he wants to be a team for all their years as convex, and even more if their career allows it. fans always talk about idol group bonds and feeling like family; and convex does feel like one. for all their ups and downs, member losses and additions, it still feels like family. all the bad and the good of it. stressful, painful at times– but so very endearing and blissful all at the same time. “let’s promise,” he offers sleepily, smiling to himself. “together. at the finish line. wherever it may be.”
“that’s what they say. like, those foam cloud pillows they advertise.” he manages to chuckle. “we should get one. try it out– see if it feels like this.” he yawns towards the end of it, an apology leaving him with a sheepish laugh. “who’s falling asleep? me?” he lifts his head weakly, twisting to look at hoseok with a grin. “not me. wait– will you carry me?” his eyebrows raise, smile turning teasing. “are you a prince? wait, isn’t that my job?” he lets out an exaggerate gasp, lightly smacking the other as he erupts out into giggles. he’s giggling. he’s going to sleep like a baby once his head hits the pillow, he’s sure.
dropping his head back down, he lets out another tiny yawn, humming. “you don’t have to carry me, hoseok-ah.” he murmurs quietly. “i’m wiiiide awake. promise.” his eyes are closed, but his smile is wide on his face.
reaching for woohyun’s hand, he gives it a few light pats, grinning to himself as he shakes his head. "i’ll promise but there’s no finish line. what finish line? i don’t see one,” hoseok chuckles, head leaning more as he tries to suppress a yawn, finding it hard to resist when the other yawns. “foam cloud pillows? do they look like clouds?”
he tries to think about it, whether he’s heard of it or not or if maybe he’s taking the words a bit too literally. he knows of foam pillows. maybe it’s as soft as clouds and that’s why. that matches what they were talking about, right? his drowsiness makes him more prone to the confusion and he looks to woohyun when he’s looked at. “yes, i will! if a knight must,” he wiggles his brows, having not said that to someone in person for a while. it’s a bittersweet thought but he can’t stop laughing, woohyun’s giggling contagious. “no, no, not a prince. a knight though, a knight serves all royalty, right?”
thinking about it, maybe that makes him more fond of woohyun after the stage name had been given. “are you sure? wiiiide awake?” lifting a hand to poke at woohyun’s cheek, he snickers, poking the corner of woohyun’s mouth this time. “our royal hyung has become sleeping beauty.”