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[team four] sleep deprived
First words from Care~
I got confused, then less confused, and so here I am I guess :D I blame Reeza for all the feelings.
“Who’s the cuddle monster now?” whispers loudly from one Jeonguk Jung with a shit-eating grin as he walks by their carrel. On a better day, Yoongi might have the energy to reach out and strangle Jeongguk and his smug smile.
It’s payback, and Yoongi knows it, from all the times he’d tease or point out how Jeongguk seems to cling to specific people. It’s cute, mostly because Jeongguk seems petrified that someone will find out his ‘skinship’ isn’t just passive in physical affections.
There is a right place and a right time. Usually, Yoongi can empathize with him on that, and Jeongguk isn’t a brat about it. Or, Jeongguk is a brat about it, and Yoongi has the patience to deal with it. Today is not one of those days.
On a different day, there wouldn’t have been a fire in the house next to his apartment at three in the morning that woke Yoongi up an hour after he’d gotten home. On a better day, Yoongi might not let that comment get to him from where he’s half curled up under a pile of theory books and composition notebooks, a warm body pressed against his side.
A better day would mean there would be no Jeongguk, Yoongi wouldn’t be in the library at all, sleep deprived and surviving on coffees that Seokjin brings him. A better day would have all the books stacked on the table before them piled on the table in Yoongi’s apartment, left for the moment as he gets a chance to lie down and rest, warm and content.
“Be quiet in the library,” mutters from beside him, soft with the gentle edge of scolding that has Yoongi’s mouth twitching as Jeongguk’s nose scrunches slightly. A soft ‘shh’ emits just by his ear, and Yoongi grins as Jeongguk rolls his eyes, looking exasperated.
“He’s just jealous,” muses beside Yoongi as Jeongguk slinks back between the stacks with one last look to in their direction. “Probably wishes he were a graduate student who could monopolize these spaces.”
“I don’t think Jeongguk wants to be a grad student,” Yoongi sighs, pushing the heel of his palms into his eyes, trying to push the sleepy itch from them. It’s been weeks since he had a full nights sleep. Probably months.
Too long.
“Too expensive?” Seokjin asks. The soft tapping of his fingers constantly moving over his laptop is one of the only sounds in this corner of the library.
“Nah, your complaining would set anyone off,” Yoongi teases, grinning as he drops his hands and the typing stops. When he opens his eyes, Seokjin swims into focus, half pouting at him behind his spectacles. “I’m kidding, you princess.”
“I don’t complain,” Seokjin protests, keeping his voice down as a small tour group wanders past them. “I just tell it how it is.”
“Yeah, and Jeongguk doesn’t sleep in Jimin’s bed when he ‘crashes’ on their floor,” Yoongi scoffs.
“I thought he shared with Taehyung?” Seokjin frowns, turning back to his computer. A small frown-line creases between his brows from too much work, and even just looking at him makes Yoongi more tired than he already is.
“Hardy,” Yoongi half grins, gaze lingering on Seokjin for one more moment before he turns back to the tasks at hand.
Life is draining, most of all for those in their level of study. Any time Yoongi isn’t in the practice rooms or the studios, he’s out doing field research, conducting interviews and hunting down new information before dragging himself back to do course work and go to classes. All of that on top of his normal work schedule, which was never that forgiving to begin with.
It makes every day more draining than the last, and weekends are as much of a blessing as they are a disappointment that he can’t just sleep through them like he once did.
“Take a break,” Seokjin tells him, barely even looking up from his computer as Yoongi yawns again, grimacing at the stale taste in his mouth from his fourth? fifth coffee of the day?
“Can’t. Research,” Yoongi half smiles as he reaches for his notebooks from the field again. Seokjin pauses in his typing to frown at it, before his eyes rise to meet Yoongi’s and he sighs, admitting defeat. “I’m fine. Make sure I don’t sleep.”
“I can’t make any promises,” Seokjin hums gently as Yoongi settles back against his side, pen in hand and book open to his last interview. “You’re always cute when you sleep.”
“And not finishing assignments,” Yoongi points out, even as the soft warmth that follows Seokjin’s comment is welcome down here in the stacks.
The basement of the library in the winter is always chilly. It makes a great excuse to down excessive hot coffee, or curl up against Seokjin’s side, muttering into his scarf he’s ‘utilizing his ridiculous furnace capabilities’ as he wedges his socked feet under Seokjin’s thighs. It’s that same warmth, curling around Yoongi when Seokjin moves from working on his computer to reading, one arm holding the book in his lap and the other usually plucking at Yoongi’s shirt absently, slung over his shoulders in a warm reassuring weight.
