Tomorrow You Can be Mad
~MyungJin~
MJ rolls his eyes and huffs as he pulls off his shirt. “I can’t believe you sometimes.” His honey colored skin disappears under a soft pajama shirt and Jin Jin rolls his eyes right back.
If MJ actually had been mad he wouldn’t be anywhere near Jin Jin, so he isn’t too worried about their little spat from earlier.
“Look, I get it. You’re mad. I’m exhausted and ready to go to bed, could you hurry up?” Jin Jin snuggles under the thick comforter, hands smoothing it over his bare chest. A heavy weight sags on Jin Jin’s energy, eyelids slowly drifting shut as MJ finished his bedtime routine.
Jin Jin doesn’t notice when the light flips off, bathing the room on the other side of his eyelids in a comfortable black. He does notice when the bed shifts. He especially notices when MJ whines again, tugging at the blanket wrapped around Jin Jin’s body.
“Can’t you ever put on some clothes?” MJ hisses, shoving his feet into Jin Jin's exposed side and pushing with all his might, blanket trapped in his vice like grip. “I want some of the blanket, move over.”
Jin Jin groans when he starts to roll, MJ’s feet freezing against his skin. “You have no problem 90% of the time how I sleep. Can’t you get over it for one night?” MJ doesn’t respond so Jin Jin finally opens his eyes and sits up to survey the blanket situation. Once his eyes adjust, Jin Jin is clearly able to see a large lump of blanket and an MJ-size space right next to him. At the very edge of the MJ-sized space is MJ, with more that half of his body hanging awkwardly off the bed.
MJ makes eye contact with Jin Jin momentarily, before his eyes stray to the other end of the room. “No. We’re fighting and I don’t want to be near you, so give me some of the blanket.” He grunts, jerking the blanket with each syllable. Frustration bubbles through Jin Jin and he blindly tugs on the blanket, rolling MJ fully onto the bed.
“There. You have your blanket. Now quit being a baby and go to bed, please.”
It goes quiet and Jin Jin sighs, thinking he’s finally won.
That is, until something squishy and soft starts pressing into his back. At first it’s gentle and easy to ignore, then in true MJ fashion, escalates until Jin Jin’s entire body is shaking with the force of the shoves.
Jin Jin flips over, coming face to face with a pillow. Which then gets forcefully shoved into his face. Jin Jin jerks in surprise and shoves the pillow back. MJ peeks over the top of the pillow with wide eyes. “You’re supposed to be facing the other direction.” He whispers, motioning to the lower half of Jin Jin’s body. What he had assumed to be one pillow was apparently all four of MJ’s pillows, creating a lumpy wall between them.
If Jin Jin wasn’t currently drowning in exhaustion, he might have thought that the way MJ gently fluffed the wall of pillows was cute, especially with MJ’s soft bangs shielding his eyes in chunky streaks framing the lower half of his face that was squished into a pout, bottom lip sticking out with one cheek pressing into the bed.
But Jin Jin is that tired. So he rolls over and shuts his eyes, “there. Now we’re fully separated. Can we go to sleep now?” MJ makes a noise of contentment and Jin Jin finally lets himself sink below the waves of sleep, brain relaxing and shutting down immediately.
Jin Jin wakes up far sooner than he should have. He knows this from the way the room is still dark, and the dorm is eerily silent.
He sits for a moment, listening to MJ’s breathing while trying to figure out why he is awake. A deep breath in, a slow breath out.
Unwilling to move to check his phone, he decides it’s best to go back to sleep. Then, he feels what had woken him up.
A small hand, sneaking through the rumpled barrier to gently grab Jin Jin’s forearm.
When Jin Jin shifts and wraps his hand around the small hand, MJ squeaks, trying to pull his hand back to “his side” of the pillow divider. Jin Jin giggles into the dark, bringing MJ’s hand to his mouth and pressing a soft kiss to the backside. “Still want the pillows there?”
“I can’t sleep.” MJ whispers back, blanket rustling as he kicks his legs miserably.
“Then come here, dummy.” MJ makes a noise of protest but Jin Jin is already tossing the first pillow onto the floor. MJ quickly helps move the last three. Jin Jin tugs MJ into his arms by the hand and smiles to himself when MJ automatically buries his face into Jin Jin’s neck, feet weaving between his legs.
“I’m supposed to be mad at you.”
“You can be mad at me tomorrow. Right now you need sleep.”
