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Youngkyun heard the door of the studio creak open and then the noise of someone clearing their throat quite pointedly, a sure sign of someone trying to get his attention. His eyes flickered over his work for the last time before he clicked save on his track and spun around. Taeyang stood by the entryway, arms crossed and an exasperated look on his face. He didn’t even have to say a word before Youngkyun remembered promising an hour ago (or two?) that he’d be back soon for dinner. An instantaneous pulse of guilt flashed through him, and he scooted his chair over to where Taeyang stood, his arms reaching out like a child begging for a teddy bear.
Taeyang held off for a second, his lips twisted into a sulky pout that Youngkyun couldn’t help but want to kiss, before he gave in with a fond smile, crouching down to give Youngkyun a cozy hug.
“Sorry for missing dinner,” Youngkyun said after a moment of soaking in his warmth. His fatigue from staring at his computer monitor drained away as he felt Taeyang’s hand softly pat his back. Who needed coffee when you could have Taeyang? “I’ll make it up to you. Have you already eaten?”
Taeyang shook his head into Youngkyun’s chest before pulling away to examine him. Youngkyun resisted a mild urge to make a silly face, knowing that he’d get smacked. “You’ve been working hard, haven’t you. I couldn’t dare eat without you.”
“Is there anything you’re craving?” He questioned, tugging on Taeyang’s sleeve. His fingers caught slightly on the bracelet he had bought Taeyang a while ago, and he rubbed it absentmindedly. “I’ll make sure you get something extra special.”
Taeyang shrugged, “Samgyeopsal?”
Youngkyun brightened up, not realizing that Taeyang’s smile had broadened at his clear excitement. He stood up and bounced towards the door, his fingers slipping naturally into Taeyang’s. “Let’s get going then, my treat!”
At some resistance from Taeyang’s side, he turned around expectantly. Taeyang just giggled and pointed at the desk. “Aren’t you going to turn off your laptop? The samgyeopsal won’t run away.”
“Ah...” Dropping Taeyang’s hand, he quickly walked back to his computer to save one more time just in case, and shut it off. “And now we can get going!” he declared.
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Later that night, they lay curled up on Taeyang’s bed, hearts and stomachs full. After coming home from dinner they’d taken a quick shower together before flopping onto the bed, Youngkyun not wanting to go to his own room. Youngkyun pressed a kiss to Taeyang’s cheeks and was gifted with Taeyang’s giggle.
“Thank you for being patient with me.” He murmured, a little drowsy from the hearty dinner. He saw the surprised look on Taeyang’s face, before the other responded.
Taeyang shook his head briefly before pushing the fallen hair out of his face. “Don’t worry about it. If it wasn’t you this time, it would’ve been me in the practice room.”
Based on their past record, Youngkyun knew that that was true. Picking each other up from late night sessions was “their thing” now, and although the others would chide softly (especially Inseong and Dawon) they’d stubbornly continue to work. Turns out that the power of love and the guilt of denying your boyfriend kisses is a good deterrent to overworking yourself.
Youngkyun poked the same cheek he had kissed earlier, feeling the plump bounce of the skin after Taeyang’s rigorous skincare routine. “Let’s not make this too much of a habit then.”
“Look who’s talking,” Taeyang retorted, grabbing Youngkyun’s index finger and biting down gently. Youngkyun made a face, the sensation making him slightly ticklish. Taeyang’s face filled with mirth and he hooked his arms around Youngkyun’s body to pull him even closer, if that was even possible. “Time to sleep now.”
“The light is closer to your side,” Youngkyun said with a yawn, his eyes already closing.
Taeyang just rolled his eyes and turned off the desk lamp next to him with one outstretched arm. Youngkyun murmured a quick thanks and snuggled his face deeper into the crook of Taeyang’s neck. The day had been long, starting with group practice early in the morning, before each of them went to their own lessons and activities. But everything felt good, knowing that they were achieving their dreams, and that he would wake up the next day surrounded (quite literally in the case of Taeyang) by the people he loved.