All of those weeks, those months where sleep was sacrificed for more hours of work, trying to catch up after hitting the ground running, begin to pile up. When exactly Yoongi dozes off on the small cramped couch in their carrel, he’s not sure. All he knows is that Seokjin’s finished his reports as instead of the soft tacking of keys on a computer, there’s just the gentle absent brush of fingers through his hair, brushing it back from his face.
It can’t have been too long, because it’s already late and the library does close, but it’s been long enough that Yoongi isn’t sitting any longer. Usually, neither of them like to do much where wandering eyes can catch, the most being holding hands or sitting together during study sessions (like today). Moments like now when Yoongi has sunk during sleep until his head had pillowed against Seokjin’s thighs are rare and often reserved.
“How long?” Yoongi asks, voice thick with sleep that he so badly wants to go back to, looking up with heavy eyes as Seokjin reads. There are dark circles under his eyes, and the hand in his hair pauses, thumb grazing over his brow gently.
“Only an hour,” Seokjin tells him, sighing once before he lowers his book. “You needed it, though.”
“I needed to finish my-“
“Shut up, and let me take care of you,” Seokjin almost huffs, though it sounds fond around the exhaustion in his voice. “Plus, you let me doze off on you all the time.”
“You pout in your sleep,” Yoongi reminds him, grinning when Seokjin’s nose scrunches up in response. “It’s cute. And you’re grumpy when you’re tired.”
“Like now,” Seokjin sighs, finally pulling his glasses off. They need to do more work, and Yoongi already knows that going home now will just mean hours up cramming reading in before bed. It’s been ages since he could just go to bed without falling asleep while working.
It’s been even longer since Seokjin and he could have a night just to do something that wasn’t cut short by studying or work. Just a night for them.
Maybe that’s why he’s finding himself less careful today, slipping closer earlier as Jeongguk spotted them, and turning now to groan and bury his face into Seokjin’s stomach. On one hand, it’s nice to be kind of dating another grad student going through the same schedule nightmare as he is, who understands. On the other hand, it means they both don’t have time for each other, and it’s hard.
“Stay,” Yoongi says before he can second guess himself, voice muffled in Seokjin’s sweater.
“I’m sorry, you need to get your face out of my lambswool before I can hear you properly,” Seokjin tells him, voice tired and edged.
Rolling back into Seokjin’s lap and looking up at him, Yoongi’s decision is made for him when he catches he tired lines along his face. “Stay over tonight.”
“I-“
“Sleeping,” Yoongi clarifies, and smiles a bit at the soft pink that spreads over Seokjin’s face. “We’re both too beat to-“
“Okay,” Seokjin answers, cutting Yoongi off before he can explain, elaborate beyond in public where people may hear. “Get off, I need to pack up.”
It’s been weeks, probably months, since Yoongi was able to go to bed without a book in his hands or papers to scatter when his brain shut down. As much as he knows it’ll make more to catch up on later, he can’t bring himself to regret it when the empty spaces in his bed and filled up, warmth seeping into his skin and settling around comfortably.
It’s not often that they get to spend time like this, away from studying or meeting between for small pockets. There’s a part of Yoongi that wishes he could savor this, take the time to trace Seokjin with his fingertips, eyes, and lips, map him out carefully to remind himself of every detail. It’ll have to wait though, as barely after settling into the Yoongi’s slightly cramped bed, sleep drags them under in warm breaths and the feeling of being together.
~
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I got confused, then less confused, and so here I am I guess :D I blame Reeza for all the feelings.
“Who’s the cuddle monster now?” whispers loudly from one Jeonguk Jung with a shit-eating grin as he walks by their carrel. On a better day, Yoongi might have the energy to reach out and strangle Jeongguk and his smug smile.
It’s payback, and Yoongi knows it, from all the times he’d tease or point out how Jeongguk seems to cling to specific people. It’s cute, mostly because Jeongguk seems petrified that someone will find out his ‘skinship’ isn’t just passive in physical affections.
There is a right place and a right time. Usually, Yoongi can empathize with him on that, and Jeongguk isn’t a brat about it. Or, Jeongguk is a brat about it, and Yoongi has the patience to deal with it. Today is not one of those days.
