NCT One-shots and Scenarios

A Good Night's Sleep (TaeWin)

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14/12/2018

hi guys! i want to thank y'all for 25.1K reads and 500 votes! omg i'm so overwhelmed, honestly. i'm touched y'all giving this little collection of my one-shots so much love. :,((

so i decided to write a little taewin fic based on some events and photos here lol. it won't leave my cramped brain so i had to write it out. i hope you like it though. i really don't know where this came from. jdsalfjsdkfj i just know i miss taewin A LOT.

anyways, y'all have a wonderful day! thank you again! much love! -- ice <333 ]

Taeyong adored Winwin and there was no doubt about it. But sometimes he had to curb his emotions for his younger member for practical reasons, of course. He knows he can't express his love for Winwin knowing that it might mess up things between them. He was their leader and it was just right he act like one. Respect and love each member equally, right? Well, mostly correct. He did love all his members dearly but he should never admit he loved Winwin more. And it was not the typical love he felt for his other members. It was a deeper, more meaningful love and far from a brotherly one. But it all goes back to not revealing his emotions. Especially to Winwin. Taeyong was actually proud of himself for disguising how he felt by now. Nothing could crumble his resolve. Or so he thought.

It was the first time the two of them were paired in a hotel room together with nobody else but the two of them. They had just completed a back to back concert on their tour, and all the members were tired, drained and certainly sleepy. They all went to their rooms right after their dinner to crash on the bed. They had a plane to catch early in the morning so it was just logical to retire early. However Taeyong was far from drowsy. Winwin was lying still on his back beside him on a relatively narrow bed and he could feel Winwin's arm against his, the warmth exuding from it. Taeyong could hear his bed-mate's soft breathing as well as sense the rising and falling of his chest. It began to bother him and not in a very good way.

Taeyong stole a glance at the boy beside him and studied the beautiful profile vaguely defined by the soft light in their dimmed bedroom. It was always his chin and lips that caught his attention the most. He loved looking at the full lips and the dimples that revealed themselves when Winwin smiled. Taeyong sighed and reminded himself to stop. Now.

Taeyong turned to his side to prevent seeing the angelic and innocent creature beside him to try and focus on sleeping. He had to admit his back hurt just a little bit after that little body twirl he always does during the choreo of Cherry Bomb. He especially felt it today after the long hours of continues movements for the past month of their tour. He definitely needed rest.Taeyong sighed and closed his eyes to force himself to succumb to a slumber, subconsciously massaging the small of his back with his fist.

It was when Taeyong felt Winwin's movement that his eyes flew open. Winwin cuddled in closer and nuzzled his ash grey hair. Taeyong felt shivers run down his spine when he felt the warm breath fanning on his nape. He froze and steeled himself from being affected by the younger boy's embrace. It was very difficult not to feel the arm around his waist and the warm body against his back though, and he shut his eyes tightly while cursing under his breath about his crumbling resolve. Taeyong groaned inwardly and couldn't resist the urge by giving into taking Winwin's hand in his for a short moment to caress the smooth skin with his thumb. Then Taeyong slowly extricated himself from the soft hug and edged away from Winwin.

Taeyong let out a deep sigh of relief and went back to trying to get some sleep. He regulated his breathing and closed his eyes. But then he stiffened when Winwin returned to snuggle closer, this time much closer that he could feel every curvature and limb pressing against him.

If Taeyong inched away from Winwin any more than he did, he will end up on the floor. Taeyong extracted himself as slowly as he could to get off the bed. Taeyong sighed as he stood up and bent backwards while knuckling the small of his back once more. He took in deep breaths to calm the sudden rush of emotions washing over him. Lately he noticed Winwin getting too close for comfort that he almost let his guard down. Can't he get his act together when he needed it most?

"Taeyong?" The soft and deep voice of Winwin made Taeyong pause and turn around to look at his younger member's face softly caressed by the only light emitting from the night lamp just above the bed mounted on the wall.

"S-sorry, did I wake you up?" asked Taeyong with a tinge of guilt.

Winwin's smile made Taeyong's heart stop. "Maybe just a little. What's wrong? Is your back hurting again?"

"A bit, yes," Taeyong answered with a sheepish smile.

"Come back to bed, Taeyong. I'll give your back a massage," Winwin said with a hand patting the space beside him. Taeyong gulped.

"A... massage?" Taeyong said with his large puppy eyes slightly widening even more.

"Yes. Come here," Winwin ordered while motioning to Taeyong with a beckon. "You're aching back is in need of some relief."

Taeyong gave off a nervous laugh and sat beside Winwin to reach up under his chin and pinch it. "There's no need, thank you."

"Lie down, here," Winwin repeated and patted the bed again, this time more firmly while ignoring Taeyong's resistance.

Taeyong surrendered to Winwin's command. He lay down on his stomach beside Winwin who sat up and began kneading the middle of his back, concentrating on his spine. Taeyong closed his eyes, succumbing to the relaxing sensation and buried his face into the pillow with his breaths escaping thru his mouth with soft moans. Winwin's hands were adept in finding the tight muscles, relieving the feeling of tension on his body. Taeyong could feel the firm hands pushing at his flesh thru his cotton tee making all the pent up stress ebb away slowly. He became more languid as Winwin's hands created the lethargy enveloping him. It was short lived however, when Taeyong felt his shirt being lifted up. Taeyong's eyes flew open.

"Let's get rid of this, Taeyong," Winwin said with a deep and husky voice while he tugged at the shirt and pulled it over Taeyong's head. He didn't seem to notice Taeyong stiffening and gulping nervously. "The massage is more effective without the shirt you know."