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Kyungsoo feels achy all over when he gets out of work, throwing his uniform onto the passenger seat before settling into the blessed silence of his car. It’s late. One glance at the clock on the dashboard tells him it’s late enough for his mate to be getting antsy. He’s a bit surprised he hasn’t received a whiny call yet—maybe Baekhyun managed to distract himself for long enough to let Kyungsoo’s lateness slide.
Massaging his shoulder, he rifles through his bag to retrieve his phone. Baekhyun’s name is underneath his favorites list and easy to dial.
The instant his fiance picks up, he gives Kyungsoo no time before he says, “Hey, beautiful.”
Kyungsoo laughs. Is there any point in fighting it anymore? He's so used to Baekhyun's antics, he doesn't bat an eye. "Are you home?"
“Where else?” There’s a sound like Baekhyun rolling over. “I’m in bed, waiting for my husband to cuddle with.”
My husband. Of course. If there's one way to get Kyungsoo to use his doting voice, that's it. Even though they're only engaged, Baekhyun has made it a habit to call him his husband. The day Kyungsoo proposed, that was the role he assumed. No middle ground needed. To his mate, they were already married. “Are you?” Kyungsoo asks, leaning back in his seat with a smile. He really can't help it, can he? He's in deep. If his friends heard him right now, if they saw his stupid grin and heart-eyes, they'd think he'd gone crazy.
Well, to be fair, he was pretty crazy in love.
“You’re done with work, right? Hurry up already. I miss you.”
“I don’t know… I was thinking of stopping by Minseok’s place—”
“Alpha. Don’t tease me.”
Kyungsoo grins, tilting his head. “I’ll be there in a few.”
“Okay. Drive safely! I love you.”
Kyungsoo says it back and puts away his phone. He can’t wait to get home, thankful that the drive is smooth and without traffic as he listens to the radio while humming along. God, he misses his omega’s voice already. His scent, too, has faded from hours in the kitchen—one of the few complaints he has about his job, aside from the terribly long hours that keep the two of them apart.
The ache returns when he steps out of the car, stretching. It’s a humid night. He’s already craving AC again and maybe a nice warm bath. That, and a good meal. His stomach keeps growling; you’d think working as a chef would mean never being hungry, but feeding others comes first. He’s just about ready to fall over.
When he unlocks the door, he nearly does.
“Babe!”
Kyungsoo almost has a heart attack when Baekhyun jumps on him, sending him back a few steps before he catches his balance. He has to tug Baekhyun inside to close the door and get out of the heat. Then he rocks Baekhyun back and forth, holding him. “Hey,” he says.
“Hi.”
“Did you eat?”
Baekhyun shakes his head. Kyungsoo frowns. “What? It’s late. Aren’t you hungry?”
“I was waiting for you,” Baekhyun says sulkily. “You were late.”
“I’m sorry, love. We got so busy last minute and I couldn’t text you to let you know. Don’t wait for me next time, okay? I don’t want you going hungry.”
Baekhyun draws back to look at him prettily. “But I want to eat with you.”
“I know.” They’ll talk about this more later. For now Kyungsoo just wants to kiss him sweetly and whip up something quick. Since it’s late, Kyungsoo makes both of them sandwiches, and they settle at the counter across from each other to eat.
“How was work?” Baekhyun asks. “Busy?”
“A little. But it’s okay.”
“You always say it’s okay.”
“Because it’s always okay.” Kyungsoo laughs. “I’m sorry. Did you want me to say it was hard?”
“If it’s hard, then you can take it out on me.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Baekhyun tilts his head. “I don’t know. Maybe… cuddles?”
“I’ll cuddle you no matter what.” And with the way he was looking at him, maybe do even more.
“Yeah, but… you always get up early.”
“Baekhyunnie. I have to keep a consistent sleeping schedule, or I’ll be tired all the time like you.”
“Hey!” Baekhyun pouts. “I’m not.”
“You’re always napping.”
“Because naps are nice.” Baekhyun chews on his lip, frowning. “Do you have work tomorrow?”
“I don’t.”
“Then stay in bed with me,” Baekhyun pleads. Before Kyungsoo can say anything, he says, “Pretty please? I’ll be your best friend.”
“Aren’t you already?”
“I’ll be your husband.”
Kyungsoo raises an eyebrow. “You already promised that.”
“Babyyy. Stop being mean.”
Laughing, Kyungsoo says, “What do you mean? I’m not being mean.”
“You’re being a bully.”
“You’re being needy.”
“But don’t you like it when I’m needy?” Baekhyun flutters his lashes. “Aren’t I cute when I’m needy? Didn’t you say it makes you feel energized when I’m needy?”
“Well… yes.”
Baekhyun comes around the counter and puts his arms around his neck, kissing his head. Then he starts rubbing his cheek against him. It’s a familiar movement. Kyungsoo leans into it, letting his omega scent him. “Alpha,” Baekhyun purrs. Kyungsoo feels his body react instantly, wanting Baekhyun even closer. “Give me attention.”
“You have it all,” Kyungsoo says. He turns in his seat and Baekhyun slots himself between his legs, putting Kyungsoo’s face into his neck. “How did you know?” Kyungsoo asks after a moment. His voice is muffled against Baekhyun’s shoulder.
“Know what?”
“Work was shitty today.”
