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Awakening to a lonely bed was not something that Changmin enjoyed. Even if he knew the outcome, he still reached out towards the other side. His hand only found cold blankets and air. A sigh passed his lips.
Typical.
He edged to the side of the bed and threw his legs over, the cold floor immediately making him bite back a hiss. He stood, pulling the faded duvet with him, wrapping it around his shoulders like a cape of warmth. Grumbling to himself the entire way to the study where he knew his husband would be. He would be drooling on his desk, having passed out while working, or leaning over his laptop lost in the throes of paperwork. Changmin wrapped the blanket tighter around his shoulders as he walked, bare feet making no noise on the cold floor.
The study door was heavy when he pushed it open, opening silently. The lamp on the desk beside Yunho filled the room with soft yellow light, contrasting with the soft blue that lit up his husband’s handsome face from the laptop balanced precariously on his lap. Yunho still wore the turtleneck that he had worn to work the day before, though the blazer was draped haphazardly on the small couch a few feet away from his desk. Changmin’s hands found the fabric before his brain registered that he had moved, grumbling about Yunho never taking care of his things. Besides Changmin’s quiet grumbling, the only sound in the air was the soft clicking of computer keys under Yunho’s fingertips.
“You’re awake early.” Yunho said with a grin, not looking up from his numbers. He hadn’t looked up when Changmin entered the room either, much to his annoyance.
“You haven’t come to bed.”
Yunho looked at his husband then, hearing the pout in his voice. He moved the laptop to the desk with a soft sigh, he looked back at the screen searching it for something before throwing Changmin a weak, tired smile, “I just need to finish this Changdol-ah.”
When they had first met, Changmin hated all the nicknames that Yunho had given him. Changdol. Bambi. Minnie. Dollie. But the years after had him growing soft, he mused while he plopped himself down on the couch with a soft sigh and a curt nod. If Yunho wouldn’t join him in bed, Changmin would sleep on the couch. At least they were in the same room then. The night air was freezing, making him pull the blanket up to cover his ears and sniffly nose. Why Yunho insisted on having it so blasted cold in their house was absolutely beyond him.
They sit in silence, save for the steady clicking of Yunho’s keyboard and Changmin’s quiet sniffles. The clicking was annoying, and he wished he had brought a book or something with him to curb his boredom. Changmin considered getting up to fetch his book from the nightstand in the bedroom, but the thought of his nearly thawed feet touching the icy floor again made him rethink it.
“Bambi, go back to bed. You look half asleep.” Yunho was quite known for his astute observational skills. His comment made Changmin exhale loudly through his nose, Pulling the blanket over his head like a hood to hide his face from his husband.
“It’s four in the morning.” Another amazing observation, Changmin truly wondered if he would ever survive without Yunho’s brilliant senses. Changmin told him just that with a glare from under his blanket hood, making Yunho’s quiet laugh fill the room. Changmin heard Yunho move, the telltale clicking of glasses being folded, and sat on the desk. The sound of a chair moving. His footsteps-
“Are you really wearing your shoes?” It came out as almost a growl, which probably sounded ridiculous coming from a mound of blankets and sniffles.
In his mind’s eye, he could see Yunho look down at his feet and look back up at Changmin almost shocked. Like a child that was caught with their hand in the cookie jar. He heard his husband laugh again, and the sound of what was definitely shoes being pulled off and shoved under the couch.
"Move over,” Yunho said softly, prodding Changmin’s side until he had his entire back pressed against the couch, squishing himself against the cool leather. Yunho wiggled himself into Changmin’s cocoon of warmth, his skin like ice against Changmin. Cold hands maneuvered a whining Changmin around until they were both relatively comfortable, Yunho sitting up slightly to balance the laptop on his knees with one arm around Changmin, who buried his face in the other’s chest.
The scent of the other’s aftershave and cologne that stuck to him was almost intoxicating, begging Changmin to take in another deep breath as Yunho shifted once more, pulling him impossibly closer.
“Better?” Yunho mumbled against Changmin’s hair, his warm breath making Changmin shiver. He hummed in response, allowing Yunho to return to typing away with the hand that was not rubbing soothing circles into his back. It would be easy to fall back asleep like this. The warmth. Yunho’s scent and quiet heartbeat against his ear. Even the soft clicking of the keyboard didn’t annoy him as much as he expected it to.
