— “Come on, Sehun. Pick the damn thing up.” Jongin growled under his breath as the call went to voicemail for the 30th (300th?) time in the past hour. Jongin would be furious, but he knew the other male all to well to think he’d be ignoring him on purpose. A fist rose up and banged on the door in front of the silhouette. When Sehun didn’t answer the 3rd call, Jongin was getting annoyed, but when he didn’t answer the 10th time, the male was already on his way to the musician’s home.
There was still no reply from the other, not a single sign of life inside, not even the faint sound of music could be heard. It was as if Sehun wasn’t there. But Jongin was positive he would find him inside, sitting at the piano, he just knew it. Fishing out a pin from his pocket, Jongin set down the cup of coffee on the ground and attempted to unlock the door. He’d recently learned that Sehun loved coffee as much as he did and given Sehun was probably working on a new piece again, he would need all the caffeine he could get. Plus it might get him off the hook for breaking into Sehun’s home.
Well what if he was dead or something? Who would know if nobody checked?
The man entered his dear friend’s dwelling and headed straight towards the room he’d remembered the piano was in. There were still no sounds or even hints that the other was here, only eerie silence was present disrupted by the occasional creaks when Jongin’s weighed down the lose floorboards. It was early enough for Jongin to still bother Sehun, but late enough for the sky to turn into a black night. It all reminded him of a horror film, sending shivers down his spine. He grasped the cup a bit tighter.
Peering into the room, his lips pulled into a tiny smile, an inaudible chuckle sounding somewhere deep inside of him. There the boy was, sitting at the piano, just like Jongin expected. He was not composing a new song though, his head was hung dangerously low, body rocking back and forth just slightly, barely unnoticeable to the human eye. The boy was sleeping, his lips pulled together slightly, with a few hums slipping out here and there.
Jongin set the cup down on the table and without much efforts, scooped the lean boy up into his arms, carrying him over the the bed. He lay him onto the bed and pulled the blankets over him, settling down onto the spot next to him. Jongin ran his fingers through the other’s soft locks, adoring the way he looked so peaceful while sleeping, a stark contrast to how he was with Jongin when actually awake.
— “I’m going to make sure you get at least 24 hours of sleep.” he spoke in a hushed tone so to not wake Sehun up. “And you better thank me for this later. Tsk. I wanted to hang out, but it looks like I’ll be babysitting.”
Although Jongin’s attempts at letting the boy sleep would surely have been taken into consideration if only Sehun knew, the musician just so happened to be a light sleeper - being moved and carried around had him slowly opening his eyes, lazily blinking sleep away. Sehun often questions why he even owns a bed - rarely does he ever use it, and mostly it’s more of a sulking place rather than a sleeping one. With an hectic sleeping schedule, Sehun either doesn’t sleep at all, or ends up crashing wherever - most often his couch or even by the piano, like that one day.
Nevertheless, at the moment, his first wonder was how come he woke up in his bed when he surely couldn’t remember going to sleep in the first place, yet the sight of a specific other person in the room was enough to explain it to him.
—Or partially explain, at least.
"Jongin—?" Sehun’s voice was hushed and rather raspy from the nap, clearing his throat softly as one hand moved to rub his left eye slightly. His gaze remained on his friend with a rather questioning look, brows furrowed as he momentarily tried to remember when did he ever give Jongin a key to his apartment.
Pushing himself up on his elbows, Sehun came to a mental conclusion that no, he never gave Jongin the keys to his apartment, and the whole situation was turning a little too questionable once more.
(He did not, however, fail to acknowledge the kind act of his friend - he was surprised, but positively so.)
"What are you even doing.." He mumbled, voice trailing off into a yawn as the about forty minutes he dozed off surely had not been enough.
Now he just hoped Jongin would have a better explanation than ‘I broke into your house’, because then Sehun would really throw him a judging gaze.
