jongin watches as a mellow ray of morning sun shines through a tiny crack in the curtains, illuminating a thin strip of light right across the dip in chanyeol’s lower back.
with a feathery light finger, jongin gently traces random curly shapes and geometric patterns on chanyeol’s smooth, creamy skin, connecting the little moles peppered across his back like constellations sprawled across the galaxy.
jongin’s finger glides down to skim across the edge of the comforter draped just below chanyeol’s dimples of venus, marveling at the contrast between the rich burgundy of the fabric and the pale glow of chanyeol’s flawless skin.
“that tickles, you know,” chanyeol smiles with his eyes still closed, voice deep and raspy with sleep.
“i’m sorry. did i wake you?” jongin’s hand never falters, continuing to travel across the plane of the elder’s back, fingertips dancing across his skin in a very pleasantly soothing manner.
“don’t worry about it,” chanyeol opens his bleary eyes, blinking away the thin film of sleep still clouding his vision. he glances up at jongin, whose head is propped up on one elbow, and continues, “i’m surprised you’re awake this early,”
"i know, right?” jongin laughs, finally withdrawing his hand and rolling onto his stomach to land flat on top of chanyeol’s back. “the one day we can take a break, and i’m the first one up.”
chanyeol coughs as the younger’s body presses down on his lungs, but doesn’t tell him to move, actually enjoying the pressure of jongin’s weight pinning him down. so jongin takes the opportunity to enjoy the moment, curling his legs in closer and burying his face into the crook of chanyeol’s neck,
the two remain completely still and quiet, content to just enjoy each other’s company, before chanyeol breaks the silence.
“when do you think kyungsoo will be home?” he asks, words muffled by the pillow. and jongin shudders, a very vivid image of his hyung walking in on them like this playing out in his mind.
why didn’t they lock the door last time?
needless to say, kyungsoo had not been amused to come home to find his roommates stripped naked and lounging about on their beds like it’s no big deal. a lot of threats regarding the disposal of chanyeol’s guitar and selling jongin’s dogs and the maiming of several different body parts had been involved.
“yeah, no,” jongin replies, cringing away from his memories. “let’s not think about that right now.”
“okay,” chanyeol hums, voice fading away as he drifts back into unconsciousness. and jongin is just so warm and snug where he is, he finds himself joining chanyeol in his journey to dream land, completely forgetting that kyungsoo is supposed to be home in just a few short hours.