A Short Story : A Story?

“I...I don’t know what just happened,” I said, my voice quiet and weak. The shadow slowly emerged from the wallpaper behind John. “John. Behind you.”

“Just now.” Taehyung yawned, letting go of Jungkook’s hand to stretch, his husky voice cracking a little from sleep as he let out a satisfied groan. Jungkook watched his body twisting, his shirt riding up to show smooth skin stretching taut over lean muscle, and couldn't help but reach out to touch. He ran his fingertips down Taehyung’s side and brushing them over the softer skin of his lower stomach, watching the muscles jump and flutter beneath his touch. Taehyung lifted his head to glance at him, eyebrow raised, lips stretched to one side in a lazy smirk, before sitting up, lightly, softly grabbing his wandering hand and holding it in place, hooded gaze flirty and teasing. Jungkook sat back and grinned appreciatively as Taehyung ran a

“Uh, woah. You look tired. You okay?” Addison asked. I decided to not say anything about my dreams because I have worked too hard for this.

Then, slowly and cautiously, he uncurls himself from his loves’ side, shivering slightly as he loses that contact with him and as the blankets shift a little with his movement. There’s always tonight to rest beside him, he thinks. It’s one of Jumin’s favorite things to do, admittedly. Certainly after a long, hard day at work.

("Child wake up! Don't tell me you're resting here. This is not the time to be taking a break. *Tsk* he's losing coinciousness. This may be the end for him.")

His side of the bed was empty. Again. It was the third week in a row that you hadn’t seen Jungkook before he left for work. Seeing him before he went to bed was just as rare. Usually he came home after you were already asleep, and woke up early to get back to the studio. With how little he’d been sleeping, you guessed that he must have been taking naps while he was at work. How else would he manage to survive on five hours of sleep a night? You suspected that sometimes, he didn’t come home at all. Those were the nights you didn’t wake up to the sound of your front door closing, or the feeling of Jungkook’s arms wrapping around you before he quickly dozed off.

“Yoongi do you want the Kumoman slippers? Or should we read her notebook! ” Joo-Woon asks, I immediately “wake up.” They all just laugh at me “Hey why are y’all ruining my beauty sleep you know I NEED it.”

“So you want to talk about me huh?” He laughed once, a shocking sound that shook Kiku to his bones. “Nothing about me is that interesting he berried his other hand deep in the dark locks. Brown eyes opened wide, a blush deepened his cheeks.

His breathing settles down. He feels human again. Well, as human as one can be when they can't possibly die.

Namjoon felt like he was helplessly frozen to the spot, he wanted to chase after you, tell you how stupid you were being - he just couldn't. Instead, he just slipped on his jacket as speedily as he could, picking up the apartment keys from the bedside table. Taking one last look at the bed, smothered in a disordered mess of pillows and blankets, he sighed, silently cursing to oneself before leaving the room and exiting the apartment with a slam of the

The night went on and one by one everyone fell asleep. Kikyo and Inuyasha ,then Miroku and Sango, finally Kagome fell asleep leaving the lone youkai to his thoughts. I wonder if she feels the same about me as I do her. That was his last thought before sleep overcame

“Welcome home.” Kuroo says sarcastically from his nonchalant position on the couch, legs spread haphazardly while reading some old fashion magazine that Kei knows he has absolutely no interest in. He resists

Kuroo rose up and hopped off his bed. “Maybe, I’ll just get some fresh air.” He took off the fluffy hotel slippers and slip into his comfortable black vans that matched his whole black pajamas. He also grabbed his light grey hoodie that held his wallet, just in case it became chilly. Soundlessly exiting the room,

Kyungsoo lets all the two hundred and six bones of his body fall in place as he breathes, “It might be lackluster, I guess. But it’s hard to feel the lackluster when you’ve never really felt the luster. Felt alive, I mean.”

Closing the door behind himself and making sure to lock it, Ichimatsu enters the hospital room. He takes a couple of slow steps towards the hospital bed. Under the thin, white blankets there lies his younger brother Karamatsu looking as if he is sleeping peacefully. Ichimatsu stands over the hospital bed, next to Karamatsu and he reaches out his hand to caress the other’s face. Karamatsu’s skin feels soft and warm under his touch, but Ichimatsu knows he isn’t merely sleeping.