The bedroom was dark except for the dim blue glow of the digital clock sitting on your boyfriend’s nightstand.
12:14 AM.
Most nights, the apartment was silent by now. Your boyfriend usually fell asleep the moment his head touched the pillow, and you weren’t much different. Tonight, however, sleep refused to come.
You lay on your back staring at the ceiling, your fingers nervously twisting the edge of the blanket. Every few minutes you adjusted your pillow, turned onto your side, then onto your other side, trying to find a comfortable position that didn’t seem to exist.
Beside you, he remained motionless.
At least, that’s what you thought.
His eyes opened slowly. he had been awake for the past twenty minutes. At first he’d ignored it. Everyone had restless nights sometimes. But after listening to you shift around for what felt like the hundredth time, his patience was beginning to wear dangerously thin.
The mattress dipped again as you rolled over. Then came a frustrated sigh from your boyfriend’s side of the bed. He shut his eyes and counted to five.
Then ten.
Then twenty.
When you moved again, he finally spoke.
“Baby.” His voice was low and rough from exhaustion.
You immediately froze, “Yeah?”
“Why are you still awake?” The question wasn’t angry. Not yet. It sounded more tired than anything else. His voice filled with exhaustion.
You hesitated before whispering, “I can’t sleep.” Which was followed by a long silences
He reached over and grabbed his phone. The bright screen illuminated his face just long enough for you to see the annoyance forming there. “Do you know what time it is?”
You glanced at the clock. “…After midnight?”
“It’s almost twelve-fifteen.”
Your shoulders sank. “I know.”
“Then close your eyes and go to sleep.”
You wanted to laugh because if it were that easy, you would’ve done it an hour ago. “I’ve been trying.” You said playfully, but after seeing his jaw tightening, you were sure that he didn’t find it as funny as you did.
“I can tell.” He says dryly, the sarcasm instantly made your cheeks warm.
Normally, your lover was patient with you. Very patient. He understood your nervous habits better than anyone. He knew you overthought everything. Knew you had nights where your mind simply refused to be quiet.
But tonight he was exhausted. And exhausted bf was significantly less forgiving. less soft on the edges.
You turned onto your side and tried again. For a few minutes neither of you spoke. Then, your foot accidentally brushed against his leg as you shifted, and the mattress moved.
A deeply exaggerated breath left him, leaving you immediately guilty.
“Sorry.”
Another silence.
Then came a sharp sound as he threw the blanket back and sat upright, making your heart drop.
“Babe?”
He rubbed both hands over his face before looking at you. His hair was messy. His eyes were heavy with sleep. The exhaustion written across his features made the guilt in your chest grow ten times heavier.
“I have work in the morning.”
You sat up slightly to face him before responding. “I know.”
“I have a meeting at nine.”
“I know.” You repeat again.
“And I’ve spent the last forty minutes listening to you fight a pillow.”
You looked down, the room suddenly felt very small. He rarely raised his voice at you. In fact, he usually softened it whenever he noticed you becoming nervous. That was why what happened next startled you.
“Y/n, go to sleep.”
The words came out louder than he intended.
Sharp enough to make you flinch.
But the moment he saw your reaction, he regretted it—instantly.
Your eyes widened. Not because you were angry. Because you looked hurt. The kind of hurt that made your partner feel like the worst husband alive.
You quickly looked away, blinking hard as if trying to hide it. But that somehow made everything worse.
His shoulders dropped. “Ah, damn it.” The anger drained from him instantly.
You curled in on yourself, fingers twisting together in your lap. “ ‘was trying.” The smallness of your voice stabbed straight through his chest.
For a moment neither of you spoke. Then he sighed heavily and reached toward you.
“Come here.”
You didn’t move.
His expression softened further.
“Baby.”
Slowly, you looked up.
The irritation was gone now.
All that remained was exhaustion and guilt.
“Come here.”
This time you obeyed.
The second you moved closer, his arms wrapped around you and pulled you firmly against his chest.
