Ship/Member: Soonyoung / Wonwoo Major Tags: Non-Major Character Death (mentioned only). Additional Tags: fluff, ambiguous relationships, college AU, crack, (failed) attempts at humor, open-ending??? Permission to remix: Please ask / Also going for Year of the Tiger if this counts!
A/N: Title's from a Cebuano song by Chai Fonacier called Laylay and it translates to sleep, now. ***
Wonwoo’s not sleeping.
Soonyoung can tell as much by the conscious intakes of his breath and how Wonwoo's lids flutter ever so often, enough for Soonyoung to turn off the desk light and close his laptop with a quiet thud.
Then, he bridges what little space afforded to them by shitty college dorms and the clutter of yesterday's all-nighter.
Soonyoung almost steps on a stray pen.
The bed is warm with Wonwoo’s body heat and it’s easier to slip under the covers than pretend Soonyoung understands what he was reading from two hours ago.
Studying or sleeping (with Wonwoo)? Definitely the latter.
It takes a second for Wonwoo to notice that Soonyoung is now beside him but when he does, it's like his entire body drops into a contented sigh and Soonyoung can feel Wonwoo's arms caging him in, drawing his body close.
“Still can’t sleep?” Soonyoung asks, rubbing nonsensical patterns on the older’s chest because he knows Wonwoo loves it and it's another way to help him sleep.
“Mhm.” Wonwoo exhales, "You took too long."
It's late in the evening and the street lamps from outside bathe the room in a quiet glow. There are sounds from every corner of the room, no doubt other college students still up studying, partying, a combination of both or other activities that does not require Soonyoung’s input, right now.
But if Soonyoung presses his ear close to Wonwoo’s chest, it all becomes muffled—white noise.
He can already feel the sleep overtake his senses.
And it seems like Wonwoo is on his way, too.
"Sorry, I have a test in three days." He murmurs, snuggling even more to Wonwoo's side. "Wanted to read ahead."
This close, Soonyoung can smell the detergent the two of them share (everything's expensive when you start living in your own) and from where his cheek is squished against Wonwoo's chest, he can feel the softness of Wonwoo's sleep shirt.
The kind that is worn often, well-loved.
"Tell me if you want company in the library tomorrow," Wonwoo's already deep voice drops several octaves lower when he's right at the cusp of sleep.
It's strangely comforting.
"My class ends at noon."
"Mhm." Soonyoung nods, "I'll text you."
Sleeping with your room mate had not been part of the itinerary Soonyoung thought he’d be doing in his entire college career.
Well, people are bound to sleep with each other at some point cause, duh, college and hormones.
But there was nothing sexual nor romantic going on between the both of them, even if it had been going on for four semesters already and Soonyoung knows Wonwoo’s entire sleeping pattern like it's the back of his hand.
(As much as he knows what Wonwoo’s order in Starbucks is—black, like my soul, Wonwoo had said and Soonyoung wished he was kidding; how Saturdays are off-limits for whatever rendezvous Soonyoung can think off when he's been reading for more than five hours straight and needs a change of scenery because it’s the only time Wonwoo’s and his little brother’s schedule can match up, enough for a phone call; how Wonwoo hates sea food enough for Soonyoung to stop suggesting his favorite sushi place when they’re out-campus and drag Wonwoo to the nearest tteokbokki stall, instead; what Wonwoo sounds like when he’s feeling good—Soonyoung had made the classic room mate mistake of walking in on Wonwoo once, while the Engineering major was in the shower and had vowed to never do it again through a series of red-faced apologies and then some more after the older was dressed; and how Wonwoo can’t sleep without someone beside him because he’s scared to die in his sleep just like his dad did, when he was seven years old.)
It was something Soonyoung didn’t expect from Wonwoo, with how the older was always put together all the time. Always looking the part of the well-adjusted college student Soonyoung’s been trying to mimic since freshman year.
(He’s still trying.)
But then again you shouldn’t judge people, Soonyoung-ah comes his noona’s scolding and the second his brain connected the dots after Month 2 of sharing a room with Wonwoo whose eyebags have only been getting darker and darker every passing day.
Soonyoung didn’t hesitate to ask Wonwoo if he could help.
It would be well and fine to say that the entire exchange went smoothly but unfortunately, Soonyoung had just the recent epiphany that he may or may not (definitely may) have a crush on his room mate and had to stammer through the entire thing. Which, probably didn’t help his entire cause.
Much less convince Wonwoo that he wasn't a weirdo.
Soonyoung also swears he’s not doing it for nefarious purposes (he is not, Minghao thank you very much!) and just simply wanted to help a room mate out.
Soonyoung had an entire game plan for college and that consisted getting along with everyone because that meant lesser stress and now, it also involves being his room mate’s pseudo-body pillow for however long their lease allows them inside the campus grounds.
(“Point to me the part where that makes sense.”
