word count (excluding spaces): 1221
trigger warnings: mention of death
[ sleepless night ] by seunoyuu
( nyongtory oneshots at 3AM )
He brewed himself a cup of tea for the night, but he couldn't help but stay up, his body refused to rest and sleep. He sat up as he could hear the elder male shift around in front of his room.
Seungri stood, standing as he went to the door, opening the door as he saw the elder standing in front of the room. Perhaps Jiyong was still drunk? They did drink a little, but he didn't expect the male to get drunk from so little. "Hyung, why are you still awake?" he asked with a curious tone. It was late in the night and slowly reaching eleven in the evening.
Jiyong stared at Seungri, eyes a little wide as he was taken back from the door suddenly opening. He didn't expect the door to open, hoping the younger didn't hear his rather loud footsteps. "Oh, how come you're still awake?"
"Answer my question first, hyung."
"No reason in particular." Jiyong stated as he looked down at his hands, "You should sleep, it's getting late." He added, glancing up at the clock.
Seungri's head joined, looking up at the time. "You too, hyung. Go to bed. To answer your question, you're walking kinda loud with your... shoes still on. Hyung, are you really gonna drive home at this time?"Seungri realized only then, seeing Jiyong with his shoes on.
"Oh, no, no- are they? Oh, sorry! I'm not leaving, I just forgot to take them off." The pink haired lad took his shoes off, holding them as his white socks touched the floor.
Seungri silently sighed with a little relief, he didn't want the male to drive so late in the night. To rephrase, he desperately didn't want him to. "Hyung, do you take anything before sleeping? Anything that can help you fall asleep faster?" he asked with a small smile, gently walking pass him to walk to the kitchen with his socks on as well.
The night was cold, it was a little windy outside with the plants swaying as the neighborhood quieted down to be as loud as a drop of water.
Seungri pulled out a carton of milk, hoping the male would say his usual glass of milk. "Actually, Seungri, do you remember that thing we'd do to help me sleep back in the dorms?" Jiyong asked with an awkward chuckle, following the whitehaired other from a small distance. "Our rooms were right beside each other and the other three shared one? Remember that?" he asked again as Seungri didn't reply.
The man with the milk carton froze as his back faced the other, slowly turning with an unsure look and bottom lip bit. "Yes, of course I remember, hyung... I- uh thought you got over that... Obstacle." he smiled a little.
Jiyong rubbed his neck as he crossed his arms, "mmmm... Not really, I just switched to using pillows, they're just as satisfying... But yeah, that can help me, maybe." he said, the room remaining quiet for a while. He pointed at the carton, "maybe that can help as well." he coughed a little, shifting his stance to face the side, pacing a little.
Seungri moved and grabbed a glass, pouring the milk halfway and then placing the carton back into the refrigerator. He pushed himself off the counter and handed it to Jiyong, the male drinking it as Seungri brought him into the bedroom. Jiyong quickly placed down his shoes outside the bedroom door.
The elder finished his glass of milk within a few seconds, placing it on the nightstand and sitting himself down. Seungri stood up with his face reddening slightly, pacing a little bit with a single step. He stopped in front of Jiyong and stared for a short time, sighing afterwards. "Fine... let's do it." he gave in, Jiyong rolling into the bed and under the blankets.
Seungri took a sip of his tea and placed it back down, laying down on the bed. He went under the covers, moving back into Jiyong's side. The elder cuddled his waist, something Seungri stopped getting used to. Jiyong cuddled into Seungri's back, the younger, not having any complaints whatsoever. He wasn't used to it, but he sure did like who was doing it.
If this was done on a daily basis, he'd probably become the happiest panda in the world. He smiled a little, his face's redness still visible. It was a good thing that Jiyong was behind him, he couldn't see the mess he was cuddling.
"Hyung, you're not sleeping yet, right?" Seungri asked with a soft tone after thirty minutes of the two laying in bed.
"Not yet. Why?" Jiyong answered as he lifted his head slightly to look over at the younger, letting his head fall back onto the pillow.
"I gotta say a secret but you can't freak out whatsoever, okay?" Seungri stated as the sleepiness had got to him. Jiyong silently replied with a nod as Seungri mumbled his next statement.
"What?" Jiyong asked for him to repeat with a soft and quiet voice, Seungri mumbling the whole sentence once more.
"Seungri-ah, can you repeat that?" he asked again.
"Aish... Kwon Jiyong, I like you!" Seungri slurred a little as he was slowly falling asleep with his eyes closed already. Jiyong had no words and Seungri was quietly rambling. "I've liked you for a long time, but you've been blinded with women to notice." he muttered with a slightly pouty face.
"Seungri..." Jiyong felt speechless. He didn't know how to reply. "Same..." he muttered as the other had already gone to bed. Jiyong peaked under the covers and spotted Seungri holding the male's hand that wrapped around his waist. He smiled and cuddled into the other's back, closing his eyes to sleep.
A few hours later into the morning, Jiyong woke up in a new environment, he was back home now. He sat up as the clock showed it was ten in the morning, looking around to see no sign of Seungri, whatsoever.
He got out of bed to see the exact same clothes Seungri was wearing in his dream, on himself. He shook his head, putting on his slippers and going through the house to look for Seungri, calling out his name. "Maknae! Maknae! Seungri, come out!" he said as he went in room by room, making his way to the kitchen and getting himself a glass of water.
Footsteps were heard behind him as he turned out with a smile, seeing a woman instead. "Jiyongie, stay quiet. You might wake up the kids." she said softly, placing her finger on his lips. She had a sad smile on her face, "still on about Seungri, even though we've been married for three years." she sighed. "where's Seungri, Haeran?" He asked with a frown.
She sighed once more, hugging Jiyong. "Baby... Seungri died five years ago..." The female whispered into his ear, comforting him.
