Being A Sleepy Head !

⠀   ⠀ ── 𖥻 ๋ 𓈒 ⭐ ࣪ ࣭ ◍ ᜔ being a sleepy head !

nct dream fluff headcanon.

jaemin. at midnight, the sheets tangle on your limbs as his fingers run down your spine in a deliberate gesture. your tongue tangles in your palate and feels heavy as you talk about trivial things while he listens patiently. smiling sweetly when you can't follow the thread of your thoughts at the speed you desire, and your eyes look one last glimpse into his loving eyes before plunging you into a deep sleep. your body is covered by a blanket and you barely hear his voice saying “let's meet again in your dreams.” warming the place where your heart rests.

haechan. he is a night person. even with his schedules, he usually has more sleep resistance than you. you've both put on a series that you've been wanting to watch together, and since I this moments don't happen very often, you plan to spend the whole day curled up next to him. his body is so warm, and his grip comforting, that you soon decide to leave him to go to the ethereal world of dreams. and among the semi-unconsciousness, you think you feel his laugh poking you, “unbelievable, why you choose that boring movie if you were going to fall asleep?” just feeling your body being gently drawn to his “i'll tell you how the movie ends in the morning.”

jisung. the different time zones had your internal clock pretty damaged and crazy, to the point where you slept all afternoon and were more than awake at night. therefore, your night endurance is greater than jisung's. even on his day off, the poor boy does nothing but sleep. silence settles in the room when you know he's not listening to you anymore, hearing to the slight snoring of the boy with the cold nose on your neck, feeling him stir between dreams, “oh- fuck,” he murmurs, nuzzling his face, “did i fall asleep?” he asks. “pretty much, yeah.” you hear his muffled laugh, but deep down it makes you happy that he rests properly, especially when you know his workday. his only response is get closer to you. “keep talking, i swear i won't fall asleep this time.” quick spoiler: he did.

mark. it is a habit to put on a film and not pay attention to it while talking and using it as background noise. both of you have fairly tight schedules, and believe it is possible to do everything at the same time, such as ordering food delivery and chatting while watching a movie. but honestly, you are so exhausted, that the film takes a back seat while you both have your intimate moment full of kisses and caresses. it's impossible not to fall asleep for both of you. and even in the limbo of dreams, you're there with him, and he's talking to you while he sleeps, “i love you.”

renjun. he does not usually rest for long, and many times (only when you are aware that he is not by your side sleeping) you see him at his desk writing new entries in his diary, or painting with his watercolors. you are aware, too, that he does that when he is very overwhelmed or overloaded with things. and even when he goes back to bed the moment you notice his absence and wake up, or call his name, you worry that he's keeping him hidden from you; the way he uses art to release all the weight that keep him awake. “you scared me,” he pronounces shyly when you approach him and rest your head on his shoulder, “i woke you up? forgive me...” he stops his word when you shake your head, “should we go to bed, then?” he wonders, but again, you deny. “finish this first, love.” you smile tenderly, snuggling into him as he returns to his drawing: somewhat kind of similar to you.

chenle. having a tight schedule makes it difficult to see chenle often. you never seem to coincide because you leave first thing in the morning and when you arrive exhausted to sleep, chenle returns until late at night. he scolds you on occasion when you insist on staying up even when you both know that means you'll feel sleepy at work. in the end, he lets you do what you want, because deep down, he misses your long chats before going to bed. “so... one of my... coworkers said...” your eyelids close on their own, you swear by your life. and your tongue feels so heavy, but you must keep going, because seriously, seriously it's funny, “have you- seen my... sandwich?... and i said..., it's in...” chenle waits for the punchline while he strokes your hair, but it never comes, so with a amused smile dancing on his lips, he turns off the lamp. “your mouth?” he wonders at the ceiling, widening his eyes, “the toilets?”

jeno. the letters change places when you look at them for a long time. you blink, your eyelids heavy linger towards the empty coffee cup next to your notes; your attempt to do an all-nighter has been unsuccessful as you feel the sleep spell take control of your body. “come, darling,” seems to whisper sandman in your ear. as you are in the limbo between the two universes, your body seems to float and be welcomed by his warm embrace, followed by the gentle movement that lullies you back when jeno takes you to his room.

