𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺; renjun x dream

𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

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Renjun shifted in his sleep, fingers clasping and loosening around his pillow as his furrowed brows clarified his nightmare. The sheets twisted and wound around his bare legs, shorts and t-shirt feeling restrictive as he gasped feverishly.

The only thing to break him from his fears was a clammy hand resting against his thigh. It wasn't suggestive by nature, merely an easy way to snap someone out of it.  

"Shit!" He hissed, sitting up suddenly and heaving in deep breaths of air. The darkness of his bedroom made his eyes hurt somehow, and the open window to the side caused the lazily drawn curtain to billow just a little. As his breathing regulated, he glanced back towards the space he didn't sleep on and found a familiar boy. "Jisung? You scared me..." he sighed, flopping back and clutching his chest.

"You had a nightmare too," the younger murmured silently into the peaceful air. "I was sleepwalking again...I thought someone was chasing me."

"You're okay."

"Mhm, I know that now," the teen yawned and lay to rest beside him. "You've been jittery ever since you and Mark got back. Will you tell me why?"

Renjun swallowed harshly and twirled a lock of his sweat-soaked fringe between his fingers. "It's nothing. Well, more-so, I can't tell you."

"I wish you could," Jisung whispered and scooted in closer, bumping their noses together and smiling faintly. "If I could stop your nightmares like you stop mine, I'd stay up all night for you."

"Ji," the older cooed lightly and tried not to let the hammering of his heart get the best of him. They had bonded over the past months from these interactions alone. About three or four nights a week the Korean would dazedly wander into his bedroom and crawl in beside him, half unconscious, half aware. They would chat when he'd come to, and together they had crazy conversations amidst chilled ones.

"If you're tired, you should get some sleep—"

"Do you ever think they'll stop?" He interrupted the boy, blushing lightly when he realised he had. "Uh, I mean the night terrors. You've been plagued with them for so long...Isn't it natural to grow out of them? Or mostly."

"That's what everyone told me when I was about twelve. They said the sleepwalking would ease off and maybe my wandering hands would die off as well with morals and age. So far, I still have both and I'm nearly eighteen."

"Such a baby. Go back to school."

"Can't. I've been expelled too many times. I'm employed as a full-time sugar baby here," he winked playfully, though it wasn't a joke. He was spoiled a lot by the members who were paid, but genuinely struggled to look for jobs when he kept stealing by accident.