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Fuchsia-colored strands filled your vision, accompanied by the scent of a familiar shampoo. The weight on your chest was a welcome one, and you couldn’t help but smile as a nose nuzzled against your neck, a light hum filling your ear in contentment.
“Welcome back,” you smiled, your lips brushing against your boyfriend’s temple as his arm moved to rest against your side. As soon as you heard the front door open, you knew that he had finally made it back from his busy day at the office. And while you had been lounging on the couch, casually reading a book until he returned, the book had now fallen away and you couldn’t quite move your arms in the way that they needed to so that you could pick it up again.
Though, you had to admit, the book was now the last thing on your mind.
Isara didn’t respond, and instead, he hummed softly again as he snuggled closer, his hair tickling your cheek and the side of your nose. It was later in the afternoon, and this was the first time you had really seen him all day. While the tireless days of running the student council were long behind him, he managed to fill his time with other Idol-related activities that kept him just as busy. It seemed all of that activity was finally catching up with him.
“Did you want me to make you something to eat?” You asked, knowing full well that he probably hadn’t taken the time out of his day to eat a proper meal. He was good at honoring his commitments to others, but he was terrible at making sure that he was properly fed.
A small shake of his head and the tightening of his hold on you gave you all the answer you needed. Now that he was down, he didn’t want to get back up. It was also evident that he didn’t want you going anywhere either, which caused your heart to flutter in your chest.
Because Isara was often busy with Trickstar and other agency activities, you did your best to soak up the time that you did get together. You hated that there were some days where you didn’t see him at all, but you knew the hazards of this kind of relationship when the two of you got together. Dating an idol could be hard, but Isara always made it worth it. Even if, during that quality time together, all he could physically manage to do was cuddle with you on the living room couch.
You managed to free one of your hands so that you could lift it to pull the small yellow clip from his hair before brushing his bangs to the side. His face was still mostly buried in your neck, but he leaned back just enough to tiredly meet your gaze as you set the clip on the end table behind your head.
The emerald irises of the boy that you had come to adore greeted you, and the corners of his lips turned up into a soft, tired smile. You could see the dark rings starting to form under his eyes, and you couldn’t stop the frown that formed on your lips. He worked too hard. He took on too much. And yet, he would never turn anyone or anything down in fear of disappointing them.
“What’s that look for?” He asked softly, though you both knew that he already had the answer. He hated talking about his own struggles and as your hand pushed through his hair again, his eyes fluttered shut briefly as he continued to melt into your touch.
“You deserve a day off,” you murmured, your fingertips tracing along the top of his forehead before allowing the fuchsia fringe to slowly fall back down to frame his face. Slowly, Isara’s eyes opened again, the smile on his lips never wavering.
“I’m fine right here, right now. This is just as good and restful as a day off.”
You scoffed, but knew that there wasn’t any point in arguing with him right now. It was evident that he was fighting off sleep with every syllable that fell from his lips, and more than anything, you just wanted him to rest. If you had to save your self-care lecture for later, then so be it.
“Close your eyes and get some sleep then,” you sighed, a loving smile turning up the corner of your lips as you pressed your palm against his cheek. “I’ll make dinner in a couple of hours, but for now, we can stay like this.”
Isara leaned into your touch before pressing forward just enough to capture your lips with his in a slow, soft kiss. You sighed into it as you turned your body so that you were now laying side by side and your hand moved back to tangle into the longer strands of his hair at the nape of his neck. One of his legs lifted to hook behind your knee, and he didn’t pull away as he continued to kiss you. The feeling of warmth in your chest was reminiscent to a sunny summer’s day, and it was a common feeling to experience when lounging in the hold of your favorite boy. As your head tilted just so to deepen the kiss, Isara’s hips rolled up against yours, not in an ‘I need you now’ kind of way, but in more of an ‘I missed being this close to you’ one.
Finally, after several minutes of soft, languid kisses, you pulled back and guided Isara’s head back to rest on your shoulder. You could feel him smile against the skin of your collarbone as your hand continued to brush through his hair.
“Rest, now, darling,” you whispered as you pressed one last kiss to his temple. “You deserve it.”
Before you had even finished speaking, you could hear the soft snores slipping past Isara’s lips, signaling that he had already done as you requested. You smiled to yourself before settling into his embrace, your own eyelids starting to grow heavy as his body heat wrapped around you, enticing you into taking a nap with him.
While time together was limited, it was the little moments like this that made your relationship work. You wouldn’t have it any other way.