a night’s rest ( with @lunetides )
wooju can’t sleep. it’s hard to sleep during nights like these when his eyes shift uncomfortably under his lids whenever he attempts to close them. he’s stirring in bed despite the fact that hiraeth have a schedule the next day and he know this is going to kill him — that his inability to sleep is a bad idea.
it’s an idea he falls victim to nonetheless. what should’ve been ten minutes of stirring turns into thirty and then an hour, and then two. “shit,” he sighs, giving up. he’ll probably never fall asleep at this rate.
he finally decides to get off of his bed, and grabs his bottle of medication. enough hours have passed anyway, and wooju simply thought he’d be asleep by now. he tiptoes to the kitchen, careful not to wake anyone up in this dead of night.
he grabs a glass of water, fills it up, and then takes his medication. his brows furrow, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts that keep him awake. he wishes it would quiet down, even if just for a moment, so that he can finally remember what peace is like.
it doesn’t though, hasn’t for years.
when he’s done, he takes the cup and walks towards the living room, sitting there in silence as he fiddles with the bottle in his hand.
wooju would like a distraction, a good distraction, whatever it may be. typically he’d bother his hyungs, tease his members a little regardless of what they’re doing. but it’s crazy late into the night, and wooju doesn’t want to wake them from their sleep ( what a good maknae! ). “ah,” he sighs, “i’m so tired.”
