book one ❧ [vi]

                                    

                                          
3:16 a.m.
You      glared  at your bedside clock like it was doing this to you    personally.    Rolling onto your other side, you let out a disgruntled    sigh. No   matter  how comfortable you were, how exhausted your bones and    your   brain were,  you couldn't fucking sleep. Sitting up, you threw    your   covers off of you  and padded out of your room. 
In      the kitchen,  you drank a glass of water, but couldn't bring   yourself    to go back  upstairs to your room. You wandered into the   living room,    plopping into  your usual corner of the couch and   pulling your knees  to   your chest.  Turning your phone on, you once   again glared at the  time   like it was  invented to hurt you in   particular.
3:20 a.m.
You       could be doing something better right now, reading a book, laying     very   still with your eyes closed, meditating, anything but  scrolling    on  your  phone.
3:49 a.m.
Had      you  ever gotten a good night's sleep in your life? You couldn't      remember in  that moment. Your eyes stung looking at the screen, they      stung when you  closed them, but you blinked it away.
4:17 a.m.
"Y/N?" Jisung stepped into the living room. "Why are you still up?"
"Mm,       Jisung, hey," you greeted him dully, setting your phone aside on   the     arm of the couch. "I'm surprised it took you this long to find   me."
"I     figured you were just getting a   glass of water or something. I  didn't    want to bother you. But you've   been out here for almost an  hour now."
You sighed, resting your chin on your knees. "Can't sleep."
"Is something wrong?"
"I slept for a couple hours, but then I woke up and I just... couldn't go back to sleep," you sighed.
"Staring at that screen isn't going to help you get back to sleep." He frowned.
That made you chuckle. "And how do you know that?"
"Your       mom used to get on your stepdad about using screens too close to       bedtime," he confessed. "Something about the light keeping your  brain      awake."
You smiled as you could imagine that perfectly. "Yeah, that sounds like her."
"Can       I do anything to help? Do you want like, hot chocolate? Or..." He      trailed  off as he was clearly wracking his brain for another option.
"You want to keep me off my phone?"
He nodded.
You       stood up, your fingers tapping over the spines on the bookcases     before   you grabbed one. You offered it out to Jisung. "Read to me."
Jisung gently took the book from you, then nodded to the couch. "Sure. Lay down."
"I'm       not sleeping on the couch," you snorted, taking your phone back  off     the  arm and heading for the stairs. Tilting your head  indicatively,   you    said, "Come on, you get to go to the second  floor."
His      footsteps were quiet behind  you, squeaking some of the same steps    that   you did as he followed  you up the stairs. You opened the door to    your   bedroom, stepping in  first and holding it open to gesture him  in   as he   had stopped  uncertainly by the threshold. Closing the door    behind him,   you then  sat down on your bed again.
"Here." You patted the empty side of the bed for him. 
Jisung       shuffled over, sitting up against the headboard with his long legs       stretched out on top of your sheets. With amusement, you noted  that  he     was no longer wearing his dark shoes, only black socks. You  laid   back    down under your covers again, pulling your blankets up  to your   chin.