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It was past midnight and Yixing sighs in relief knowing that he is already home. As already known, he used to be back home and get his body rested on his comfy bed when the sun was almost rising.
Working in the entertainment industry—especially as an actor and a singer—quite drains his energy. Shooting for drama and commercials, attending some awarding and social events from some brands he endorsed, and many other things which all the celebs would do. It is indeed tiresome yet he pleasantly enjoys every moment of it.
As he unlocked his apartment’s door, he imagined how pleasant it would be for him when he bathed in hot water, with the bath bombs he got from a friend.
Yixing steps in as he sees a familiar pair of sneakers on his shoe rack.
“Oh, you’re home already!”
The owner of those sneakers smiles as he puts down the mop and the pail. Yixing slightly furrows his eyebrows as he takes off his slip ons.
“What are you doing?”
“Well, as you can see. Look what I’ve done. It’s all clean and neat, isn’t it?”
Yixing nods as he walks in. He scans through the surroundings and feels much better knowing that he is coming home in a clean state—also the fact that his boyfriend is here.
“Thank you so much, Junmyeonnie–” Yixing said as he slightly ran into the latter, but unfortunately he slipped.
Junmyeon, as a spry boyfriend, caught Yixing in time so that the latter didn’t fall on the floor.
“I’m not going anywhere. Don’t run, baby.”
Yixing grins as he tightly holds Junmyeon’s arms, “I think it’s too slippery.”
Junmyeon raised his thick eyebrows, “Really? We don’t have to add more lubricants, then.”
The youngest blushed as he slapped Junmyeon’s bulky arms, “Stop your filthy jokes!”
Junmyeon chuckles as he slowly releases his grip, “Okay okay, now go take a warm bath. I already prepared it for you.”
Yixing slightly pouts and pecks on his boyfriend’s cheek. “Thank you.” Yixing said before he rushed to the bathroom.
Junmyeon placed his hand on the cheek where his boyfriend had kissed, “I think I’m not going to wash my face for a few days ahead.”
What a simp.
After taking a warm bath along with the purple bath-bomb, now Yixing felt much more relaxed than before. He sniffs his own body odor as he excitedly walks to the living room, but surprisingly he doesn’t find his boyfriend there.
As he walked around, a food smell from the kitchen caught his attention. He walks to his favorite spot in the apartment and widens his eyes as he sees Junmyeon grilling something on the pan.
“Okay. What now?”
Junmyeon turns his head around as he grins, “Cooking burgers for us. Don’t worry. I’m going by the recipe.”
Yixing chuckles as he shakes his head. “Make sure you don’t ruin them, also my kitchen.”
The oldest points the spatula towards his boyfriend as he smirks, “I make sure you’ll be addicted to my cooks besides my co–”
“Shut up, you perv!” Yixing covers his ears as he stomps his feet, leaving Junmyeon to his room.
Junmyeon laughed at his mad boyfriend before he groaned in panic. "Oh, God! My buns!!!"
Meanwhile, Yixing is now sitting on the edge of his bed as he towels his hair, “How can I love that perverted guy?” He mutters.
As he grumbled about his boyfriend, he heard his phone rang. He almost cursed the person who dared to call him in the midnight, until he saw that it was his best friend, who is also his boyfriend’s associate, Baekhyun.
He happily answers the call, “Baekhyun-ah!! I almost cursed someone who dared to call me at this current time. And it turns out that it’s you.” Yixing giggles.
Baekhyun awkwardly laughs, “Ah, I’m sorry, Yixing-ge…”
“It’s fine! So, why are you calling me? You want to talk about your prosecutor crush? Who’s his name? Chanyeol?”
“Um no. It’s about Junmyeon-hyung.”
Yixing frowned his forehead, “Junmyeon? Why?”
“Is Junmyeon-hyung at your place right now? Is he okay?”
“Um.. Yeah, he is in my place right now. He is cooking us burgers and yeah he is fine. Why are you asking that?”
Baekhyun sighs in relief, “Ah, glad to hear that.”
Yixing squinted his eyes, questioning Baekhyun’s reliefness, “Baekhyun-ah. What happened?”
“Junmyeon-hyung didn’t tell you?”
“Tell me what?”
“Aish, that Hyung…”
Yixing clenched his hand, “What is it, Baekhyun-ah?”
“Well, actually this is too impudent for me to talk about it, but I have to.”
Yixing doesn’t respond as he patiently waits for Baekhyun to tell him what’s wrong.
“The criminal case which our firm handled was sentenced to 4 years imprisoned. Junmyeon-hyung felt that it was his fault.”
Yixing shocked as he stood up, “That murder case? But it was an accident, right? They’re just protecting themself from the robber, right?”
Yixing knows that since his boyfriend always excitedly talked about it—the case which his firm handled—and he was sure, as a great lawyer, he could free the suspect since they are innocent.
“You're right, Ge. But there's evidence from the CCTV which recorded the suspect was stabbing the robber several times until death. If it’s truly an accident, they don’t need to go that far.”
Yixing massages his temple as he walks around his room, “And then?”
“Junmyeon-hyung felt guilty for them. I tried to calm him down but he just kept silent and sometimes he bumped his head on the walls. Muttering why he couldn’t free the suspect.”
“He even skipped his lunch, and I guess his dinner too?” Baekhyun added.
