Title: Minutes [Drabble]
Genre(s): angst, fluff
Summary: Sungmin always wakes up in the middle of the night.
Sungmin opened his eyes, his heart pounding in his chest. He glanced at the clock. 3:43 AM. His gaze returned to the ceiling, murky and undefined in the dark. He had had another nightmare. The fact didn’t surprise him. It didn’t surprise him, but he still had to concentrate on slowing his breathing and calming his thumping heart. He grasped at the sheets with sweaty hands, trying to keep his limbs from shaking. It was a dream. A dream. He repeated to himself a few times even though he felt that the fact should be obvious.
He looked at the clock again. 3:45. He just wanted to go back to sleep. He needed to go back to sleep. He had schedules all day. He had to be alert and peppy and endearing. He was supposed to look fresh-faced, not have giant dark circles under his eyes. But somehow these thoughts only sped up his heart rate again. The idea that he was in a seemingly never-ending cycle of TV shows, radio shows, photo shoots, and rehearsals sometimes made his stomach clench in panic.
When he was performing on stage or when he was able to relax with the other members, the work didn’t seem like so much. The packed schedule seemed more than bearable. But on nights like this, when all he wanted to do was crawl out of his own skin, that the daunting obligations that lay before him sent him into a panic, his mind scrambling to find a way out.
Sungmin let out a shaky breath and gave into the temptation to check the time again. 3:48. That was three less minutes of sleep that he would be getting. And the fact that those three minutes actually meant something to him; that he was mourning them like he would a significant missed opportunity, made him sick to his stomach.
He reached out, feeling across his bed for the nearest stuffed animal. This time it was a fawn, made to look as though it was lying on the ground, its legs tucked underneath its plush body. Somehow hugging the toy made him feel better. He knew it was ridiculous. He was in his twenties and stuffed animals still made him feel better, but he was in no position to complain about something bringing him some much-needed comfort, so he just shut his eyes and squeezed the plush to his chest, willing the world beyond his room to melt away. He felt his body relax slightly and he sighed in relief, letting himself melt into the softness of his mattress.
Just as he felt like sleep was perhaps not quite as elusive as he once deemed it, he shivered, realizing that he was cold. Cursing his thin blanket, he climbed out of bed and tip toed over the cold wood floor, trying his hardest not to wake Kyuhyun. He reached out and felt around on his desk chair, certain that he had left his sweatshirt lying on it earlier that day. However, his hands only seemed to be coming into contact with the smooth wood of his chair.
As he continued to grope his chair, he lost his grip on the plush fawn, the toy falling to the ground, its hard plastic nose making a loud tap sound when it hit the floor. Sungmin winced before bending over to retrieve it, hoping that the sound went unnoticed by Kyuhyun. Unfortunately, the younger seemed to have heard the noise since he shifted in his bed, rolling over and squinting into the dark at Sungmin’s shadowy form.
“Sungmin? What are you doing?” he asked groggily, a fist rubbing at his eyes childishly.
“Just looking for my sweatshirt. I’m cold,” Sungmin explained in a whisper, “Go back to sleep Kyuhyun-ah.”
“Good luck with that. Eunhyuk came in and borrowed it earlier,” Kyuhyun told him. Sungmin sighed.
“Oh,” he responded, the late hour seeming to filter his reactions, making him much less annoyed than he felt he should have been.
“Just come sleep with me tonight Min,” Kyuhyun beckoned, folding his covers back and making room for the older boy. Sungmin looked at the maknae in the dark; his hair messy from sleep and his eyes bleary from tiredness. However, warmth emanated from his dark orbs even though he was half asleep. Sungmin felt his mouth curve up in a small smile as he made his way across the floor, climbing into the space that the other had made for him. Kyuhyun flipped the cover back up, covering the both of them, as he wrapped a long arm around Sungmin’s waist, pulling him flush against his chest. Sungmin melted into the embrace, allowing himself to relax as he reveled in the warmth surrounding him.
“Thanks Kyu-ah,” Sungmin murmured, burrowing deeper into the covers.
“No problem Minnie,” Kyuhyun yawned, nuzzling his nose into the back of the older boy’s neck. Sungmin looked up at the clock one last time, habitually trying to calculate how many minutes of sleep he had lost. However, he found that he couldn’t remember what time he had woken up in the first place. Moreover, he didn’t particularly care. Suddenly, tomorrow seemed a whole lot more promising.