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Nowadays, Junmin and Minjae usually sleep together in the same bed. Sometimes they end up in Minjae's bed and sometimes in Junmin's. Being next to each other doesn't help Junmin all the time, but it's definitely better than lying in bed alone, fighting against his insomnia.
Although there are also occasions like tonight where they happen to sleep on their own in their respective rooms.
It wasn't planned. It was an accident, Junmin falling asleep in the middle of watching a video on YouTube. He didn't actually want to sleep yet. For once his body wanted to do something good for him, he guesses.
And if he's asleep, then he's asleep – a thing he still frequently struggles with. So who can blame him for going to bed like this?
The answer is easy. He'll blame himself. Because he wakes up from his sleep, but it isn't morning yet. It's in the middle of the night, his room completely dark, and his heart is racing.
And Minjae isn't there.
He's one room away, but Junmin's brain doesn't care about that. All it cares about is the fact that he can't see or feel the other right now. He feels so anxious that he thinks he stops breathing for a few seconds.
It's confusing for him, waking up like this. Experiencing anxiety as the first thing when he's still trying to grasp why he even woke up, how he even fell asleep in the first place.
Before it can get any worse, Junmin is already stumbling out of his bed and is on his way to Minjae's room, in record time. He doesn't bother turning on any lights.
If he was his normal self he would never burst into his room like this, forcefully waking Minjae up. The thing is that he isn't his normal self right now, he's drenched in anxiety and suffering from disrupted sleep once again. Junmin can't think or act rational.
"Minjae," he says, almost shouts, and stops to stand in front of his bed. He can't really see him, barely able to make out parts of his body in the dark. Minjae immediately jolts, bed sheets rustling.
"Junmin? What happened?" His voice is full of confusion, sounding a bit rough from the sleep he just left behind.
Junmin's body is trembling and it won't stop. When he doesn't answer, Minjae gets up and pulls him into his bed, hands coming up to hold his head in a protective manner. He's rocking Junmin's body from side to side in his arms.
"Wait, let me turn on a light," Minjae gently says and moves one of his hands to his bedside table. The small light doesn't allow them to see much, but it's enough, not too aggressive. It aids in Junmin regaining his composure, recognising his surroundings, his brain registering the safety that is Minjae's room.
"Hey, please look at me. You're safe with me, okay?"
Junmin does as he's told and looks into his eyes. He puts both of his hands on his boyfriend's shoulders to ground himself. It sort of works, it at least helps his body to stop shaking.
"You're okay, do you hear me?" Minjae continues, calmly guiding him through it. He has a talent for always knowing exactly what Junmin needs.
They breathe together and after some more minutes of holding each other Junmin returns to a normal, anxiety–free headspace. It kind of feels like he just woke up for a second time. He's exhausted now, for several reasons.
"Sorry for waking you up," is the first thing he says.
Minjae shakes his head, dismissing his apology. "No, it's all right. Do you feel better now?"
"Yeah, but I don't know what happened. I just woke up and then– Then I got anxious. Or... maybe I woke up because I was anxious?"
"That sounds awful. I wish I could have been there when you woke up."
"You were there! Just right now. So, thank you." Junmin truly is thankful. How many more times is the other going to save him? He hopes he'll save him in every universe and every life time.
Is that too selfish of him?
"Of course," Minjae says and smiles at him. He's still hugging Junmin, hand patting down his back.
"I don't know if I can go back to sleep now," Junmin voices out his worry.
It's a valid worry of his, the probability of falling asleep again being relatively low for him. Even though Junmin is back at his safe place, feeling more comfortable at Minjae's side, it's not that easy. Going to sleep will never be easy for him.
Minjae hums at that, his mind most likely already searching for a solution for the problem on hand.
"Well... I can't guarantee you any sleep, but I can guarantee you some distraction from your overactive brain."