On a different day, there wouldn’t have been a fire in the house next to his apartment at three in the morning that woke Yoongi up an hour after he’d gotten home. On a better day, Yoongi might not let that comment get to him from where he’s half curled up under a pile of theory books and composition notebooks, a warm body pressed against his side.
A better day would mean there would be no Jeongguk, Yoongi wouldn’t be in the library at all, sleep deprived and surviving on coffees that Seokjin brings him. A better day would have all the books stacked on the table before them piled on the table in Yoongi’s apartment, left for the moment as he gets a chance to lie down and rest, warm and content.
“Be quiet in the library,” mutters from beside him, soft with the gentle edge of scolding that has Yoongi’s mouth twitching as Jeongguk’s nose scrunches slightly. A soft ‘shh’ emits just by his ear, and Yoongi grins as Jeongguk rolls his eyes, looking exasperated.
“He’s just jealous,” muses beside Yoongi as Jeongguk slinks back between the stacks with one last look to in their direction. “Probably wishes he were a graduate student who could monopolize these spaces.”
“I don’t think Jeongguk wants to be a grad student,” Yoongi sighs, pushing the heel of his palms into his eyes, trying to push the sleepy itch from them. It’s been weeks since he had a full nights sleep. Probably months.
Too long.
“Too expensive?” Seokjin asks. The soft tapping of his fingers constantly moving over his laptop is one of the only sounds in this corner of the library.
“Nah, your complaining would set anyone off,” Yoongi teases, grinning as he drops his hands and the typing stops. When he opens his eyes, Seokjin swims into focus, half pouting at him behind his spectacles. “I’m kidding, you princess.”
“I don’t complain,” Seokjin protests, keeping his voice down as a small tour group wanders past them. “I just tell it how it is.”
“Yeah, and Jeongguk doesn’t sleep in Jimin’s bed when he ‘crashes’ on their floor,” Yoongi scoffs.
“I thought he shared with Taehyung?” Seokjin frowns, turning back to his computer. A small frown-line creases between his brows from too much work, and even just looking at him makes Yoongi more tired than he already is.
“Hardy,” Yoongi half grins, gaze lingering on Seokjin for one more moment before he turns back to the tasks at hand.
Life is draining, most of all for those in their level of study. Any time Yoongi isn’t in the practice rooms or the studios, he’s out doing field research, conducting interviews and hunting down new information before dragging himself back to do course work and go to classes. All of that on top of his normal work schedule, which was never that forgiving to begin with.
It makes every day more draining than the last, and weekends are as much of a blessing as they are a disappointment that he can’t just sleep through them like he once did.
“Take a break,” Seokjin tells him, barely even looking up from his computer as Yoongi yawns again, grimacing at the stale taste in his mouth from his fourth? fifth coffee of the day?
“Can’t. Research,” Yoongi half smiles as he reaches for his notebooks from the field again. Seokjin pauses in his typing to frown at it, before his eyes rise to meet Yoongi’s and he sighs, admitting defeat. “I’m fine. Make sure I don’t sleep.”
“I can’t make any promises,” Seokjin hums gently as Yoongi settles back against his side, pen in hand and book open to his last interview. “You’re always cute when you sleep.”
“And not finishing assignments,” Yoongi points out, even as the soft warmth that follows Seokjin’s comment is welcome down here in the stacks.
The basement of the library in the winter is always chilly. It makes a great excuse to down excessive hot coffee, or curl up against Seokjin’s side, muttering into his scarf he’s ‘utilizing his ridiculous furnace capabilities’ as he wedges his socked feet under Seokjin’s thighs. It’s that same warmth, curling around Yoongi when Seokjin moves from working on his computer to reading, one arm holding the book in his lap and the other usually plucking at Yoongi’s shirt absently, slung over his shoulders in a warm reassuring weight.
All of those weeks, those months where sleep was sacrificed for more hours of work, trying to catch up after hitting the ground running, begin to pile up. When exactly Yoongi dozes off on the small cramped couch in their carrel, he’s not sure. All he knows is that Seokjin’s finished his reports as instead of the soft tacking of keys on a computer, there’s just the gentle absent brush of fingers through his hair, brushing it back from his face.
It can’t have been too long, because it’s already late and the library does close, but it’s been long enough that Yoongi isn’t sitting any longer. Usually, neither of them like to do much where wandering eyes can catch, the most being holding hands or sitting together during study sessions (like today). Moments like now when Yoongi has sunk during sleep until his head had pillowed against Seokjin’s thighs are rare and often reserved.