You melted immediately
The familiar warmth of him surrounded you from every side. One hand slid into your hair. The other settled against your back. Neither of you spoke. The apartment was quiet again. Eventually his his cheek against the top of your head and closed his eyes.
“I’m sorry.” A faint kiss pressed against your hair. “I didn’t mean to.”
You felt some of the tightness in your chest disappear. His fingers continued slowly combing through your hair.
“You drive me insane sometimes.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.”
“But—”
“Just shut up.”
His hand squeezed your shoulder.
“You couldn’t sleep. That’s not a crime.”
The gentleness in his voice made your eyes sting. For several minutes he simply held you. No teasing. No scolding. Just holding you close enough that you could hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
Eventually your body began relaxing without you realizing it. The tension left your shoulders, your breathing slowed, your eyelids growing heavier.
He noticed Immediately that you were slowly drifting off and a smile touched his lips. “There you go.”
You made a sleepy noise. Half conscious and half dreaming. His thumb brushed gently across your arm. “That’s my girl.”
The last thing you felt before drifting off was his hand resting protectively against your back.
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You’re in his lap still—your back against the door, legs wrapped around his waist, skirt bunched around your thighs, your underwear somewhere on the car floor.
Heeseung’s hips are moving slow, deep, like he’s trying to memorize the way you feel. You’re tucked under his hoodie, your face buried in his neck, still making soft, helpless little sounds with every thrust.
“Shh,” he whispers, voice thick and raspy as he rocks into you. “I know, baby. I know. You missed me. I missed you too—fuck—I missed you so bad.”
You nod, tears slipping again, your soft whines muffled in his hoodie.
He cradles the back of your head like you’re something fragile, kissing your temple between moans. “You’re gonna ruin me,” he pants. “You cry, and all I wanna do is hold you and fuck you at the same time.”
You grip his shirt tighter, breathing shaky.
And then—
Bzzzzzt.
His phone vibrates on the floor in the front seat.
He ignores it.
You keep going.
But it buzzes again.
BZZZZT. BZZZZT.
Heeseung lets out a strained groan. “Fuck, hang on—baby, don’t move—don’t move—”
You freeze, breath hiccuping. He reaches forward just enough to snag the phone from the cupholder. You watch as he squints at the screen.
“Jungwon,” he mutters.
You whimper against his neck.
“Shouldn’t answer,” he mumbles. “Definitely shouldn’t. But—fuck—he’s gonna keep calling.”
He clicks Accept with a sharp sigh, trying to slow his breathing.
“Yo,” he says, voice way too casual for someone currently inside his crying, clinging girlfriend in the backseat of a car.
“Hyung?” Jungwon’s voice comes through. “You okay? You sound tired...”
Heeseung clears his throat, still holding you tight, trying not to thrust even though you’re clenching so tight around him he could come right then and there.
“Yeah,” he says, a little too fast. “Just—just chillin’. Little… workout earlier.”
You bite his shoulder in order to muffle your moans.
He groans into your hair and prays Jungwon didn’t hear it.
You press a soft kiss to his neck and whisper, “Hee…”
He lets out a strangled breath and accidentally bumps your hips with his.
“Y-yeah,” he coughs. “Sorry. Uh—say that again?”
Jungwon pauses. “Hyung… you sure you’re okay?”
Heeseung squeezes your thigh under the hoodie, biting down a groan.
“Yeah,” he says again, lower now, almost a whisper. “Just gimme a minute. I’ll call you back.”
Before Jungwon can answer, he ends the call and tosses the phone somewhere toward the front seat.
Then he slumps back into the leather, dragging you down fully against him again.
You let out a shaky moan, legs tightening.
Heeseung grabs your hips hard, eyes shut.
“I’m not gonna last,” he breathes. “You’re too much, baby. I just needed to hear your voice this morning and now I’m—fuck, I’m buried in you in a parking lot while the guys are waiting on me.”
You whimper, and his eyes roll back.
“No more calls,” he whispers, lips brushing yours. “I’m not done with you yet.”
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