There it is, his solution, Junmin supposes. He doesn't like how confident Minjae sounds about it. But he can't lie, it's kind of cute, too. It reminds him of when they made things official a few weeks ago.
"We're boyfriends now, right?" is what Minjae said back then after that night they had slept in his bed. He said it with so much confidence and certainty, Junmin hadn't expected it at all.
He had expected that Minjae wanted to talk about it first, but he didn't even ask if Junmin wanted to be his boyfriend. He just assumed they were together and that was that. Just like now, how he's once again asssuming he can help Junmin with no doubt.
"My overactive brain, huh?" Junmin quotes the other's words.
"Yes. I know how loud it is in there," Minjae replies, a finger pointing to Junmin's head. He sounds so serious about it, Junmin has to surpress a smile of adoration.
Maybe he is a bit lovesick.
But he is also curious. "So, what's your plan then?" Whatever Minjae came up with better be good. But he doesn't really doubt it, he always knows that Minjae will give his all if it means being there for Junmin.
"Oh, that. Hm." He pretends as if he hasn't thought about it yet, acts like he's clueless. "I guess I'll just have to replace all of your current thoughts with thoughts of me," he says and smoothly pulls his boyfriend into his lap, leaning his body back against the headboard.
"Make your brain forget everything else but me, you know." With no hesitation his hands settle on Junmin's hip bones.
He doesn't know how Minjae does this. All the time. How Minjae can be so blatantly honest and shameless with the things he does and says. It seems so easy for him. Meanwhile Junmin is rendered speechless, shy and fascinated at how fast the other changed up the mood.
His skin tingles from where they're touching each other and he thinks he just found his new favorite place to be in. Minjae's lap.
"What do you think?"
"I don't know. Seems like you have to show me if you are capable of doing so." Junmin is teasing him. Obviously he is very much capable of doing so. It's not really a question that needs to be answered, it's a fact, and he's pretty sure Minjae knows that as well.
Minjae knows almost everything about him.
The same way he must have also known that Junmin liked him back before Junmin even knew it himself. They had talked about it, Minjae confessing that he started falling for him early in their friendship. Whereas Junmin had never even considered Minjae as a potential romantic interest if they wouldn't have kissed.
"You're so pretty," his boyfriend suddenly blurts out, gazing at his features, taking his time to admire everything that is Junmin.
"You are," Junmin says quietly, looking to the side. Receiving compliments from Minjae while they are physically this close is making him even more shy.
"Come here," he gently orders, grabs Junmin's chin and makes his head turn back to face him.
It's not long before they're both leaning in, Minjae kissing him with determination. Junmin places his hands on the back of his neck, moving forwards on his lap, as close as it is possible.
The older gasps at his movement, breaking off their kiss. It's only for a second though, because then he dives back in, but with his tongue this time instead. Junmin accepts it, he takes it, and tries his best to give everything that Minjae gives back.
Sometimes their teeth clash with each other, but neither of them care. It's messy, but it does the job – distracting Junmin. He bites down on Minjae's tongue and giggles when the other pulls back at that, his face looking shocked. Like he did not expect that at all.
"You're so–" Minjae cuts himself off, hands moving up and down his boyfriend's waist. He swallows.
Then he tries again, groaning. "You're so hot, I'm going to die." His facial expression does kind of look like that.
"Do something about it, then." Junmin challenges him, not sure where all of his confidence suddenly comes from. He's high on Minjae's love, high on his touch – that might be it.
"I will," he whispers, more to himself than to Junmin.
And oh, he does. Minjae does something about it. Junmin certainly isn't prepared for any of it, even though it shouldn't have been that hard to see where this is going.
There's mischief in Minjae's eyes when he removes both of his hands from Junmin's hips. He places one of it around his neck instead, right on top of his adam's apple, not adding any pressure – just letting it rest there as a reminder. Junmin's body automatically reacts and makes him gulp down at that, the sensation of a hand around his throat newfound.