He wasn’t sure when he stood up, his blanket noticeably gone as well as the warm body that had lulled him to sleep. Looking around the study, the dustless well-organized bookshelves clashed with the files and papers stacked haphazardly on the completely disgusting desk. Changmin felt his irritation spike at the sight of it, immediately going over to reorganize the files.
Yunho needed to learn how to pick up after himself, Changmin thought angrily smacking the now clean desk, Yunho would get upset later if he couldn’t find a file when it was literally right there, slightly hidden under another file if Changmin didn’t reorganize them. Sometimes it was like living with a toddler.
While he was reorganizing the desk, the sounds of birds chirping filled his ears from outside the window. In a lull of bird song, he heard quiet bangs from the kitchen. Like pots and pans were being moved around. Immediately thoughts of Yunho messing up his carefully organized and clean kitchen made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
Changmin was at the top of the stairs before the study door swung closed again. Autopilot kicked in as he descended the stairs, hand finding the smooth railing on the left as he rushed down the stairs toward the sound of pots and pans clanking together in the kitchen.
What the hell was going on with Yunho, first he didn’t put any of his files in order, now he was rummaging around HIS kitchen? Changmin rushed down the stairs, not noticing the lifted part of the carpet until his foot caught it and he was sent careening down the stairs. His eyes slammed shut, arms coming up to cover his head as-
Changmin woke with a jolt and Yunho’s deep chuckling surrounding him making him just as warm as the blanket wrapped around them. Changmin’s leg was hooked over Yunho’s lap the older’s hand rubbing from his hip to his knee, the computer seemingly placed off to the side. Though Changmin couldn’t really tell with his bleary eyes. He lifted his head to try to look around, finding himself comfortably situated on the small couch in the study.
“You okay baby?” His hands were rubbing circles into his tense back, “Did you fall?”
Changmin felt the whine die in the back of his throat as the hand that was on his leg moved to cup his chin and pull his face up gently so their noses almost brushed together. Changmin tried to hide his face in the other’s chest again, but the firm hand on his chin stopped him. His husband’s lips were soft against the bridge of his nose, the other’s breath ghosting over his face, warm in comparison to the cold air around them.
After a moment of Yunho just looking at him and breathing in his face, Changmin a moment from complaining, the other smiled and pulled himself from Changmin’s grasp. The older stood and stretched his back with a couple of pops before looking down at Changmin with that wide smile he fell in love with. Yunho held out his hand for Changmin to take.
“What about your,” He yawned widely, tears welling in his eyes, “Paperwork..”
“I’ll finish it tomorrow…” Yunho said, deciding to lean down and pluck Changmin up from the couch like he weighed nothing more than the blanket that was wrapped tightly around him. Changmin huffed against his chest, his cheeks heating up from the embarrassment of how easily the other was able to deadlift him.
“You could have decided that earlier,” Changmin said with a huff, pulling the blanket to cover his face as his husband carried him carefully to their bedroom, depositing him in their bed. Yunho’s laugh filled the room as he started pulling off his clothing, replacing it with his usual thin joggers and wife beater. Changmin watched from his cocoon, only his eyes could be seen amongst the blanket.
“Like what you see?”
“Aish, shut up.” His eyes disappeared under the blanket, scooting over to his side of the bed when he felt Yunho’s weight shift onto the mattress.
“Aya… How rude…” An arm was shoved under his head, the other coming to lay on his side, “Grumpy Bambi is still cute.”
Yunho received a weak smack to his arm, Changmin turning over in Yunho’s arms so his back was against Yunho’s broad chest, feeling it vibrate against him from Yunho’s quiet laugh.
“Go to sleep.” Changmin snapped, reaching back to smack his thigh with most of his strength, making Yunho gasp.
“Ow!” Yunho whined, rubbing the spot he was hit. Changmin could hear the pout on Yunho’s face, hiding his face under his arms attempting to ignore the other until he could fall asleep. Which… Didn’t work when Yunho continued to whine and pressed his face against the back of Changmin’s neck not uncutely.
“You’re so mean to your poor husband… So cruel.” Yunho placed a kiss to the nape of his neck, sending a shiver through his exhausted body and a smile to his face. “I love you, Changmin-ah.”
Changmin was warm and comfortable, with his husband's breath on his neck. Happy and content, he could sleep again. He hoped he wouldn't be awoken again until the morning, this time with his husband waking beside him.