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You knocked on the door before you. The noise echoed dully in the empty hallway.
It was late – you knew Namjoon had left the building a while ago, and though you’d heard that Hoseok was staying late these days, you hadn’t seen any trace of him so far.
There was no immediate response, so you knocked again, trying to be louder this time. It had been years, now, and Yoongi still hadn’t given you the passcode to Genius Lab. You wanted to resent him for it at times like this, but he deserved a refuge amongst his busy life. And despite Jiyoung’s surprise at the arrangement, you’d told her very straightforwardly that you were pretty sure between his producing work, collaborations, and solo work, as well as the multiple offers he was still receiving for variety shows and drama cameos, he had absolutely no time to be two-timing you with anything other than his work.
Although, to be fair, he was two-timing you with his work. After close to three minutes, you rolled your eyes, hard, and pulled up your phone.
It only took another minute for the door to swing open. Your soulmate’s sheepish face greeted you. “Hey.”
You raised an eyebrow wordlessly.
He grimaced. “I know, I know.”
You sighed. “Well, at least let me in. If you’re going to live here, I might as well move in with you. Although Holly will be disappointed about having less space.”
“I don’t think it’s safe for a dog to be around this much electronic equipment,” Yoongi said, stepping to the side.
“Maybe I’ll train him to chew up your cables,” you informed Yoongi snidely. “So you come home on time.”
Yoongi winced at that. “Ah, jagiya.”
“No pet names, I’m pretending to be mad at you.”
“Jagiya.” He slid his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I know. I’m sorry.”
The remaining vestiges of your irritation at him faded as his skin met your skin. You sighed, leaning back and into his weight. Yoongi tilted his head into yours, and then slid his hand under your shirt, making you stiffen, though you relaxed when he merely rested it against your skin. The rush of pleasure and comfort made you close your eyes.
“You stayed out too long,” you murmured.
He hummed in agreement.
“So. What’s so important that you’re ignoring your soulmate?”
Yoongi sighed and turned his head to kiss the side of your neck gently, just once. “I’m not ignoring you.”
You hummed quietly. “And the lying about not working?”
“Don’t want you to worry,” he murmured.
“I’m not worried,” you informed him. “I’d be more worried if you suddenly stopped working. I just want you to work marginally less. You know, come home at a reasonable hour.”
“I know, jagiya.” He sighed. “I didn’t realize how late it’d gotten.”
“What’s going on this time?” you asked. “Another collaboration with the rich and famous?”
“Taehyungie asked me to produce a song for him,” Yoongi said.
“Oh.” This made more sense. Yoongi still was willing to move the heavens for the members. You were well-aware he always would be. “Did he give you a due date, so I know when I’ll have my husband back?”
Yoongi hummed, the noise reverberating against your skin. “I’ll have it done by the end of next week. That’s what I told him.”
“All right. I guess that’s not too much longer.” You sighed anyways.
“If I stay later, it’ll be done faster,” Yoongi said. You recognized the hint of teasing in his voice. “Your choice.”
“I’d rather it take you longer.” You’d known him for too long to let this teasing slide. “I need to sleep, too, you know. I have a meeting with a client tomorrow.”
“I’m telling them that they’re working you too hard,” Yoongi muttered against shoulder, the lilt in his voice immediately gone. “You don’t even need to work.”
“I enjoy it,” you told him. “And my hours are much better than yours.”
He mumbled something unintelligible at that.
“What was that, jagiya?” you asked, now smiling.
He sighed. “Which one of them is it?”
“Jungkook.”
“Brat,” Yoongi said.
“He has something big coming up,” you said, now fully reveling in your chance to tease him. “But I can’t tell you. Lawyer-client confidentiality, and all that.”
Yoongi sighed again, long-sufferingly. “Jagiya. I know what he has going on. He tells me.”
“And Hoseok said he was going to refer someone to me,” you said, unwilling to let your mischief end. “One of his friends from God knows where. He really gets around.”
“He needs to stop referring you,” Yoongi muttered. “You have enough helping out us.”
“Hm, I wonder how it feels to think your soulmate works too much,” you teased. “It’s foreign to me.”
Yoongi let out a grumpy snort. “Jagiya.”
“Hm?”
“I’ll be home on time tomorrow.”
You grinned widely at the wall. “That would be nice.”
“Mm.” He sighed in the put-upon way he occasionally did. “It’s hard that you’re good at your job. You couldn’t be mediocre?”
You elbowed him, making him grunt. “Don’t be mean, Min Yoongi.”
He sighed again. “Namjoon was saying he wants you to look at a contract, too.”
You shook your head. “I keep telling him the art world is its own thing, but he keeps insisting I give it a look.”
“Because you’re good at it, jagiya,” Yoongi said, this time without any shred of teasing. “Of course he asks you.”
You let yourself feel the sincere pride at his words. “I’m trying.”
“You’re succeeding.”
You smiled widely. “So you are proud of me, hm?”
“Obviously.”
“Ah, does my husband love me?” you teased.
“Yes.” He kissed the base of your neck, where it extended toward your shoulder. “Is it a question?”
You reveled in the casual affection, feeling him trail his mouth gently across your skin before he pulled away. “Only when he stays out really late.”
“Jagiya,” he said, just the edge of a complaint.
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” You turned in his embrace to face him and cradled his face in your hands. “I know you do.”
He leaned forward to rest his forehead on yours. “Mm.”
You grinned, closing your eyes. “I love you, too.”
“I know,” he murmured.
You stood there, utterly content. The only noises in the studio were the monitor, humming gently in front of you, and your soulmate’s quiet breathing. It was always a bit dark in Genius Lab, but that made it feel better suited to this kind of affection.
Finally he took a deep, slow breath. “Should we go home?”
You pulled away from him to smile gently at him. “Yeah."
“Okay. Let me pack my things and we can go.”
“Okay.” You smiled at him – at the face you knew so well – at the man you loved. “Let’s go home.”