safe (until it’s late) by joonontheshore
He was greeted by Jeongguk’s droopy eyes and a quiet “hyung”. The word sounded vulnerable and a little whiny, maybe a bit pleading. So Namjoon entered the bed and laid there, in the darkness, gently running his fingers through Jeongguk’s hair and mumbling low it’s okays, and a fond sleep, baby that slipped through his lips.
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