#wrote this v fast and didnt edit so if u see any mistakes. no u didnt

[luxaofhesperides]

been thinking abt the inherent intimacy of waking up with someone and wrote a little joongdok drabble abt it...

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Kim Dokja wakes up before the alarm for once. He blinks the last of the sleep away, feeling strangely rested. He’s gotten so used to always being tired and feeling like his body is made of stone when he wakes up that not being tired is strange. He almost doesn’t like it because he’s not used to it.

This is surely the result of Yoo Joonghyuk trapping him in the bed each night before it even hits midnight and refusing to get his absurdly heavy body off of him. So Kim Dokja has to stay, crushed beneath him, until he falls asleep because he can’t get anything to read like that and the sound of Yoo Joonghyuk’s slow, even breaths always lulls him to sleep before he can slip away.

It’s not… bad. He is definitely not complaining. It’s just that this is so different from how he’s lived for years, always tired and hungry and barely living. Forever cold. Alone.

The room is still dark, just beginning to lighten as the sun slowly rises from where it’s been hidden beneath the horizon. Everything is still and silent, as if the world has been muffled and submerged under water. 

Besides him, Yoo Joonghyuk shifts, slinging a sleep-heavy arm across Kim Dokja’s stomach. He lets out a quiet sigh and continues sleeping, and Kim Dokja can’t help the bubble of warmth welling up inside him, making him melt into a puddle of soft affection.

That’s another thing that’s changed: sleeping with Yoo Joonghyuk. Before him, Kim Dokja had never known the comfort of another’s touch, of the feeling of safety when wrapped up in someone’s arms beneath the covers, of how the rest of the world couldn’t touch them there. But now he did. He doesn’t want to go back to a life without this. 

He really does live only for Yoo Joonghyuk. First his story, and now for him.

To think that he could have this. It makes Kim Dokja want to cry, choking on everything he feels because it’s so much that he’d never be able to verbalize it without sounding insane. 

The alarm won’t go off for another hour. He could leave. He could get something to eat, or go to the bathroom, or grab a book to pass time until Yoo Joonghyuk wakes up. 

Kim Dokja doesn’t move. 

He turns onto his side, shifting closer to Yoo Joonghyuk to get rid of the little space between them. Pressed up against him, feeling his warmth seep into him, Kim Dokja lets out a little sigh, content beyond imagination. All he can hear is Yoo Joonghyuk’s slow breaths and all he can feel in the comforting weight of his arm on his waist. 

Any other day, this would make Kim Dokja fall asleep, but just for today, it keeps him awake, marveling at the fact that he can have this, can have Yoo Joonghyuk soft and vulnerable in sleep, sleeping deeply and easily without any nightmares. Can have his tight embrace and his heavy weight on top of him. Can have a space in the world carved out just for the two of them. 

Kim Dokja can’t help the smile that graces his face; a soft, genuine thing that he’d never show anyone else.

Gently, he reaches out and lightly drags his fingertips down Yoo Joonghyuk’s jawline, then cups his cheek. His heart is so full it’s bursting. 

He stays there, just watching Yoo Joonghyuk sleep, memorizing this moment to hold close to his chest for the rest of his life. He’s never seen Yoo Joonghyuk so serene and still, without a furrow in his brow or a scowl on the edge of his lips. 

Yoo Joonghyuk lets out a deeper breath, almost a smile, and leans into Kim Dokja’s touch. 

He can’t help it, he has to kiss Yoo Joonghyuk’s forehead, his nose, his cheek, the corner of his lips. How can he not, after seeing that?

It’s enough to rouse Yoo Joonghyuk, who doesn’t snap awake immediately as he would have years ago. No, he wakes slowly, beautifully, slowly blinking his eyes open and looking at Kim Dokja with such fondness in his gaze that it makes him blush. 

“What are you doing awake?” he asks, voice still low and rough with sleep. 

“Nothing,” Kim Dokja answers honestly, “Just looking at you.”

“Why?”

“Because I can’t believe you’re here with me. That you chose to stay.”

Yoo Joonghyuk rolls them over, pulling Kim Dokja on top of him. He wraps his arms around Kim Dokja, one hand idly stoking up and down his back. Kim Dokja props his chin up on his hands, looking at Yoo Joonghyuk with a small smile.

“Where you are is where I’ll be. Always.”

“I know. I know you’ll always find me.”

“Good.” Yoo Joonghyuk tilts his chin up just slightly and Kim Dokja immediately dips his head to kiss him. “Are you hungry?” he asks when they pull away, voice barely louder than a whisper, as though he didn’t want to disturb the quiet of the rest of the world. 

“Not really. Can we just stay like this a little longer?”

“Of course.” 

“Oh, and Joonghyuk-ah?”

“Hm?”

Kim Dokja smiles, bringing his hand back to Yoo Joonghyuk’s check to brush his thumb across his cheekbone gently. “Good morning.”

Somehow, impossibly, Yoo Joonghyuk’s expression softens even more. He turns his head to press a kiss against Kim Dokja’s palm. 

“Good morning.”

#orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #joongdok #kim dokja #yoo joonghyuk #orv fic #my writing #fic #hi i love them and i want them to be soft #wrote this v fast and didnt edit so if u see any mistakes. no u didnt