**** this is after one of taekjoo near-death mission and Zhenya save him again
“You should sleep too. I know you didn’t get any rest, stitching up my wounds all night,” he mumbled, coaxing Zhenya with sleepy, slurred words.
Whenever Kwon Taekjoo was drunk or half-conscious, he would switch languages like he had earlier, a clear sign he was on the verge of passing out.
It didn’t take long for his eyelids to remain still. The arm cradling Zhenya weakened and started to slip down. Zhenya lifted his head and stared at Kwon Taekjoo, who was now fast asleep. He kept his eyes on Kwon Taekjoo’s sleeping figure for a while before leaning in close enough to feel his breath and inhale the sweet air he exhaled. Normally, Kwon Taekjoo would have woken up instantly, demanding he stop acting strange, but he was already in a deep sleep.
Zhenya tilted his head to rest his ear against Kwon Taekjoo’s chest. The heartbeat that had once made his own race now beat slowly but steadily, making its presence known. He listened to the rhythmic thumps like a lullaby, his eyelids growing heavier. Their deep breaths synchronized into one, and soon, the sweet pull of sleep enveloped him.
**** this is after one of taekjoo near-death mission and Zhenya save him again
“You should sleep too. I know you didn’t get any rest, stitching up my wounds all night,” he mumbled, coaxing Zhenya with sleepy, slurred words.
Whenever Kwon Taekjoo was drunk or half-conscious, he would switch languages like he had earlier, a clear sign he was on the verge of passing out.
It didn’t take long for his eyelids to remain still. The arm cradling Zhenya weakened and started to slip down. Zhenya lifted his head and stared at Kwon Taekjoo, who was now fast asleep. He kept his eyes on Kwon Taekjoo’s sleeping figure for a while before leaning in close enough to feel his breath and inhale the sweet air he exhaled. Normally, Kwon Taekjoo would have woken up instantly, demanding he stop acting strange, but he was already in a deep sleep.
Zhenya tilted his head to rest his ear against Kwon Taekjoo’s chest. The heartbeat that had once made his own race now beat slowly but steadily, making its presence known. He listened to the rhythmic thumps like a lullaby, his eyelids growing heavier. Their deep breaths synchronized into one, and soon, the sweet pull of sleep enveloped him.
(Zhenya is soooo soft after they date urrrgghhh)