Minghao is looking at him like Soonyoung’s done a stupid again, it’s no different from his usual expression—does that mean Soonyoung is stupid all the time???—and it makes Soonyoung shrink in his seat.
“Well, what if he starts being stressed cause he’s losing sleep and picks a fight with me?”
“What is this? A bad plot for a romance movie? He’s a rational person, hyung. Not Noah Centineo.”)
It's a miracle that Wonwoo agreed and didn’t just put a restraining order against Soonyoung, like Jihoon had been betting alongside Jun.
Those bastards.
The first time had been awkward as fuck and Soonyoung couldn’t sleep until the early hours of the morning because he was worried that he was too fussy or God forbid...he had morning breath.
That was not a good impression to leave your potential crush with, even if Soonyoung swears he’s just doing this to help Wonwoo achieve optimal health.
But when morning came, Wonwoo looked marginally better and the bags under his eyes were less severe. The smile Wonwoo gave Soonyoung when he woke up was enough to solidify that oh, I really do have a crush on him moment in Soonyoung's brain.
He still counts it as a win.
Then, it just became their thing.
Soonyoung doesn’t remember the last time he slept on his own bed over the course of their thing. His mattress had become a dumping ground for clothes and other shit they couldn’t cram in their closets anymore, his pillows and blankets completely migrating over to Wonwoo's.
(Wonwoo had stared at him dead-eyed for a whole minute when Soonyoung held up his tiger-printed pillow cases on the first night but didn't say anything about it and simply made room for Soonyoung to squeeze into.
Not even when Soonyoung's alarm went off the next day, the opening bars to the Horanghae birthday song Jihoon gave him last year, blaring loudly inside the tiny room.)
Soonyoung’s phone is right beside Wonwoo’s on the bedside table mixed with an opened box of Tiger Balm patches and Wonwoo’s eye drops.
If there was a line between the both of them, Soonyoung thinks that had been crossed a long, long time ago.
But if something were to happen between the two of them, shouldn't it have happened sooner?
Soonyoung doesn't know, he's been living in celibacy since his diaper days.
Nevertheless, sleeping with Wonwoo has its perks and it isn't as complicated as his friends make it out to be, when he tells them that their thing is still happening.
(He gets back rubs and cuddles, sue him.)
They were just two stressed college student that could use some TLC from time-to-time and it didn't have to mean anything.
Right?
But when Wonwoo drops a kiss at the crown of Soonyoung's head right before he succumbs to sleep, Soonyoung wants for it to mean something.
***
I hope this is to your liking anon! Thank you for the prompt ♡
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Major Tags: Non-Major Character Death (mentioned only).
Additional Tags: fluff, ambiguous relationships, college AU, crack, (failed) attempts at humor, open-ending???
Permission to remix: Please ask / Also going for Year of the Tiger if this counts!
A/N: Title's from a Cebuano song by Chai Fonacier called Laylay and it translates to sleep, now.
***
Wonwoo’s not sleeping.
Soonyoung can tell as much by the conscious intakes of his breath and how Wonwoo's lids flutter ever so often, enough for Soonyoung to turn off the desk light and close his laptop with a quiet thud.
Then, he bridges what little space afforded to them by shitty college dorms and the clutter of yesterday's all-nighter.
Soonyoung almost steps on a stray pen.
The bed is warm with Wonwoo’s body heat and it’s easier to slip under the covers than pretend Soonyoung understands what he was reading from two hours ago.
Studying or sleeping (with Wonwoo)? Definitely the latter.
It takes a second for Wonwoo to notice that Soonyoung is now beside him but when he does, it's like his entire body drops into a contented sigh and Soonyoung can feel Wonwoo's arms caging him in, drawing his body close.
“Still can’t sleep?” Soonyoung asks, rubbing nonsensical patterns on the older’s chest because he knows Wonwoo loves it and it's another way to help him sleep.
“Mhm.” Wonwoo exhales, "You took too long."
It's late in the evening and the street lamps from outside bathe the room in a quiet glow. There are sounds from every corner of the room, no doubt other college students still up studying, partying, a combination of both or other activities that does not require Soonyoung’s input, right now.
But if Soonyoung presses his ear close to Wonwoo’s chest, it all becomes muffled—white noise.
He can already feel the sleep overtake his senses.
And it seems like Wonwoo is on his way, too.
"Sorry, I have a test in three days." He murmurs, snuggling even more to Wonwoo's side. "Wanted to read ahead."
This close, Soonyoung can smell the detergent the two of them share (everything's expensive when you start living in your own) and from where his cheek is squished against Wonwoo's chest, he can feel the softness of Wonwoo's sleep shirt.
The kind that is worn often, well-loved.
"Tell me if you want company in the library tomorrow," Wonwoo's already deep voice drops several octaves lower when he's right at the cusp of sleep.
It's strangely comforting.
"My class ends at noon."
"Mhm." Soonyoung nods, "I'll text you."
Sleeping with your room mate had not been part of the itinerary Soonyoung thought he’d be doing in his entire college career.
