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Beomgyu felt like he’d just walked into a work of art being made, like at any moment someone would snap at him to get out of the way so they could finish painting this delicately laid scene.
Even to his own ears, that sounded silly. Surely for anyone else the view would be nothing special, perhaps even underwhelming. A tall man dressed in worn out clothes, mismatched colors put together resembling an attempt at a clown costume, washing dishes and singing along to whatever song was playing - as talented as Soobin is, somehow it all vanished the very second eyes left his figure, like it wasn’t worth it to strain his body if no one was hearing.
It was all too endearing. It made Beomgyu fall in love all over again.
The backpack weighted heavily on his shoulders and his legs throbbed with exhaustion, a gift from endless hours spent sitting on a cramped plane, bouncing his lega to the rhythm of his impatience as if it would make time go by faster. In all the time he’s spent working with the boys, he’s never had to go somewhere all alone. It was suffocating. He felt incomplete without them around, most of all without him around.
The thought snapped his focus somewhere else, brows furrowing in confusion. There were supposed to be four people here, but judging by Soobin’s soapy concert it seemed that they were all by themselves for whatever reason. With that realization, he couldn’t hold back the grin that took over his face, slightly too big even for his own standards. He took pride in being a cheerful person, but no joke or prank could ever compare to the excitement of finding himself alone with the one he loves the most.
He wondered if the charm of romantic love was turning him into too much of a sap, but a suddenly flash of Soobin’s blushing cheeks reminded him that he didn’t care about what others thought.
His arms moved slowly to shrug the bag’s straps off his shoulders. Putting down luggage down was never so draining, somehow the simple act felt so dangerous, the threat of something slipping out of his hands and thudding loudly seemed more intimidating than it ever should. In hindsight it might not seem like a big deal, but he simply wasn’t ready to let go of this moment just yet.
He still hadn’t snapped a picture of Soobin’s frame embraced by the sun in the kitchen, so comfortable on this random morning, looking not like a best selling artist or nominee for some big award but just a 20 something year old doing chores on a lazy Sunday. Beomgyu felt like his heart was about to burst with affection at the thought that he was the only one in the world who could see his lover - his, only his - like this.
Making sure to turn off the sound and flash, a forgetful mistake he swore to never make again after a failed attempt to sneak a shot of Soobin sporting a fashionable beard during a bubble bath, he took a picture and promised to remember to use it as his wallpaper later. He was sure he’d forget all about it in a couple minutes, but that just meant that the moment his eyes laid on the picture again would be even sweeter.
Biting his lip he wondered how to approach his boyfriend without startling him, god knows they didn’t need any more broken glasses or plates. Still, the idea flirted with him so sweetly, the little demon on his shoulder whispering about how cutely the older would yelp after being surprised. At that moment Beomgyu decided that he had never been an angel after all.
Noting Soobin’s phone resting next to him on the sink, he made his choice. Long fingers typed hurriedly, a short “I’m home” was sent and not even after the blink of an eye he was running on his tip toes towards the tall figure. He has no idea how the bubbling laughter in his chest didn’t explode, but he’s proud of himself for having restraint.
Surprised by the message tone so early in the morning, Soobin stopped the faucet and picked up his phone, scowling at himself for forgetting to dry his hands before doing so. He barely had enough time to read the notification before warm hands grabbed at his sides and slammed him against the cabinets. Screaming at the top of his lungs from shock, a shameless part of him was proud of how high his scream sounded then, but an even bigger one was scared at the idea of not being home alone anymore.
His conflicting thoughts had no time to argue though, because the boisterous laughter that broke behind him instantly filled his chest with so much warmth that it felt deadly. His cheeks suddenly burning, not from embarrassment like he expected but from happiness, he swore to remember this moment for the rest of his life as an example of everything Beomgyu meant to him: pleasant surprises, warm hugs, endless happiness, the comfort of a person’s body that felt more like home than any house ever could.
He wanted to put up a front and complain, whine, perhaps lecture the younger boy, as he usually would in front of others. Soobin even made sure to frown as hard as he could before opening his mouth to speak, but what came out was the faintest and most delicate voice he’s ever heard from himself, whispering his lover’s name.
Suddenly the room was silent, both men letting the feeling of their embrace sink in. How long had it been? Two, three weeks? A month, maybe more? Soobin stopped counting after a while out of anxiety, and Beomgyu was never the best with dates. One thing was for sure, it had been way too long.
Slotting his face into his lover’s neck, Beomgyu traced his nose along the soft skin, whispering back a faint “I’m home, hyung”. The shiver that broke under Soobin’s skin was one of his favorite things in the world and he couldn’t help squeezing his boyfriend as if their lives depended on it, because it definitely felt like it at the moment.
Closing his eyes with a smile, the older grabbed at the arms wrapped around his waist, as if it to make sure they were really there. Turning his head slightly towards his left, he said “welcome home, baby. Do you need to shower?”
Silence followed for a few beats, followed by the tilting of a head on his neck and the faint feeling of Beomgyu’s eyebrows furrowing. Ready to pout and complain about the lack of affection in Soobin’s question, the younger pulled back slightly, but had no time to act as he felt the taller twist around, refusing to leave his arms no matter what, and held his small face in his hands as delicately as one would hold a snowflake.
“The others just left, they’ll be gone the whole day. I can help you wash your hair, if you want”.