Very short excerpt from this fic i am writing
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From Doyoung’s bedside table, the clock reads 2:13 am.
He has a chapter quiz tomorrow, and lab class so he should really be sleeping. Yet here he is. staring at the popcorn ceiling that he absolutely hates, lying in his way too thin mattress, in this cheap ass bedroom that can pass as a closet.
He looks at the bottom of his bedroom door, where a faint light is peeking through. He knows Johnny is outside, probably overworking himself again (he’s always overworking himself and sometimes he has to drag Johnny to sleep or else he’ll go to class like a zombie and then he won’t absorb any of the material which will make him overwork himself more and it’s just a whole cycle Doyoung hates seeing Johnny in). Johnny always seems to agree instantaneously though when Doyoung lets him sleep on his bed with him. He thinks it's because his room is closer and Johnny is way too tired to walk the extra 5 steps or so.
He kicks off the blanket. Puts on his fluffy pair of slippers with bunnies on it Johnny brought home for him because apparently, it looked like him.
“Johns, it’s already 2 am, head back to bed.”
“Just, like, 30 more slides, and I’ll be done,” his roommate says without even sparing him a glance.
“With that lesson. But once that’s done and I’m back to sleep, you’ll start another one,” Doyoung eyes the scattered textbooks and empty mugs and the pot of coffee on the kitchen counter that’s still half full. And he knows how fucking strong Johnny brews his own. “Bed, now.”
Johnny just types away in his laptop, barely spares him a glance.
“You can sleep in my bed.”
Johnny instantly stops typing, looks at Doyoung, gives him his smile, the one reserved for when Doyoung gets what he wants without him having to say it, and starts cleaning the table. Doyoung only gives a small laugh.
Johnny goes back to the kitchen as Doyoung waits in the living room. Turbo is awake on his terrarium slowly gliding across the wooden branch Doyoung brought him home that one time. From beside him, Johnny appears with a cucumber slice.
“I saved it for him from my salad earlier. I wanted to give it to him while he’s awake.”
Johnny gently puts it down on his little plate while Doyoung places Turbo near it.
“I’m okay with Turbo now, but I will still not be able to get over the slime,” Doyoung says as he wipes his hand off a paper towel.
“Just okay and yet you brought him home a nice branch. I imagine you’ll give him his own garden once you love him?”
“Oh Seo, shut u-- oh look at him and his little eyes drooping! He really loves cucumbers, John!” Doyoung says (Johnny later argues that it's more of a coo, to which Doyoung denies).
“‘I’m okay with Turbo’ my ass, just admit you love him.”
“Fine, I do. Now, shut up and haul your ass to bed.”
“Hah! I’m gonna tell Jeno who will tell Donghyuck you said that!”
Doyoung rolls his eyes in return (he’s also smiling very very fondly but that’s between him and God now, well, at least he hopes it is and that Johnny didn’t see).
Doyoung slips in the bed first, then Johnny, like they always do during nights like this. Then, like clockwork, Johnny pulls up the blanket for the both of them. Johnny will turn his back on Doyoung and Doyoung will start patting his head until he finally falls asleep. This time, however, Johnny faces Doyoung, looks him directly in the eye. Suddenly, Doyoung is very well aware of how small his bed is.
“Is there something wrong?” Doyoung whispers in the quiet of the room. He is only a little bit worried.
Johnny lets a beat of silence pass before he answers.
“Thank you Dons.” A whisper. Somehow, even the softest of noise seems loud in the still night.
“Johnny, we’ve talked about this, it’s fine. And you were right, snails are easy to take care of an--”
“Not just for Turbo. For, you know, all this.”
There is a thought that flashes very quickly in Doyoung’s brain, gone just as quick as it came, but long enough that it leaves him flustered. It’s the lack of sleep, he reasons with himself and only smiles back at Johnny. He doesn’t trust his mouth enough to say anything logical at this point.
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