"Snap it, Yoondoo."

Doojoon blinks sleepily, blinks twice, thrice then he turns to the source of the honey-like voice.

"What."
"Come back to Earth," Yoseob answers flatly, fingers move expertly maneuvering Sonic to grab more gold rings, "We're about to go live."
"I'm sleepy."
"Go wash your face with coffee or something," Yoseob's Sonic loses one of the hearts and the younger man squirms.

Doojoon blinks again, trying his best to stay awake but those eyes--it's like they have their own thought and control--they keep moving down, about to close--

"Yah, Yoondoo."
"Five minutes," Doojoon mumbles, head already resting on Yoseob's shoulder, "That match is not even that good to begin with--damn--"
"That's what I told you last night, didn't I? I told you to sleep," the younger man says sourly, his Sonic loses another heart and it's about to die.
"You're always right, okay, yeah," Doojoon buries his head deeper.
"Now you acknowledge it, thank you."

Yoseob quickly sets his phone aside as he squirms in his seat to get more comfortable, one hand already lost in Doojoon's hair, absentmindedly. He slowly lay his head on top of the older man's, lacing his fingers with Doojoon's, and he sigh. This warmth makes him slightly drowsy. He's been playing games for a while to distract himself from the thought of sleeping but his boyfriend isn't helping. Doojoon has been nodding off here and there since morning because he