But Minjae is not done yet. Agonisingly slow, his free hand moves to Junmin's clothed crotch, applying the tiniest bit of pressure to it.
"Oh."
It's almost inaudible, Junmin's not even sure if it came out of his mouth or not, but his lips begin parting involuntarily.
Minjae's palm slowly moves in circles, looking down on Junmin's growing erection, smirking. He grabs his dick through his shorts, feeling him up until he's fully hard, listening to the little noises Junmin is making.
It's so much, but not enough, and Junmin is trying to hold himself back, closes his eyes in concentration. Lets the moans die down in his throat that Minjae is still holding. When he opens his eyes again Minjae is watching his face with a stern look, almost silently scolding him for being so quiet and for swallowing up all of those sweet sounds.
They don't need words to communicate, Junmin understands his boyfriend perfectly fine like this. His eyes wander down to Minjae's hand where he's still touching him, only to see that Minjae is also already hard, his cock straining against his sleep shorts.
He lets out a moan at that, which results in Minjae shoving his hand into his shorts. "You like that?" He asks while swiping his thumb over the head of his cock.
"Y–Yes," Junmin manages to answer, panting at the way Minjae's hand picks up in speed.
"Then let me hear you, baby." His voice is low, eyes fixated on every little reaction he can possibly get out of Junmin's face, mouth, body.
Junmin has the need to hide inside of Minjae, to merge into the other, wants to become one with him. The thought of Minjae desiring him this intensely is bringing him embarrassingly close, he might as well come in his pants like this. He can't stop thinking about the fact that the other gets off on making him feel good.
But he fulfills his boyfriend's wish and stops caring about the sounds he's making. He moans, lets out high–pitched whines that he knows Minjae loves to hear.
"Just like that," Minjae says, yet he's pulling his hands out of Junmin's shorts, suddenly leaving him untouched.
Junmin doesn't understand, whines even more at the loss of contact. He leaves kisses on Minjae's neck, hips rutting against the other's. Minjae has turned him needy, he can't stop now, no shame or shyness left in his body.
"Fuck," Minjae curses, sighing at the feeling. The clothing between them serves for better friction, their movements melting into each other.
"Why'd you stop touching me," Junmin complains into his neck, still moving his hips, clothed cocks rubbing against each other. "Felt so good."
"Because," Minjae starts, pushing at his body to bring a small distance between them. "I want you to use my thigh instead."
He says it as if it's the most normal thing ever. Suggests it like he would suggest what movie they should watch together. Minjae is only ever thinking about Junmin, about his well–being, his feelings and his pleasure, never about his own.
Before he can do anything else, Minjae is already maneuvering him to sit on his thigh, bringing a hand to his lower back.
Junmin is overwhelmed, he's put on the spot, doesn't dare move. His boyfriend is so hot with everything he does, it's unfair. He's also somehow always one step ahead of Junmin, catching him off guard in moments like these.
Minjae shakes his head because there isn't much of a reaction from the other. "You want me to do everything, don't you?"
Junmin opens his mouth, closes it again. Doesn't want to deny it, but also doesn't want to add anything to it. So what? Maybe he wants Minjae to help him a little bit. To show him how to make it feel good, to make it perfect. Wants him to make his insides twist in pleasure, wants him to be the only one to have this kind of control over his body.
"Minjae," Junmin breathes.
"Go ahead. Make yourself feel good. I know you can do it on your own," is what the other says, encouraging him to ride his thigh, leaving him to it.
The first few movements of Junmin's hips are hesitant, dripping with insecurity. It's difficult for him to just take and know Minjae is doing nothing but watching him.
"You won't be able to come like this," Minjae says firmly.
He flexes his thigh, helping him out, and soon it's easy for Junmin to gain some confidence and fall into a steady rhythm. It becomes easier to let himself go and get lost in the feeling. Still, he has to close his eyes, otherwise he fears it might get too much for him.