“How long?” Yoongi asks, voice thick with sleep that he so badly wants to go back to, looking up with heavy eyes as Seokjin reads. There are dark circles under his eyes, and the hand in his hair pauses, thumb grazing over his brow gently.
“Only an hour,” Seokjin tells him, sighing once before he lowers his book. “You needed it, though.”
“I needed to finish my-“
“Shut up, and let me take care of you,” Seokjin almost huffs, though it sounds fond around the exhaustion in his voice. “Plus, you let me doze off on you all the time.”
“You pout in your sleep,” Yoongi reminds him, grinning when Seokjin’s nose scrunches up in response. “It’s cute. And you’re grumpy when you’re tired.”
“Like now,” Seokjin sighs, finally pulling his glasses off. They need to do more work, and Yoongi already knows that going home now will just mean hours up cramming reading in before bed. It’s been ages since he could just go to bed without falling asleep while working.
It’s been even longer since Seokjin and he could have a night just to do something that wasn’t cut short by studying or work. Just a night for them.
Maybe that’s why he’s finding himself less careful today, slipping closer earlier as Jeongguk spotted them, and turning now to groan and bury his face into Seokjin’s stomach. On one hand, it’s nice to be kind of dating another grad student going through the same schedule nightmare as he is, who understands. On the other hand, it means they both don’t have time for each other, and it’s hard.
“Stay,” Yoongi says before he can second guess himself, voice muffled in Seokjin’s sweater.
“I’m sorry, you need to get your face out of my lambswool before I can hear you properly,” Seokjin tells him, voice tired and edged.
Rolling back into Seokjin’s lap and looking up at him, Yoongi’s decision is made for him when he catches he tired lines along his face. “Stay over tonight.”
“I-“
“Sleeping,” Yoongi clarifies, and smiles a bit at the soft pink that spreads over Seokjin’s face. “We’re both too beat to-“
“Okay,” Seokjin answers, cutting Yoongi off before he can explain, elaborate beyond in public where people may hear. “Get off, I need to pack up.”
It’s been weeks, probably months, since Yoongi was able to go to bed without a book in his hands or papers to scatter when his brain shut down. As much as he knows it’ll make more to catch up on later, he can’t bring himself to regret it when the empty spaces in his bed and filled up, warmth seeping into his skin and settling around comfortably.
It’s not often that they get to spend time like this, away from studying or meeting between for small pockets. There’s a part of Yoongi that wishes he could savor this, take the time to trace Seokjin with his fingertips, eyes, and lips, map him out carefully to remind himself of every detail. It’ll have to wait though, as barely after settling into the Yoongi’s slightly cramped bed, sleep drags them under in warm breaths and the feeling of being together.
~
Thank you to
singilu for the warm welcome!! I'm excited to be here!!Passes the torch onto
laughingvirus ~ I hope you have fun!
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spectacles
SPECTACLES
I TRUSTED YOU LONIO
whimpers into my hands and goes back to frying fish ;; skype au best au ;; thank you for the warm fuzzies ;; ♥
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*snuggles you and your fried fish* I wasn't even sure if this was skype au but it feels like post skype au? like after they managed to figure all their shit out (i'm jk every au is somehow skype au....)
thank you!!
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But grad school sounds so scary 0.0no subject
I love them so much and just always feel like they're much softer than they are dramatic and physical? They just remind me of a couple that really understands and has the relationship part down before anything else -- like they've been through enough so they know what matters and make sure it's solid ;; YES oh gosh ;;
grad school can be scary, sometimes it's not, but sometimes it is. They're also both working fulltime in this so that makes grad school even more of a weight. Seokjin is doing child development in psychology going for his LCSW and Yoongi is doing a specialized masters degree in ethnomusicology which is primarily research based and therefore a lot of work outside of lectures and assignments. It all depends on what your program is :)no subject
Okay, I'm weak to college AUs, like I typically go for more out there types, but WEAK but also just snuggling and the gentle lull of their relationship and YOONGI SNUGGLING HIS FACE INTO SEOKJIN'S SWEATERRRRRR
Oh god. I'm.
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or am i?I love alternative college aus? Like community college or returning to school or progressive study? It just looks at it from a different angle than just the typical college au :) I'm glad you liked it!! THEY'RE SO SOFT. LIKE-- THE SOFTEST BOYS WHEN THEY'RE TOGETHER I SWEAR.
*just pets gently. I know. I'm too.