“But why… I saw him just doing fine…” Yixing bites his lower lip.
Baekhyun sighs a smile, “You know, Ge. I wanted to drive him home earlier. But then he said that he wanted to go to his comfiest home instead.”
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, come on! It’s you, Ge! You’re Junmyeon-hyung’s comfiest home! And I think that’s why he’s being fine right now. Because he’s at his comfiest place to rest.”
Yixing blushed. Even when his boyfriend is tired, he’s just keep simping over him.
“Oh, I think it’s really late now. Yixing-ge, you should go take a rest! You just got home, right?”
Yixing slightly chuckles, “Yeah, you too, Baekhyun-ah. Thank you for telling me this, anyway.”
“No problem! Okay, see you soon, Ge!" Baekhyun hangs up the call.
Yixing rubs his phone screen which shows a picture of him and Junmyeon as the lockscreen. “Junmyeonnie…” He murmurs.
As Yixing walks towards the dining room and lands himself on the dining chair, Junmyeon serves two plates of the burgers with fries on the side.
“You didn’t end up ordering deliveries, right?”
Junmyeon teasingly pokes his boyfriend’s nose, “Of course not! These are all my cookings!”
The youngest grins, “It looks good and tempting.”
“Yep. And so are you.”
Yixing blushed as he pinched on Junmyeon’s knuckles. “Okay now let’s dig in our super late dinner!”
Junmyeon laughs as he bites the fries, “To be honest, I slightly burnt the bun. But it’s on my plate, not yours.”
Yixing rolled his eyes as he started to munch his burger, “I knew it– Oop, this is good!”
Junmyeon smirks, “Trust me, baby. Now that is the thing that you pleasantly put in your mouth, and the next thing is–” Yixing glares at the latter as he madly chews his food.
“The fries…” Junmyeon nervously continued as Yixing nodded in agreement.
After having their super late dinner—as Yixing said—the youngest immediately lies himself on the bed. He taps the side of the bed beside him.
“Come here.” Yixing instructs.
Junmyeon smiles as he jumps onto the bed and pulls Yixing into his warm hug. Yixing isn’t surprised anymore since he is really used to it—how his boyfriend shows his affections.
As he comforted himself in his lover’s hug, Yixing slightly pulled himself as he cupped Junmyeon’s face.
“Mind to tell me how was your day?”
Junmyeon lifted one of his eyebrows, “I think you already knew that from Baekhyun.”
“H-how did you know?”
The latter sighs, “He just texted me, saying that he already let you know.”
Yixing shakes his head. How could he forget what a big mouth his best friend is?
“Well, since we both know about it… You want to talk about it?”
Junmyeon pecks on the latter’s nose, “Baby, you’re tired and now you deserve a good rest along with your sweet boyfriend’s treatment. I don’t want to ruin it by talking about it.”
Yixing pursed his lips as he slipped his fingers through Junmyeon’s hair, “How could you assume that it’s going to ruin my rest?”
Junmyeon laughed as he pinched on Yixing’s pouts, “Seriously baby, it’s fine now. And it's all thanks to you.”
“Thanks to me? What did I do?”
“For being my comfiest and warmest home that I always go back to.”
Yixing sighed a smile as Junmyeon continued, “Also, you always told me that things won’t easily go smoothly as we planned and expected. I indeed was upset about that, but your wise words kept playing in my mind.”
Yixing smiles as he gently caresses Junmyeon’s face, “Did you forget that you were the one who told me that sometimes we have to lower our expectations?”
Junmyeon tilted his head, “Did I?”
They were gazing at each other and they both laughed.
“Baby, I know that you actually don’t want to talk about it. But, it's really not your fault. Stop blaming yourself, okay?"
"You’ve worked hard for it. I witnessed it myself. I was the one who accompanied you working your ass off on those files, laws, regulations, whatever you name it.” Yixing rolled his eyes as he tapped on the latter's shoulder.
Junmyeon chuckles, “Yeah, you were the one and always will be the one who accompanies me doing that stuff for years ahead. And I make sure I’ll do the same to you.”
“Is that some kind of proposal?”
Junmyeon shrugs as he tightly hugs his boyfriend. “I feel grateful for having you. I am the luckiest person in this world.”
“So am I. Okay so, can you please stop this now? I can’t breathe.”
The oldest chuckles as he slowly loosened his embrace. They softly chuckled as they gazed at each other’s eyes afterwards.
“Baby, whenever you feel tired. Just lay your head on me, okay?”
“Yeah and I’m doing it now.” Yixing mutters as he softly bumps his head on the latter’s chest.
Junmyeon laughed as he kissed on his cute boyfriend’s forehead.
“Only on the forehead?” The youngest grumbled in protest.
“I’m afraid that I’ll lose control if I kiss those cherry lips of yours.”
“You pervert.” Yixing shyly murmurs as the oldest tightens his grip on Yixing’s waist as Junmyeon lays his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder.
As they drowned in their warm embrace, Yixing softly whispered, “Lay it all on me, Junmyeonnie. Whenever you’re tired, overwhelmed, or stressed out and need to explode, lay your head on me too.”
“Which place to lay my head on? Your chest? Oh baby, are you lowkey saying that you want me to motorboat on your cleavag–”
“GET LOST, YOU PERV!”