He whines on a particularly long drag of his cock against his thigh and misses Minjae's hand around his neck. "Can you– Can you–" He can't finish the question. It's mortifying to ask.
"What do you want me to do, baby?" Minjae asks instead and Junmin wonders how he has any self composure left. How he can act so unaffected by everything.
"Your– Your hand," he tries again. His face goes red when he says, "My neck. Please."
"You want my hand around your neck?"
How embarrassing. Junmin closes his eyes even harder, nodding. His hips slow down because he's so flustered at his own request and he doesn't know what Minjae is thinking.
Without saying another word, Junmin can feel the other's hand coming up his body until it gets a good grip on his neck. Before he can stop himself his mouth falls open and he moans, hips rutting forward again, searching for his release.
"God," Minjae groans. "You drive me insane."
Junmin opens his eyes after what feels like an eternity and looks at Minjae, his eyes wide, pupils dilated. He grabs Minjae's wrist, making sure his hand stays on his neck. Junmin lets out little 'ah, ah, ah's, feeling his cock smear pre–cum inside of his sleep shorts. It feels good, too good, and he knows he won't last much longer.
"I wish you could see yourself right now," Minjae says. Junmin doesn't wish for that though, it's already enough for him to look at the other and see his want written all over his face. He can tell that he must look obscene based on Minjae's facial expression.
"I'm close," he pants, hips moving more rapidly.
"Yeah?" Minjae observes him, listens to his sweet moans and sneaks the hand on his back even lower, over Junmin's ass. "You know what I wanna do with you next time?"
Junmin shakes his head from side to side, he's focusing on Minjae's voice, waiting for him to tell him what he wants to do. He's not sure he will survive hearing it, but he needs to know. He needs to know as much as he needs to come.
"Next time... when you can't sleep," he starts. He pauses, giving Junmin exactly three seconds to prepare for his world to be completely flipped over once he speaks further.
"I want to–" His index finger searches for his hole, hovering over it. "–be in here." He presses down, prodding at it, Junmin's shorts stopping his finger from entering his hole for real.
As if that isn't enough already, Minjae whispers, "I'll fuck you so good, you'll have the best sleep of your life after."
The imagery of it immediately solidifies itself in Junmin's brain, taking over everything else, no thoughts except Minjae. Minjae's fingers, Minjae's dick inside of him, Minjae promising him to fuck him so good, Minjae, Minjae, Minjae. He wants it, he wants all of it, wants even more than that.
The hand around his throat squeezes ever so gently and it's the last thing he needs to be pushed over the edge.
When Junmin comes, his thighs press impossibly closer, squeezing Minjae's and trapping it. His hips rut forward one more time before they still and a pained sound leaves his throat, something so lewd he never expected to hear from himself.
"That's it," Minjae says against his ear.
Junmin can't do anything against it, just lets his forehead fall on the other's shoulder, closing his eyes – body slumping down in satisfaction and exhaustion.
He feels so secure in this moment, but his mind starts to slowly catch up with his body again. His bangs are sweaty, his whole body is overheating and his thin shorts are soaked, making a mess on Minjae's thigh. To say it's not even a little bit uncomfortable would be a lie, but he doesn't want to move.
"Fuck, baby. Look at you. You did so well," Minjae praises him. He rewards him with kisses on top of his head. "Let's get you cleaned up."
"Don't wanna. So comfy on your thigh," Junmin murmurs. He opens is eyes nevertheless and it's only then that he realises that Minjae is still uncomfortably hard in his pants.
Minjae notices that he's looking. "You can always repay me in the shower," he says. Like the menace that he is he laughs at Junmin's visible tiredness.
Don't get him wrong. He wants to repay Minjae, he wants him to feel good as well. Junmin just doesn't see the need to make an effort, get up and shower and all that. After all it's still in the middle of the night and he finally feels like he could go back to sleep again.
Also, it's Thursday – meaning they probably need to be somewhere sometime later. They shouldn't lose too much time being awake, right?
