History || Taemin x Jongin
Ā Taemin merely watches as Jongin struggles to stay still, unsure of whether the other boy was going to remain rested in his lap, or if he was going to get up and move again. Heās suspicions are confirmed when Jongin rolls off of him to straighten himself back up, albeit unsteadily. Heās curious as to what his drunken thought pattern is going to have him doing next, eyes glued on him just in case he decided that doing something stupid was the next best thing than staying settled where he was.
āWhy havenāt you been taking them?ā He questions, an eyebrow raises, though heās pretty sure he has a good idea as to why he hasnāt been taking them lately. His eyes never leave him, because heās worried that Jonginās going to stumble backwards and fall or something, but no, neither of those things happened. Instead, he watches as Jongin gets himself stuck in his shirt, unsure of whether he should laugh at the pathetic cry that leaves him, or if he should get up and actually help him. However, as soon as Jongin stumbles out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, his mind is made up, and he moves, following the other boy out.
āJongin- Jongin, wait.ā He reaches out for him, helping to take his shirt off. Itās the most innocent of gestures, he thinks, folding the otherās shirt and placing it nicely on the desk against the wall. āAlright, come onā¦ I think itās about time you went to bed.ā He says, helping him onto the bed and under the sheets. Thereās a part of him thatās wondering why he bothered with going out tonight, because now instead of sleeping in his own bed, his drunk exboyfriend would be sleeping there, tucked in nicely under his blankets while he tries to sleep in the other bed that hasnāt been occupied in months. Sometimes he wonders if he even has a roommate anymore, because Sehunās never around, but he thinks that may be a good thing.
He tucks Jongin in in his bed and wishes him a goodnight before changing into a pair of pyjamas. Once ready, he shuts the lights and crawls into the other bed, a heavy sigh leaving him. He wasnāt going to be able to sleep tonight, he knows this, eyes open wide as he stared at the ceiling.Ā
Jongin gets liberated from the confines of his shirt pretty quickly, and his arms remain above his head for a couple of seconds, hair static against his forehead before lowering them and pushing his hair out of his eyes. "If i take them... i don't feel like drinking. If i don't drink, then i feel too much." He tells him, implications of his words lost in the lazy smile he gives him as he tucks him in. The indent in the middle of the bed is more prominent than the one in his own room, probably because they both used to sleep in here more, and his own bed is stiff and unused.Ā
He rolls himself over until his chin is propped up on the back of his hand, long legs stretched out behind him. He can see him moving out the corner of his eye, and even in this unruley state he knows he's not allowed to look anymore, and it breaks his heart a little that he has so much space all to himself. "Hey Taemin-" His voice has more clarity to it now but it's still sluggish with sleep, and he doesn't finish, doesn't open his eyes again until the morning.Ā
He snores the entire night, and he only wakes up when he rolls over and his knuckles bump against the wall painfully. His head is a constant throbbing that demands his attention, fuels his half asleep, half hung over self to get to his feet. The air in the room is cold, the uni doesn't turn the heating on unless its freezing, and he doesn't remember taking his shirt off. His laptops not where he left it either and Taemins- Taemin. Realising he's not in his own room just has him shoving his arms into his shirt a little faster as he searches for his shoes to make a quick escape.Ā
