Another sleepless night for Jung Taekwoon...

10:30pm
He downed the last bit of tea in his mug. The aroma and flavor no longer enjoyable. It was cold, left untouched on the table before him for too long.

In the shower it was no different. The hot water running over his skin and relaxing his muscles until it too went cold, giving him no satisfaction.

11:15pm
Taekwoon crawled into bed, leaving his floor fan on to keep him cool, and for the constant low, steady hum of the blades to try to drown out the deafening silence of the bedroom.

After checking all his sns for the umpteenth time, refreshing every few minutes for new updates, he decided it would be best to power down his phone for the night. Let the dark of the room settle around him and let himself fall asleep.
To no avail.

2:00 am
His mind only raced more. The far reaches of his torturous imagination bringing up utter nonsense, making him groan at the constant bombardment.
He sat up in bed, feeling his warm forehead and patting his face as a gentle reality check.

It’s all in your head, Jung Taekwoon.

Taekwoon lay on his back staring at the ceiling faintly lit by the streetlamp. If he let his mind go blank, he should be able to rest.

2:45am
He turned away from the fan. Still yet to recieve any sort of comfort from thinking of nothing, Taekwoon wondered if the thought of satisfaction would help. After all, he did know he could easily begin a lucid dream..
 He thought of Hakyeon. The way his dark eyes shimmered with warmth and crinkled into little crescents when he didn’t hold back a smile. That smile so bright it could put the sun to shame.
 Taekwoon remembered the mornings.. how Hakyeon would wake up with his hair a tousled mess. Quite possibly the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen.
 He thought of Hakyeon’s skin. Warm and inviting in every way. How it glowed in sunlight, how lovely it looked and smelled.. and how it felt against his.

3:30am
Taekwoon sat up again, this time in a panic.
He shouldn’t think about Hakyeon.
He knew he had fallen hard for him, but he was probably not interested in Taekwoon in any way. Hakyeon was probably taken by another, despite all the affection of their recent encounter.
Taekwoon didn’t just want Hakyeon. He wanted to give his all to him. All of his affection and passion. Both his heart and his body.
 "Who am I kidding?“
That was another trouble with Taekwoon, though seemingly cold (but in actuality, just indifferent) to people in general, he would grew emotionally attached to one and knew he was doomed. Attraction increased by a deep bond. There was no escape from how he felt. He huffed, plopping his head back down on the pillow.

4:15am
It hurt. The agony of his thoughts making his head throb and skin so sensitive to the touch it burned.
Taekwoon felt a horrible ache in his chest. He fought to hold back tears, grinding his teeth angrily. The lump in his throat causing him to swallow thickly, and the tightness of his chest making it harder to breathe.
Is this what heartache is?
The thought of Hakyeon was pure bliss, but caused him so much pain with worry.
What if his feelings wouldn’t be returned?
Taekwoon tossed again to face the fan. Maybe the moving air from it would help him get a grip.

5:30am
Taekwoon tossed again and again. Hoping to find a comfortable position that would finally ease him into sleep.
 "Why are you like this? Get a ing grip, Taekwoon.”
He tugged at his hair and lightly slapped his cheeks before sitting up yet again, tossing the comforter aside and letting his legs hang over the edge. He looked at the curtained window. The sun was already rising, he could tell by the pale blue beginning to illuminate his dark room.
“Great. You’ve been up all night again.”
Taekwoon groaned. It baffled him to think he was so petty as to cry over some guy who more likely than not didn’t care for him as much as he hoped.
 “I’m like a teenager all over again. I’m such a child. Oh God.. I hate this. Why do I feel this way?”

Taekwoon chuckled bitterly. It’s true. Another sleepless night. But at the same time Taekwoon thought,

“Hakyeon wouldn’t lead me on, would he? He’s a genuine person. I suppose I wouldn’t be like this if I felt nothing at all for him.. and from him, right?”

6:00am
Taekwoon pondered at that. Maybe there was hope. Maybe someone he finally developed feelings for, someone he truly cared for, would care just as much in return. His small ray of hope.
He lay back down, rolling his face in the pillow before sprawling on his back. He was exhausted, completely drained.
Maybe he’ll tell Hakyeon. He was always so understanding and accepting of him.
Taekwoon let out a content sigh and a lighthearted chuckle.
“I’ll call when he wakes up.”