But Minjae doesn't seem to share the same thoughts as him. He's pushing him off his thigh and gets up, leaving Junmin like a lifeless body on his bed.
"Ugh," he groans, turning on his back. "Don't you have a class in the morning? In like, I don't know, four hours?"
"Yes," Minjae answers. He's pulling at Junmin's arms, trying to get him out of bed. "So do you."
He's right. They both have classes in the morning. At this point they should just stay home and sleep in instead. Limbs heavy, Junmin gets on his feet with his boyfriend's help.
"So what. Maybe I won't go. But you, you would never skip a single class, I know you." He points a finger at Minjae's chest to emphasise his words.
"Let's just see depending on if we can get any more sleep, hm?" Minjae tilts his head cutely, ruffles a hand through the other's hair, smiling softly at him.
He's right, again. It makes sense. Maybe it's best to decide in a few hours whether they should be good students and attend their classes. It's not a problem for right now. And if Junmin hopes they'll accidentally sleep in then that's only for him to know.
"Come on," Minjae says, dragging out the last word because he's impatient. He grabs his hand and takes Junmin to their bathroom. "I'm tired too."
"Wow," Junmin scoffs. "Yet you still want me to make you come."
Minjae turns the shower on, starts taking off his clothes and lightheartedly says, "Well, it's only fair, though." His hands move to Junmin's clothes and when he's discarding his dirtied pants he stares at them a bit too long for it to be normal.
Junmin shoves a hand at his shoulder. "You perv." He acts as if he doesn't want to know what goes on in Minjae's head, when in reality he can't deny that it's kind of hot.
"What? I made my boyfriend come in his pants, why can't I look at the mess he made?" Minjae defends himself. He puts both of their clothes away to finally step into the shower.
"I know you think it's hot too," he adds.
Junmin can't and won't answer to that. Just because Minjae knows doesn't mean he has to verbally confirm it. He follows him under the hot water and places a kiss on his naked shoulder.
"How do you want me?" He asks, pushing his wet hair out of his face.
"So eager and pliant for me, huh?" Minjae smirks and Junmin wants to hit him. Because it's the truth. He's right where the other wants him and he's feeding into it, wanting nothing more than to please Minjae.
When Junmin doesn't say anything back, Minjae's facial expression softens. "You're so cute. All for me." He taps a finger on Junmin's nose, eyes full of affection for him.
"Yeah," Junmin agrees, averting his gaze to the floor, watching the water go down the drain. He needs to stop looking at Minjae for a moment because it's infuriating how beautiful he is, it's suffocating how sweetly he treats him. It doesn't help that they're standing in front of each other, naked.
"Get on your knees, baby. I'll take care of you," Minjae says.
Which is ironic, because Junmin is the one that's supposed to be taking care of Minjae right now. He knows what he means by that, though. He means that he'll be careful. He'll make sure Junmin won't be in pain or in danger because of the wet floor. He'll look after him.
So Junmin complies and lets his body sink down, knees meeting the cold shower floor. He looks up at Minjae and innocently asks, "Do I look pretty like this?"
Minjae's jaw tenses. He can't keep his hands to himself, they're running through Junmin's hair, tracing along the lines of his face. "You look like the prettiest." His fingertips stop on his chin and he looks into his eyes.
"I love having you like this."
He curses under his breath when Junmin starts licking up the little droplets of water on his face. "I love it too," Junmin whispers.
He ponders on what to say next, wants to make Minjae go crazy and lose his mind over him. He needs it so bad. All sleepiness that he has felt minutes before is vanished, washed away by the water.
"Please," Junmin begs, voice whiny. Minjae raises an eyebrow at him, which shouldn't be as attractive as it is. It makes Junmin's insides turn and feel all mushy.
"What?"
"Need you," he continues whining. "Need you in my mouth, please."
