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Han Seungwoo will be home today; he have been away for so long that his comforter didn’t contain his warmth anymore, have been away so long that Dongpyo doesn’t remember to count how many days left until he’ll be back to their shared apartement, finally just a room away from him. Altough Seungwoo promise it’s just three month, it stretches like eternity and Dongpyo sleep hiding under the comforter wishing Seungwoo will surprise him in the morning; which he did not, and the latter feel his heart sinking a bit.
But Seungwoo is here now, with his luggage doubled with food and stuffs from abroad that he bought mostly for Dongpyo (and snack for Hangyul, some weirdass toys for Dohyon, and few other small things for the rest), skin tanned a bit from which he encounter the summer sun harsher than the one they have here, and smell foreign nothing like Dongpyo remember. His teases still the same, his hand still wrapped his cheek the same way, his eyes still glimmer the same, and Dongpyo were more than happy, he were ecstatic; Seungwoo is finally home.
Dongpyo sits on their balcony, feeling the wind which brought the temperature down to a bit more bearable condition. Startled only when a cold can touches his neck, he squeak a lame, high pitched squeak responded in an airy laugh emitted by the older. Seungwoo sits down besides him, handing him the cold canned juice he bought from the conbini below. Dongpyo lean onto Seungwoo’s shoulder, trying to be close enough to remember how being near Seungwoo feel like, or how his breathing pattern were like, or how he let a loose chuckle before brushing his knuckle on Dongpyo’s temple, the gentle hand that so used to keep him safe.
“Something’s wrong? You’ve been quiet since dinner.”
Dongpyo shook his head, nothing’s wrong, Seungwoo’s finally here. He just feel ... tired, maybe tired because he did his assignment all day long so he will be free tomorrow to spent whole day with Seungwoo, or maybe he just tired of waiting.
“Got something to say to me? I mean, you can always trust me.”
Dongpyo look at him quickly, albeit a bit cluelessly, but he finally propped to his knees, his lips near enough to whisper, though he have no need to keep it a secret (everyone know, even Dohyon is tired about him repeating it again and again), but he’ll say it anyway.
“I miss you.”
Seungwoo smiles a bit, turn to face Dongpyo; whose eyes shimmers, lips hanging loosely (cute, Seungwoo thought), face full of wonder, relief, and tireness. “I know, I’m home.”
Moonlight shine upon him as Dongpyo smiles, softly. “Welcome home.”
And finally, Seungwoo is home.
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Their forehead touches and Seungwoo never felt as ease as he did now, he should be asleep by now, he swear it been hours since Seungwoo invited Dongpyo to share the bed for the night and it been a while since the younger have slipped to unconciousness. But sleep arrive harder than he thought, though Pyo’s breathe are more than enough to lull him to sleep, he found himself awake albeit a bit absent-minded.
Being away too long from home make him forget how small Dongpyo is, and how he likes to be held safe under Seungwoo’s hand over him. But he thought it all worth the wait, it’s not everyday he heard Pyo’s nags to him to have brunch tomorrow at their favorite place, and for him to skip classes just to spent entire day with Seungwoo, knowing the older will be busy after the weekend passed.
His hold tighten unconciously, dragging the smaller’s body over to him in a protective manner. He thought to himself, he shouldn’t encourage Pyo skipping classes anymore, but in the end, who is Han Seungwoo in front of Son Dongpyo?