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Arriving alone in Incheon airport is a rare experience—even rarer without an audience of press and fans to usher him through. Today, it’s just his manager, and he’s glad for it.
Renjun had called management and the other dreamies from his childhood bedroom yesterday, and it was decided. In a few days’ time, the end of his hiatus will be announced, and he’ll return to full-time group activities.
He’s terrified. He’s incredibly relieved. He’s got anxiety dancing in his stomach—and his heart is lighter, knowing he’s going back to what he loves.
But before he can go back to long hours in practice rooms, to recording and briefings and concerts and travel and fanmeetings and preparing his best self to present to the world—
Renjun has someone he needs to see.
He’s not due at the company building for a few more hours, so his manager accepts—and doesn’t seem so surprised—when he requests they stop at Jeno’s place first.
All seven of them will see each other at practice later that night. But making the time to properly greet his boyfriend, after months of missing each other’s schedules, between the tour and Renjun’s recovery and the million other obstacles between them… well. It was a no brainer.
Jeno doesn’t know he’s coming, and nerves build in Renjun’s stomach as they pull up to his building. He thanks his manager and lets himself into the building, pulling his case behind him. What if Renjun is disturbing a nap? What if Jeno is out? What if he’s mad that Renjun didn’t update him about his flight?
It’s silly—Jeno isn’t fussy like that. Renjun is just a little nervous to see his boyfriend again after so long apart.
All that goes away when he enters the code to Jeno’s apartment with shaking hands, and steps inside.
Jeno is sitting on the sofa, pulling himself up to look around at the opening door. When he spots Renjun, his eyes widen in surprise, eyebrows disappearing into his soft, dark hair, loose over his forehead. He’s in a soft, plain t-shirt and sweatpants, and there’s some video playing on the TV, and the apartment is dimly lit.
Renjun is home.
“You’re back?” Jeno says, and Renjun kicks off his shoes, leaves his case by the door, and hurries across the room to his boyfriend.
Jeno naturally opens up for Renjun to jump onto him, his arms around Jeno’s shoulders, Jeno’s around his back. He tries to hold back tears as the familiar sight, scent, and feel of Jeno envelops him—the warmth of his body, the welcome comfort of his embrace.
“I’m back,” Renjun says into his shoulder, and Jeno buries his face into Renjun’s neck, inhaling.
“I missed you,” he says, and Renjun pulls his face away, sitting comfortably back on Jeno’s lap.
His boyfriend looks up at him with round eyes, and Renjun places his hands on either side of Jeno’s face, thumbs pressed against his cheeks, fingers splayed around his ears.
“I’m not leaving again,” he promises, and leans down to press a soft kiss against Jeno’s mouth.
Jeno reciprocates as easily as breathing, hands coming down to hold Renjun’s waist and lower back, keeping him steady as they kiss slowly, revelling in the easy intimacy between them.
Renjun’s hands run along the curve of Jeno’s jaw until one hand is in his hair—plenty long enough to hold, now, to run his fingers through—and starts caressing him there, slow and languid as they kiss and kiss.
Jeno gets brave enough to pull Renjun’s bottom lip between his teeth, and it’s enough to have him opening his mouth a little more, inviting Jeno to get a little deeper, wetter if he wants.
But Jeno surprises him by moving to kiss along his cheek instead, towards his ear, then down towards his jaw. Renjun tilts his head to the side, and Jeno pulls him in closer, bringing their chests together so he can easily kiss down Renjun’s neck.
He sighs at the feeling—he’s always been sensitive there, and Jeno has always been thorough with his love. Renjun keeps his hold in Jeno’s hair, other hand on his shoulder, as Jeno nips his teeth at Renjun’s sensitive skin, presses wet lips against his neck, kisses and sucks and holds him all the while.
“I missed you so much,” Jeno says between kisses, voice low, surprisingly shy into Renjun’s neck.
“I missed you more,” he says, and Jeno kisses his Adam’s apple with a wet noise before leaning back to look at him again.
“Not true,” he says, before leveraging an arm under Renjun’s thighs, the other hand steady on his back, and moving to shift them both over on the sofa. Renjun ends up on his back, head pillowed against a cushion, Jeno using one hand to prop himself up over him.
“Is true,” Renjun says, and he can’t stop himself from smiling up at him, at the joyful shine in Jeno’s eyes, at the giddy, pleasant sensation he’s feeling all over—
He’s back. He’s really, finally back.
“No,” Jeno says, and slides his hands under Renjun’s shirt, revealing his soft stomach, narrow chest. “Look how much I missed you!”
He dips down to press a kiss to Renjun’s hipbone, then starts to kiss along his stomach, the deliberate press of each kiss making a sweet, clear sound. By the time he reaches Renjun’s ribs, Renjun is giggling, and he’s not even sure why. He just feels so happy to be back, to be welcomed home with open arms.
It’s not like he doubted that would be the case—but it’s different to experience the evidence of Jeno’s love and longing like this, in sweet kisses and hushed confessions.
“Come here, up here,” he says, and brings a hand to Jeno’s hair again, pulling him up to face him.
Jeno gets one hand on his waist as he does, his thumb slowly stroking the unblemished skin there.
“I can’t stay long. I’ve got to meet with the company. But I love you. And I missed you. Thank you for waiting for me.”
Jeno pouts, and Renjun pulls him forward to kiss it off him.
“Don’t thank me for waiting for you. It was obvious. We would all wait as long as it took.”
Renjun kisses him again.
“And I love you too.”
And again.
“And I missed you most.”
Renjun holds him in the kiss this time, licks into his mouth just to surprise him, wrapping both arms around his neck to hold him close and kiss him deeply.
Their breathing and the slick sound of their lips is the only thing he hears. Jeno’s warm body pressed up against him is the only thing he feels. When they part, Jeno’s pink mouth, his messy hair, his soft clothes and flushed cheeks, are the best things he’s seen in months.
“Don’t go yet,” Jeno murmurs, settling his weight more onto Renjun, as if to anchor him here.
Renjun groans a little, but welcomes him into his body, as if they could become one.
“I’m still here. You’ve still got me.”
“Good. No more leaving.”
“No,” Renjun says softly, pressing a kiss into Jeno’s hair. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Mine.”
“Mmh-hmm,” Renjun agrees fondly. “Yours.”