He becomes fidgety with the need to please, knees moving on the floor and knocking together. If he wanted, he could just take it. Minjae is right in front of him, there is nothing stopping him. But he wants him to initiate it, wants him to take charge, wants and wants and wants.
"Fucking hell. You need it that bad?"
Junmin nods enthusiastically. He puts both of his hands on top of his own thighs and stays still like a good boy. Waits for Minjae to do something.
"Open up, then."
Junmin opens up wide, shows off his tongue, ready to take Minjae. The other slowly guides his cock into his mouth, asks, "Do you trust me?" and Junmin nods, starts licking around the head.
"Tell me if it's too much, okay? I need you to tell me, baby."
He knows Minjae will only continue if he receives a verbal answer from him, so Junmin gives him one, pulls off his cock for a second. "I will."
"All right. Now be a good boy for me," Minjae says and places his hands on the back of Junmin's head, fingers threading through his hair.
Anticipation and impatience is getting to Junmin. His body rocks forward at the words his boyfriend used, they're repeatedly swarming around in his head, and he desires to be what Minjae needs. What he commands.
To be good. For him.
In one sharp thrust Minjae's cock hits the back of his throat, with no warning at all. He whimpers at the feeling of Junmin's mouth around him, of finally getting some relief. Junmin gags a little, not used to the roughness, yet he doesn't care too much as long as it feels good for Minjae. As long as it means that he can be good for him.
Minjae stills for a moment, only to pull out again and to continue his thrusts. When his moans become louder, Junmin tries his best to swallow around him, to hold back his tears. He's feverishly hot with the need to make the other come, to get a taste of it. Nothing else matters.
"You look so pretty taking my cock," Minjae praises him. "So good for me."
Junmin moans around him, gives his own dick some lazy strokes, can't hold back anymore. He wanted to help Minjae get off, but now he feels like he'll implode if he doesn't get to come again. Minjae doesn't slow down with his thrusts, closes his eyes in pleasure, holds Junmin's head right where he needs him to be.
He can make out the exact moment Minjae is about to come, his eyebrows knitting together, a bunch of different curse words rolling off his tongue.
"Junmin," he says out of breath. "I'm– Ah, fuck–"
He doesn't need to hear the rest of it. Junmin's jaw hurts but he tries opening his mouth even wider, accomodating Minjae. He'll be good, the best.
Minjae pulls out his dick as soon as he's finished, panting. "God damn," he sighs. "You okay?"
Junmin wants to answer, say yes, of course. Instead he savors his cum in his mouth, gulps it all down and looks up in the other's eyes. He opens his mouth once more to show Minjae his clean tongue, to let him know that it wasn't too much for him. That he can take it, and that he took him well.
Minjae smiles at that and pulls him up to stand on his wobbly knees. He gives him one, two, three kisses on his mouth and embraces him in a hug, naked bodies colliding.
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Junmin opens his eyes and immediately regrets it, wishes he wouldn't have. The first thing he notices is that he doesn't feel rested – it actually feels like he didn't sleep at all.
Memories from Minjae's and his nightly activities come flooding in his brain. He remembers that they both have classes today and checks the time.
Well. They start in less than thirty minutes. So, no classes today it is. But it also makes Junmin wonder – he still slept for three hours. Combined with the sleep he has gotten before he went to Minjae's room, it isn't too bad. It shouldn't be. Yet his head is hurting and he wants to sleep for another ten hours. If only he could.
Maybe he should wake up Minjae. It's not like he could get to class in time, but telling him he'll miss his class is better than not letting him know. Right? Junmin doesn't know. He looks so peaceful while asleep, it's hard having to be the one to wake him up.
He convinces himself that the right decision is to let him sleep, at least for another hour or so, and leaves the room. On his way out of the room he snatches Minjae's hoodie from his chair and puts it on. It's gotten quite chilly since they left the windows open during the night.
When Junmin feels like he's a bit more awake he decides he wants to do something good for his boyfriend. Something sweet for when he wakes up, something that shows how grateful he is for everything he does.
