o velho senhor, inclinado em sua cadeira lendo o jornal do dia com os óculos de meia lua equilibrados na ponta do nariz. Ele se assustou levemente com a voz de San, e levou alguns segundos para reagir. Ele já está muito velho, pensou San. Não é hora de se aposentar?

— Ah sim! Senhor Choi, tem uma entrega pro senhor.

Uma entrega? San parou onde estava, a mente se agitando assim que registrou as palavra do porteiro. Como assim? Quase ninguém que conhecia tinha seu endereço, com a exceção de seus pais — que estavam muito longe dali para ligarem. Devem ser cartas, ou contas atrasadas, pensou. Não havia a mínima possibilidade de ser outra coisa.

Mas, assim que ele se aproximou do pequeno balcão, e aceitou do velho senhor uma caixa de cor escura embrulhada com um laço branco, não pode evitar de pensar o que poderia ser. De quem poderia ser. Ele girou a caixa algumas vezes; não havia nada escrito do lado de fora dela, nem remetente nem destinatário.

— O senhor sabe como essa caixa chegou aqui? — perguntou, uma vez que não poderia ter sido entregue pelo correio.

— Foi um rapaz durante a tarde — ele ficou a cabeça, e San quase conseguia ver mecanismos funcionando em sua mente, fabricando a memória que tinha sobre o remetente. — Um pouco alto, cabelos pretos. Tinha uma pinta abaixo do olho, eu acho.

San prendeu a respiração. Não... pode ser. Seu coração martelou no peito como nunca antes, e suas mãos apertaram a caixa com mais forças segurando-a contra o peito trovejante. Deve ser uma coincidência, pensou. Ou uma alucinação. Certamente não poderia ser verdade.

— O senhor está bem, senhor Choi? Está meio pálido — o porteiro falou com a voz pequenina, e San retribuiu seu olhar, tentando acalmar a si mesmo com a respiração.

— Está... tudo ótimo. — disse, tentando soar confiante. Porem, o olhar desconfiado do senhor Bong mostrava que não tinha sido convencido. — Obrigado.

Teve que conter cada célula de seu corpo para que não subisse correndo as escadas até seu andar, o terceiro. Quando finalmente conseguiu abrir a porta do apartamento — depois de derrubar a chave quase dez vezes —, entrou tão rápido que quase tropeçou e derrubou a caixa delicada em seus braços. Sentindo o coração martelando como nunca e a respiração pesada, por conta do susto e da ansiedade, colocou a caixa sobre a pequena mesa da cozinha.

Nesse momento, foi como se o tempo tivesse desacelerado. Cada movimento, desde puxar o grosso laço de fita branca, até desencaixar a tampa grossa da caixa preta, parecia se estender por horas. San nao sabia o que sentir, sua mente ia e voltava entre o presente e o passado. Todas as memórias que tinha do cliente misterioso, cujo qual nem sabia o nome, ou o que fazia. Não sabia nada sobre ele, agora que parava para pensar, mas, mesmo assim, tinha desenvolvido um carinho inexplicável por ele. Se lembrava de cada flor que tinha lhe vendido. E pensava que esse carinho tinha sido arruinado pelo dia de hoje, mas assim que o porteiro descrevera o remetente da estranha caixa, não pode evitar de visualizá-lo em sua mente.

E então, abriu a caixa. O rapaz franziu a testa para o conteúdo: papel de embrulho cor de creme, e, acima dele, milhares de vidrinhos quadrados, cheios de um líquido transparente. Ou, ao menos, era o que pensava, mas ao pegar cada um em suas mãos, viu que muitos deles tinham colorações sutis, amareladas ou arroxeadas. Ele contou cada um; 64. 64 frascos cheios de água colorida. Que tipo de pegadinha era essa?

San estava começando a se irritar com o “presente” quando viu algo abaixo do papel de embrulho. Um quadrado branco, com letras escritas delicadamente em tinta escura. Ao pegar o cartão, sentiu seu coração parar no peito.