Well, people are bound to sleep with each other at some point cause, duh, college and hormones.
But there was nothing sexual nor romantic going on between the both of them, even if it had been going on for four semesters already and Soonyoung knows Wonwoo’s entire sleeping pattern like it's the back of his hand.
(As much as he knows what Wonwoo’s order in Starbucks is—black, like my soul, Wonwoo had said and Soonyoung wished he was kidding; how Saturdays are off-limits for whatever rendezvous Soonyoung can think off when he's been reading for more than five hours straight and needs a change of scenery because it’s the only time Wonwoo’s and his little brother’s schedule can match up, enough for a phone call; how Wonwoo hates sea food enough for Soonyoung to stop suggesting his favorite sushi place when they’re out-campus and drag Wonwoo to the nearest tteokbokki stall, instead; what Wonwoo sounds like when he’s feeling good—Soonyoung had made the classic room mate mistake of walking in on Wonwoo once, while the Engineering major was in the shower and had vowed to never do it again through a series of red-faced apologies and then some more after the older was dressed; and how Wonwoo can’t sleep without someone beside him because he’s scared to die in his sleep just like his dad did, when he was seven years old.)
It was something Soonyoung didn’t expect from Wonwoo, with how the older was always put together all the time. Always looking the part of the well-adjusted college student Soonyoung’s been trying to mimic since freshman year.
(He’s still trying.)
But then again you shouldn’t judge people, Soonyoung-ah comes his noona’s scolding and the second his brain connected the dots after Month 2 of sharing a room with Wonwoo whose eyebags have only been getting darker and darker every passing day.
Soonyoung didn’t hesitate to ask Wonwoo if he could help.
It would be well and fine to say that the entire exchange went smoothly but unfortunately, Soonyoung had just the recent epiphany that he may or may not (definitely may) have a crush on his room mate and had to stammer through the entire thing. Which, probably didn’t help his entire cause.
Much less convince Wonwoo that he wasn't a weirdo.
Soonyoung also swears he’s not doing it for nefarious purposes (he is not, Minghao thank you very much!) and just simply wanted to help a room mate out.
Soonyoung had an entire game plan for college and that consisted getting along with everyone because that meant lesser stress and now, it also involves being his room mate’s pseudo-body pillow for however long their lease allows them inside the campus grounds.
(“Point to me the part where that makes sense.”
Minghao is looking at him like Soonyoung’s done a stupid again, it’s no different from his usual expression—does that mean Soonyoung is stupid all the time???—and it makes Soonyoung shrink in his seat.
“Well, what if he starts being stressed cause he’s losing sleep and picks a fight with me?”
“What is this? A bad plot for a romance movie? He’s a rational person, hyung. Not Noah Centineo.”)
It's a miracle that Wonwoo agreed and didn’t just put a restraining order against Soonyoung, like Jihoon had been betting alongside Jun.
Those bastards.
The first time had been awkward as fuck and Soonyoung couldn’t sleep until the early hours of the morning because he was worried that he was too fussy or God forbid...he had morning breath.
That was not a good impression to leave your potential crush with, even if Soonyoung swears he’s just doing this to help Wonwoo achieve optimal health.
But when morning came, Wonwoo looked marginally better and the bags under his eyes were less severe. The smile Wonwoo gave Soonyoung when he woke up was enough to solidify that oh, I really do have a crush on him moment in Soonyoung's brain.
He still counts it as a win.
Then, it just became their thing.
Soonyoung doesn’t remember the last time he slept on his own bed over the course of their thing. His mattress had become a dumping ground for clothes and other shit they couldn’t cram in their closets anymore, his pillows and blankets completely migrating over to Wonwoo's.
(Wonwoo had stared at him dead-eyed for a whole minute when Soonyoung held up his tiger-printed pillow cases on the first night but didn't say anything about it and simply made room for Soonyoung to squeeze into.
Not even when Soonyoung's alarm went off the next day, the opening bars to the Horanghae birthday song Jihoon gave him last year, blaring loudly inside the tiny room.)
Soonyoung’s phone is right beside Wonwoo’s on the bedside table mixed with an opened box of Tiger Balm patches and Wonwoo’s eye drops.
If there was a line between the both of them, Soonyoung thinks that had been crossed a long, long time ago.
But if something were to happen between the two of them, shouldn't it have happened sooner?
Soonyoung doesn't know, he's been living in celibacy since his diaper days.
Nevertheless, sleeping with Wonwoo has its perks and it isn't as complicated as his friends make it out to be, when he tells them that their thing is still happening.
(He gets back rubs and cuddles, sue him.)
They were just two stressed college student that could use some TLC from time-to-time and it didn't have to mean anything.
Right?
But when Wonwoo drops a kiss at the crown of Soonyoung's head right before he succumbs to sleep, Soonyoung wants for it to mean something.
***
I hope this is to your liking anon! Thank you for the prompt ♡
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