Hwoarang was laying on his bed, not one bit sleepy and the clock was already close to 2 am. He luckily didn't have a match the next day so sleeplessness wouldn't bother him so much, but still it would be nice to sleep the night. He was really starting to get overly bored and frustrated.
Hwoarang glanced to his right and saw his phone on the nightstand. After staring at the phone for a couple of minutes he grapped it, pushed a few buttons and held it to his ear. It rang a few times before a deep and sleepfilled voice answered.
"Hello."
"I'm bored and I can't get any sleep" Hwoarang informed the person in the other end of the phone. Hwoarang heard a deep sigh coming from the other.
"Give me ten to fifteen minutes" said the man and hang up.
Hwoarang put the phone back to its place and rose to sit op on the bed, his back against the headboard.
After thirteen minutes had passed there was a knock on the door. Hwoarang didn't bother to move from his position on the bed, he knew that whoever it was could get in on their own or they just didn't need to get in at all. And as Hwoarang predicted, the door opened and a dark haired man walked in with a steaming mug and a book in his hand.
Jin closed the door behind him and walked to Hwoarang. He handed over the mug which was full of hot milk to Hwoarang and sat on the edge of the bed, putting the book next to him.
Hwoarang stared at Jin as he sipped the milk. He noticed that the normally focused and sharp eyes of his rival were now dazed and dull. Feeling a little guilty he had to break the silence looming in the room.
"I hope I didn't disturb you much." Hwoarang said as softly as he could as if to not awake the sleepy devil. Slowly Jin turned to look at the redhead.
"I mean you have a match tomorrow... I mean today... So" Hwoarang went quiet, his eyes fixed on the mug of milk. Jin let out a sigh and shook his head a little.
"Drink your milk, Red, it's good for you and it helps you to fall a sleep." Jin said and watched as Rangs smiled a little and drank his milk.
After drinking all the milk Hwoarang put the mug on the nightstand and lied down on the bed.
As Hwoarang was making himself comfortable on the bed, Jin took the book he had brought with him and opened it on the bookmarked page. Jin was about to start reading when Hwoarang interrupted him.
"If it is the tale about the little fox I don't want to hear it. It's too sad..."
Jin Smiled.
"It's not the little fox, I already read it to you once." Jin paused a little and continued.
"It's "The Golden Goose" by the Grimm brothers."
Satisfied by this Hwoarang nodded and let Jin read the story to him. And before he knew it, Hwoarang had fallen a sleep.
Jin finished the story and was happy to find Hwoarang sleeping peacefully, he got up slowly, gave the red head a kiss on the forehead and left to his own room, to sleep with a smile on his face.
...Well that was sweedly boring, don't you think?