Breakfast. That's a simple idea, a nice gesture to start off the day. He settles on making both of them breakfast.
First, Junmin arranges some strawberries in a bowl, slices up an apple and an orange. All with the thought of doing it for Minjae. He starts making waffle batter after that, wanting to do something they don't often eat for breakfast. The waffles turn out to be fluffy just how he intended to make them and he's kind of proud of himself, even if it took some time.
"Looking good."
"Huh?" A bit startled, Junmin turns around and sees Minjae coming closer.
"My hoodie. You look good in it," he clarifies. His voice is low and Junmin wonders when exactly he woke up. Based on his heavy eyelids it couldn't have been too long ago.
"Are you trying to say that you want me to keep it?"
"Maybe." Minjae gives him a hug, arms loosely clinging to Junmin's body. There's something so domestic about it that it makes Junmin's heart beat faster.
"Good. Because I will."
Maybe he won't. Keeping the hoodie to himself means it won't be Minjae's anymore and that doesn't make it special. It wouldn't be the same as it is right now, the way he borrowed it without asking. But if the other insists on it, Junmin will happily continue wearing it.
He frees himself from Minjae's hold in order to finish preparing the food.
"But this also looks good," he says while pointing at the waffles and fruit Junmin is carefully putting on the table.
"I hope you like it. I wanted to do something for you," Junmin shyly admits and takes a seat at the table. "Sit down, babe."
Minjae smiles widely and sits down across from him. "You're too good to me," he says, placing his elbow on the table, letting his head rest on top of one hand.
He looks pretty like this. Dreamy. Minjae is wearing a normal pyjama, hair a bit messy from sleep, yet Junmin thinks he's stunning. He always thinks that, but right now it feels more enhanced. It's Minjae's natural beauty.
"Are you mad I didn't wake you up?" Junmin asks after a few seconds. He places a warm waffle on Minjae's plate and pushes a glass of water into his direction.
"No, of course not." He smiles in reassurance. Still a little sleepy, but sincere.
"Really? But your class–"
"It's okay, really. I can miss it once," Minjae giggles. "Didn't know you're more worried about my classes than I am."
"Well, I care about you," Junmin says quietly, looking down on his plate. Relieved that the other doesn't think them staying home is too big of a deal.
If he had been looking at Minjae just now he would have seen how fondly he's looking at him. But he doesn't see it, too occupied with the bowl of strawberries, popping one of them into his mouth.
"When did you wake up?"
"About an hour ago, maybe? I wish I would have slept longer," Junmin answers. He looks up at Minjae again who looks like he's enjoying the food to the fullest. It's cute. He's always cute like this in the mornings.
"Aw, baby. Yet you still made all of this for me?" He stands up from his chair, leans his body forward and gives Junmin a kiss on the cheek. When he sits back down he shoves more of his waffle into his mouth and says, "Thank you."
"Thank you," Junmin says back to Minjae. "For distracting me last night." The corners of his lips turn up into a bashful smile.
"Anytime. I knew it would work," he replies, winking at Junmin.
The amount of love Minjae is giving him almost erases all feelings of sleep deprivation he carries inside of his body. It overtakes everything else, grows bigger in his heart each day. Love, it's a strong word. It lies heavy on his tongue. Junmin knows that it's not long until it will come out of his mouth, until he'll say it to his boyfriend.
Eventually there will be a right moment, and he hopes Minjae will say it back to him, will promise him everything he wants, will commit his future to him. He can already imagine what it would be like, almost like he knows it will happen soon.
For now, Junmin will say it in his head. He'll think about how to make each word sound perfect. How to convey his true feelings.
I love you.
It's not that scary. It's not that bad. Nothing could be scary or bad when he's with Minjae. The older watches him as if he knows exactly what Junmin is thinking about. He smiles at him and Junmin thinks maybe, just maybe, Minjae is thinking,
I love you, too.