𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺; renjun x dream

𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮

Renjun paused at the reception desk where Taeyong had fallen unconscious with his cheek pressed to his document stack and his hand still loosely gripping a pen. Silly man. The younger felt his lips curve to a smile as he took his bag off his shoulder and wandered around the back of the desk, spotting a small coat he had noticed tended to live there since he arrived. It was a soft, navy material and so he flopped it over the owner's shoulders and took the pen out of his hand.

"Night, Taeyong," he hummed gently before picking his bag up again and heading towards the staircase. It was eerily silent as he made his ascent, unusually so. The boys were nowhere to be seen so far, and the lights were only on in the halls, not in the common rooms.

His heart skipped a beat when he reached the third floor and found a certain male sleeping against his door. The brunette had his head tilted back, full lips parted and a familiar jacket clutched to his chest. Jisung? Renjun wondered, stepping closer cautiously and revising the argument they had had earlier in the day, along with the weird seating incident on his lap. The male crouched down once in front of him, admiring his spectacular visuals even when asleep.

"Jisung," he whispered, not wanting to startle him regardless of all the times he'd been scared shitless. The younger didn't respond though, instead curled up into a foetal position and looked majorly uncomfortable. The blonde sighed and scratched his head, glancing up at the other doors and wondering where the hell the others were.

He scanned his eyes over his own jacket clasped against the brunette's chest, biting his lower lip subconsciously as he reached out and started to take it away. Jisung's breath hitched in his sleep and he whimpered against the air now fanned against his exposed hands. His t-shirt was all sweaty and Renjun was certain he was uncomfortable.

Deciding to be the better person here and leaving the past in the past, the Chinese adult slid his bag off his shoulder once more and ditched it by the door, leaning over the young male and cupping his cheeks carefully. "Jisung? C'mon, time to wake up. You're in the hall...."

Jisung hummed against his palms and nuzzled into his touch like a satisfied cat. His eyelids fluttered slightly with the disruption of rest, but he still remained unconscious. Renjun tried once again since there was no way he could sleep out in the hall as well tonight. "Jisung? Jisung."

"Mhm, just a minute," the taller yawned lightly before shifting his cramped body around and rolling out his tense neck, slowly opening his eyes. Those hazel irises that looked back at the older were dazed for a minute or so, blinking a little and snapping to life before comprehending what was happening. "Oh....Renjun?"

"Yeah. Me," the blonde nodded. He sat back and crossed his legs to give the younger a moment to adjust. "You fell asleep against my door. Don't ask me why. Can't get into your room?"

"No, it's not that..." Jisung pouted sleepily before tapping at his lap, and then his chest. He frowned all of a sudden when he couldn't feel what it was he was looking for. "Crap. I've lost it-"

"This?" He held up his jacket. The very one he'd leant him to cover up his hard on at the restaurant. "It's mine."

"I know that. I wanted to return it when you got back, but you were taking ages. I sort of sat here after dinner and assumed you wouldn't be long....but that must've been hours ago."

"Jisung, what time did you eat dinner?"

"Like, seven?"

"It's nearly half ten. Your back must be killing you," Renjun rolled his eyes without malice before shuffling to stand up and helping the younger to his feet. "Jeez, you should've just kept it and given it to me tomorrow."