“Aww, baby.” Baekhyun hugs him tighter. “Busy?”
“Busy. Some guy changed his mind about his order halfway through me making it and I had to scrap it.”
Baekhyun gasps. “What? And you didn’t say ‘fuck you?’”
“I said it in my head.”
The sensation of Baekhyun’s laugh against his neck is both ticklish and warming. “I’m sorry you had to go through a shitty day at work. But I’m glad you’re home with me now.”
Kyungsoo sighs and closes his eyes, enjoying the way that his omega nuzzles his skin with his nose. “Me, too.”
“I was missing my cuddles all day,” Baekhyun says. “Coming home from work but not having you there made me super sad.”
Just for him. Baekhyun has his honeyed baby voice, all pouty and cute and clingy, just to pamper him. Even when Kyungsoo is tired, he loves it when his omega is needy for him. And Baekhyun knows it. He plays up to that need to be needed so well, demanding things like a child and being painfully adorable and sweet. Kyungsoo doesn’t deserve him.
Just so he can kiss Baekhyun’s cheek. That’s why he shifts to make Baekhyun pull back, making himself look properly remorseful. “I’m sorry, love.”
Baekhyun huffs. “Sorry for what?”
This game again. Kyungsoo lets out a small laugh and says, “Sorry for leaving my pretty omega all alone at home.”
“I’m your pretty omega?”
“The prettiest.” Reaching up, Kyungsoo brushes the hair from his face. “You are, right? My pretty omega. So handsome, too.”
“Mmm.”
“Okay, love. Let’s clean up. I need to take a bath, so you can go ahead and sleep. I’ll join you in a bit.”
Baekhyun frowns when Kyungsoo slips away. As they clean up, he says, “I want to take a bath with you.”
Kyungsoo glances at the clock. “It’s late.”
“I don’t care.”
“Fine,” Kyungsoo says. “But it’s going to be a quick one, okay? No fooling around.”
“Yes, sir.”
Rolling his eyes, Kyungsoo helps Baekhyun clear the table. They do the dishes together, or more like Kyungsoo does the dishes while Baekhyun hugs him, and then they take a bath. It feels nice to relax after a long shift. His muscles still feel sore, but Baekhyun helps to massage the ache out of his body.
"Feels good?" Baekhyun asks when Kyungsoo breathes out, closing his eyes. He feels like leaning back against Baekhyun's chest and falling asleep. Instead, he tilts his head to give Baekhyun better access and nods.
"Feels good. I didn't realize how sore I was."
A particular dig into his shoulder forces a sound out of his mouth and Baekhyun focuses on the area diligently. "My poor alpha," he says. "You were tired, weren't you?"
"Mmm."
Another moment passes in silence, just Baekhyun working the knots out of his muscles with practiced movements. Then his mate eases up on the pressure and rubs his back. "Let's go to bed? You might fall asleep like this."
There’s just enough energy in him to feel indignant. “Says who?”
“Says me, silly.”
Turning to look at him, Kyungsoo presses a kiss against his lips. He can’t help it. Baekhyun’s voice is too cute to ignore, and he wants to give him all of his attention and everything else. “Then, if you say so.”
“I do say so.” Standing, Baekhyun grabs a towel and steps out dripping. He holds out his hand and Kyungsoo takes it. "My handsome alpha, take me to bed?"
God, his omega was really going to be the death of him. Kyungsoo pulls him to the bedroom and they dry off before getting into comfy clothes and sitting on the mattress.
“Let me see,” Baekhyun says before they can lift the covers to lie under. Kyungsoo’s a little confused, but when Baekhyun reaches out, he gives him his hand again.
Baekhyun smiles. He looks at the ring on Kyungsoo’s finger, focused.
“It’s still there, Baekhyunnie.”
“It better be.” Baekhyun examines the stone, a pretty gem they’d chosen together after a grueling process of elimination. “You won’t leave me for some young omega, will you?”
“You’re young.”
“Okay, but will you?”
“We’re mated.”
“You’re avoiding the question.”
Kyungsoo laughs. “No, I won’t leave you for some young omega.”
“What if they’re hot?”
“No.”
“But, like. Really hot. What if they had my personality but they were hotter than me?”
“Baekhyun. I wouldn’t leave you.”
“But what if?” Baekhyun insists. Kyungsoo cups his face in between his hands.
He squishes his cheeks. “Even if they had your personality but they were hotter than you—which is actually impossible, by the way—I wouldn’t leave you. Because it’s you. Okay?”
Baekhyun looks unconvinced. “Okay…”
Leaning in, Kyungsoo teeths at the mark he’d left at the base of Baekhyun’s neck earlier. The contact makes his omega shiver; Kyungsoo takes pleasure in knowing that he has that kind of effect on him. “Should I prove it to you?”
Lightly, he bites down. Baekhyun whimpers. “N- no. Kyungja, I’m sleepy.”
Kyungsoo frowns. “Are you just saying that because you think I’m tired?”
Baekhyun doesn’t answer. Caught him.
“I’m never tired when it comes to you, love.”
“I’m really tired,” Baekhyun insists. He lightly pushes him away, chewing his lip. What a liar. But Kyungsoo won’t force him even if he knows he wants it, knows that he’s denying it for Kyungsoo’s sake. “Sleep with me.”
“Of course.”
Baekhyun pulls him down and cuddles against him, breathing out.