— human canvas.
@wonjaeyh
friends? siwoo has some of them. not many but enough to tide him through the days he didn’t want to be alone, which thankfully does not happen very often — he does enjoy solitude a little too much, after all. strangely, things started changing when he befriended a certain someone and he found himself starting to crave his presence instead. nights alone in own his bed felt lonelier and even a little colder, with the absence of the other’s arms wrapped around him as he floats away to dreamland.
thankfully, tonight wasn’t one of those nights. tonight, he was where he wanted to be, curled up in wonjae’s bed, with his head resting comfortably on his chest. a soothing silence fills the air as soft rock plays from wonjae’s speakers, their heaving breaths the only sounds layered above the music. it felt nice, so nice, to just lay here in bed with one of his favourite people.
he’s not sure if it’s wonjae’s bed that felt a little cozier than his own, or the presence of another by his side, someone for him to wrap his arms around when he felt a little chilly at night, or if it’s just because of who he was with. sometimes he finds himself wondering, since when did they get this close? close enough to sleep in each other’s beds, with no sight of their shirts on when morning came around. he doesn’t remember when the interlocked fingers and cuddles started happening either but well, he isn’t complaining, no, not at all.
wonjae is trouble, they said. but when did siwoo ever listen to what people said anyway? he might agree that the younger is a little... recalcitrant but maybe that’s what he likes about him, the notion of just doing whatever he wants and simply not giving a fuck. it was kind of attracti— admirable. admirable, yes. that’s something he always looks for in his friends and wonjae was no different... right?
siwoo lifts his head from wonjae’s chest to peer over at his face. “are you asleep?” he whispers, scooting a little closer for a better look. “I can’t sleep.” he announces with a meek yawn. he can, if anything, he’s a little tired tonight but he’d just rather not, he wants to spend time with wonjae, even if it meant staying up all through the night. “I feel like painting.” he adds, sitting up on the bed to look around wonjae’s room. “you don’t happen to have paper around here, do you?”
