Kyungsoo blinked sleepily, barely able to keep his eyes open.

It wasn't his fault, really. Sehun had asked him to try his hand at henna, and when it became clear that he was naturally talented at the art, everyone insisted on getting one. He hadn't slept till 2am, and waking up at 8 am had been hard.

He snorted at the thought, thinking back to high school and wondering how his younger self had done it. He distinctly remembered staying up till at least 2 or 3 am most nights. That, coupled with having to be up by 6 am at the latest the next morning for a school day that would last until 3 pm, sounded pretty awful to him now.

He did nod off in classes back then too, though, he supposed. But now, staying up late left his body exhausted and sore and creaky, and he honestly felt like an old man. He needed his sleep to function, and actual meals, both of which were irregular and inconsistent back then.

Oh god. He really was an adult.

A/N: Sorry this is short as hell but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  I mean, basically, that was me this morning, so. Welcome to the original purpose of these drabbles.