“Um perfume para cada linda flor. E todos para a flor mais bela.”

Seus dedos estavam trêmulos quando ele largou o cartão sobre a mesa, e pegou cada frasco na mão, abrindo-os um a um. Não era água; era perfume. Cada fragrância mais delicada, mais doce e mais inebriante do que a anterior. Pequenas etiquetas identificavam-as com os nomes das flores: cérbera, amarílis, gardênia. Margarida. Peônia. San sentiu a visão embaçar e, logo em seguida, algo escorreu pós suas bochechas. Sua mão subiu para enxugar as lágrimas que tinha deixado escapar sem querer, emoções o sufocando como nunca. Então era verdade, pensou.

Cada olhar, cada sorriso, cada palavra trocada. Cada coisa que San imaginara. Era tudo verdade.

E, quando a mão tocou o rosto, ele sentiu o cheiro de cada um dos perfumes misturados na própria pele. E soube que, depois daquele momento, nunca mais sentiria nada como aquilo. Por que não eram só perfumes.

Jeyou was in the land of dreams. His body felt weightless as he floated through the sky, the clouds around him sparkling with mixed colours. Blue, purple, pink, all changing and mixing with one another every time they moved. He could see a slight silhouette of what was underneath him, but he didn’t care about that. He just wanted to feel; the blow of the wind on his face, the sensation of the clouds touching his feet and clinging to his white clothes; the sound of the heartbeat inside his chest, and something else. something like...

“Jeyou hyung”.

He heard it the first time, but his sight didn’t change. He was still on the clouds, in the sky. He was still feeling the wind and smelling the pure atmosphere.

“Jeyou hyung”, this time, his eyes opened.

The sight—or at least, all the darkened blues he was able to see—changed. All the whites were replaced by blacks, and there was no wind. No clouds. Just his back touching the soft bed, and a tall figure standing beside it.

“What”, he said, his voice cracking a little while he stretched his arms above him, and blinked to clear the vision.

“I had a nightmare”, then, Jeyou recognises the voice, while his eyes grew used to the gloom, and he was able to figure out contours, and colours. Big eyes, small mouth, pink hair. It was Jerome.

“I’m...” Jeyou didn’t really know what to say. This never happened to him, since he was an only child. No brothers or sisters to wake him up during the night asking for comfort. Or at least, that’s what he thought he should give; comfort. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

That’s the best that he could drag out, raising from the bed supporting himself of his elbows. The sleep still weighed upon him, and the sutil memory of the dream he was having before kept on confusing him. Is this real?

“Can I sleep here with you?” Jerome, apparently, ignored completely his question. Now, Jeyou wasn’t sure what he was gonna do. He eyed the younger boy again, still standing stiff beside his bed. He carried something in his arms, his pink polka-dots pajamas hugging tightly a blue—it also could be gray, Jeyou was not certain— teddy bear. He really looked like a child, even though the both of them had only a year difference.

Far away, he could hear the other members in their sleep, mumbling or snoring. But, overall, silence was the only sound on the apartment. Jeyou raised his eyes again to Jerome’s eyes. They were sparkling—they always were. Even in the darkness, even in the fear, Jerome’s eyes still shined like stars. This cracked him up a little, a warmth spreading through his chest while he blinked a few times and took a deep breath.

“Okay”, he said simply, but it didn’t take long for the other boy to move. Jeyou had to move to his side fast, because Jerome raised the sheets and fell heavy on top of the bed, his teddy bear safe inside his arms while he laid on his side, facing the older boy with his big, shiny eyes. “Thank you”, he mumbled, and closed his eyes. He fell asleep as fast as the blink of an eye, but even though Jeyou was sleeping heavy before the younger woke him up—which, at the time, got him a little angry—there was no tiredness on him. now. He was wide awake.