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⌗ . . . renjun as your boyfriend !

requested. hi!! can you do renjun as your boyfriend, please? tq by anon.

✿ you both are such a soft couple, honestly. even if you’re not the type to be all lovey-dovey, renjun brings out the soft and mushy side of your, and vice-versa.

✿ “what are you doing?” renjun asked, smiling from ear to ear as he continued with his painting. resting your chin on his shoulder, you looked at the painting he was currently making. smiling, you answered, “nothing, just giving the love of my life the love that he deserves.” this statement instantly making renjun blush, and then trying to changing the topic, “could you, uhm, pass me the pai-” he turned to face you, but became an even flustered mess.  

✿ his favorite nicknames for you: love, my love. whenever he thinks about love, you’re the first person that comes to his mind. and so, the nickname love/my love. it’s just so romantic, and feels very much intimate. those days when it’s a lazy morning and he just goes, ‘just a little while longer, love.’ with that hoarse morning voice and the disheveled hair as he pulls you back in bed.

✿ bantering with renjun goes nowhere. because both of you know that he’s right. wearing a proud look on his face, renjun grins, “oh, just accept your fate, love. i won the game fair and squ-” he gets cut off by the feeling of your lips on his. “okay, now that’s cheating,” he laughs, pulling back from the kiss with the most lovesick grin on his face.

✿ he has a habit of tucking your hair behind your ear. i think i’ve mentioned this before as well, but i just can’t get the imagery of this out of my head. i’ve seen how he takes care of the dreamies by sometimes fixing their hair and i honestly think he’d do the same thing with you :(( anytime he notices any stray strands of hair in front of your face, he’d smile to himself, and leaning in closer, he’d tuck your hair behind your ear.

✿ (like chenle had once mentioned) he really cares about things like promises or traditions. for example, your first year anniversary, or a plan to do something together on a weekend.

✿ you guys are literally daegal’s godparents. and there are so many times that chenle’s commented that you both would be great parents, which never failed to make you both bashfully deny it (but unfortunately, renjun’s evidently pink cheeks and coy smile couldn’t).

✿ he once called you an idiot (affectionate) in mandarin, but since you’ve heard how much he uses that word when with the boys, you already knew what that word meant. “i know you just called me an idiot, ” you said from where you stood, laughing to yourself, thinking how ironic it was that renjun didn’t know you knew what he meant. “what else do you know, missy(/mister),” renjun chuckled, greeting you with a back hug while at it.

✿ also has this habit of muttering “cute” or accidentally calling you cute out loud, but instantly denies it. “no, i did not say that! i said flute! you must’ve heard it wrong,” renjun defends himself, trying his best to hide the smile creeping on his lips.

✿ there was this one time when you tried making your favorite dish for him, but unknowingly put too much sugar/salt in it.

“how’s it?” you asked expectantly. processing the flavours of your dish, renjun takes another spoonful. chuckling, he replies, “this is—” *another spoonful* “—amazing.” smiling in content, you think of trying it yourself, but snatching the bowl from your hand, renjun eats another spoonful, “nuh-uh, this is mine.”

“oh, c’mon. let me try it too!” you said, reaching out for the bowl. he hesitantly handed you the bowl, and you ate a spoonful of that absolute mess. “this— how— why did you eat this?” you asked, disgusted with your own cooking.

renjun’s features softened and a sheepish smile spread across his face, “i didn’t want to upset you because you put so much effort into cooking this, sorry,” he apologised.

“now i feel bad that i fed you something as horrendous as this, god.”

and with that, you both ended up sharing a bowl of noodles from your favorite chinese restaurant while you guys watched your favorite movie.

✿ —; daily texts with renjun.

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