soft sheets | 09
soft sheets is a series based off of the prompts on this post. thank you for the inspiration also to my loved friend, karol.
“you are very endearing when you are half-asleep.” | park jinyoung (got7)
he was up by the writing desk, working on something, his back hunched over, the light faint over his figure. it was way past midnight, far gone into the night and into his work. he had this habit of creating whenever the inspiration came - be it at 3am or on a plane to the other side of the world. he said that’s when his lyrics were the most truthful.
it wasn’t the noise he made while writing or humming melodies that woke her up. neither was the light from the lamp on top of the desk that leaked through his head. it was the coldness from the other side of the sheets, the emptiness underneath her head even if it was propped over the pillows. so she got out of bed, while tugging his shirt down to cover at least her bum and rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she took the path she knew by heart towards him.
he didn’t notice the shift in the bedsheets from her crawling figure, he didn’t hear her cold quiet feet against the wooden floor or her yawn. he only realized her presence once she pulled his rolling chair away from the desk, enticing a muffled gasp from him. he was already to fight whoever stopped him in the middle of his work and, on top of that, almost gave him a heart attack, but it all dies down at the tip of his tongue once he sees who’s up.
there she was, sitting on his lap, sideways, her legs hanging off the edge. “come to bed. right now.” she says and her voice is quiet and hoarse from sleepiness, her hair is a whole mess and a half, her eyes are halfway closed already and her lips pursed and pink. “please, please, baby. you need to sleep. and that bed is very big and very lonely without you.”
and he can’t contain himself. half laughing at her childish choice of words, at her small crooked voice and at the way her fingers dance along his collarbones, trying to convince him to leave it all until the morning. he knew he was going to give up the second he noticed she was up.
getting up from the chair with her in his arms, with her squirms and squeals almost faint from the speed of his movements and strong hold, he says: “you’re very endearing, and convincing, when you’re half asleep.”
