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“Nooooooo,” Minho whines, boneless and sagging in Hyunjin’s arms while the younger laughs at his boyfriend’s silly antics. “‘Wanna go to bed. Shower is exhausting. I already worked out today, why do I have to do more things?”
“Because you’re gonna regret it in the morning,” Hyunjin reminds him, not minding the muffled grunt into his chest as Minho clings to him, “and I much prefer my bashful and giggly boyfriend over my sweaty and grumpy one.”
“So selfish,” Minho grumbles, not meaning a word.
With a kiss to the head, Hyunjin decides that he doesn’t want to stand in the hallway anymore and Minho doesn’t seem intent on moving on his own, so… What else is he supposed to do?
Minho squeaks adorably when Hyunjin lifts him up - one firm hand beneath each armpit as if his boyfriend actually was the child he’s behaving as - before placing him on each of Hyunjin’s feet, until he can walk backwards into the bathroom with his ungrateful boyfriend helpless to escape.
“Hyunjinnie…!” Minho gasps, quickly throwing both arms around Hyunjin’s neck to prevent losing the balance in his exhausted legs. “What are you doing?! We’re gonna fall! You’ll hurt your feet! I’m too heavy for this, come on, I’ll walk with y--”
“Hush,” Hyunjin tells him, kissing Minho’s nose until his cute little boyfriend blinks in surprised confusion, plush mouth falling open in that completely unaware way it so often does and Hyunjin adores. “Stay still and we won’t fall, baby. You’re my precious little doll and I’m gonna take care of you, yeah? Just hold on.”
A precious pink blush sneaks up on Minho and paints his cheeks prettier than usual, and he averts his eyes to exhale shakily into Hyunjin’s shoulder rather than look him in the eyes. Which is fine, because Hyunjin can see better that way, and he doesn’t need Minho to look at him to figure out how he’s feeling. They’re far beyond that.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Hyunjin coaxes once he’s slowly treaded his way into the larger of the dorm’s bathrooms, clingy boyfriend wrapped around him the whole time. “You don’t have to do a single thing, bun. You’ve worked so hard already, I know that. Relax. Let Hyunjinnie do the rest, hmm?”
“Okay,” Minho mumbles, reluctantly pulling away from his hiding place to face the younger again. “You do the rest. I relax?”
“You relax,” Hyunjin confirms, tugging Minho just a tiny bit closer in order to press a soft kiss to his puffy lips, wishing he could eat his cute little boyfriend up. Considering how Minho goes slack in his hold, whimpers from his touch, opens up so pliant and good and delicious--
Hyunjin thinks Minho might just let him.
“You’re so tall like this,” he teases lightly, swaying a bit to emphasize the way their faces are the exact same height, as compared to normally. “My baby. My perfect little doll. Always so sweet for me, aren’t you, hyung? You always make Hyunjinnie so, so happy.”
“I do?” Minho can’t help but ask, the quiet but doubtlessly important question slipping almost immediately into Hyunjin’s own mouth. “I make you happy?”
“Every day,” Hyunjin promises, unable to entertain the non-existent possibility of any other answer. “Seeing your pretty smile makes me happy. Watching your adorable cheeks turn pink makes me happy. Hearing your soft and sweet little voice call my name makes me happy.”
“Hyunjinnie,” Minho responds automatically, letting his eyes fall closed again as Hyunjin holds him steady. “My Hyunjinnie?”
“Yours,” he murmurs against Minho’s addictive lips. “Always yours.”
It’s easier to lift Minho off and undress him after that, just like Hyunjin expected. He’s about to run Minho a lower body-bath since that’s what he usually wants after a work-out, but Minho’s furrowed brows and determined shake of his head quickly tells Hyunjin that that was the wrong call.
Minho wants bubbles, he explains wryly, and he also wants Hyunjinnie. He doesn’t want to take a lonely, cold bath, and Hyunjin shouldn’t make him. That would be very mean of him.
So really, what is Hyunjin supposed to do except turn up the heat and let Minho pick a bathbomb before undressing himself as well? Nothing, honestly. Definitely not according to the pleased smile that decorates Minho’s pretty face once he gets his will across, that’s for sure.
“Oh, no,” Hyunjin fake-gasps once they’re both inside the hot water and Minho’s face relaxes as his muscles finally do the same. “Minho hyung, I think we forgot something.”
“What?” Minho blinks, genuine confusion in his expression for the few seconds it takes him to blink back into the present and read Hyunjin properly. “Oh, really?”
“Yes,” Hyunjin insists, getting on all fours inside the tub with a wide grin on his face as he crowds his boyfriend, who lifts his arms to welcome Hyunjin into his space. “Watch this!”
Minho’s arms and legs part comfortably to fit Hyunjin’s body against his own before locking him in with those same limbs wrapped around him, just like Hyunjin had hoped. It helps him to free both hands without losing balance, so he can capture Minho’s tiny face inside them and keep him there.
“This!” Hyunjin exclaims before kissing Minho’s cheek, and then the other one.
“This!” he repeats as he boops Minho’s nose with his index finger before kissing the same spot.
“This!” he insists, pressing a tiny little peck to one corner of Minho’s mouth, and then the other, and then his precious Cupid’s bow over his plump upper lip, and the precious shape that is his cutely smaller lower lip.
“How could I forget?” Hyunjin admonishes himself as he presses loud, playful kisses to every bit of skin he can find, whether it be Minho’s cheeks or eyelids or chin or nose bridge.
Minho laughs the entire time, lashes fluttering and breath stuttering, happily receiving the affection his boyfriend seems to need to cover him in. It’s nothing Hyunjin has ever expressed vocally, he thinks, but one of his absolute favorite things about Minho is definitely the way he seems to be completely transparent with Hyunjin and always shows every emotion on his face and voices every thought in his head. Sometimes he can appear closed off and uninterested, Hyunjin definitely knows what that’s about and that Minho sometimes can’t help himself when he zones out or turns into himself, but that’s just another part of him for Hyunjin to figure out and adjust to, he thinks.
That makes it so much sweeter when Minho laughs, though. It makes his happiness lovelier and his love happier. It makes Hyunjin treasure these moments when it’s just the two of them and Minho has no reservations about who he is or what anyone might think of him, because they’ve been together long enough for him to know that Hyunjin absolutely adores him, and probably did so even before they got to this point.
Minho isn’t as naturally romantic as Hyunjin is and he gets shy or embarrassed far easier when he tries to be, but Hyunjin has always found that to be outrageously adorable and never anything he’s held against the older, which Minho has finally understood. He just needs to be himself and Hyunjin can take care of the romance, as long as Minho approves and finds their dynamic to be comfortable.
Which he does, Hyunjin knows, because Minho has picked out his own favorite pet names and he still blushes after all this time and he’s gotten clingier but also more clingy in public, which really are two different things that Hyunjin delights in every time.
“Feeling good, precious?” he asks during a pause in his assault on Minho’s face, but he barely gets the words out before Minho uses his hold around Hyunjin’s neck to bring him in for a proper kiss.
“Really good,” Minho replies, keeping his arms around Hyunjin in a tight embrace that has Hyunjin’s heart aching just a little. “Thank you for taking care of me. Maybe you’re not as selfish as I implied.”
“Maybe, huh?” Hyunjin questions, smiling as soon as the sound of Minho’s laughter reaches his ears. “Such generous praise. Thanks, baby doll.”
The little hitch in Minho’s breath doesn’t go unnoticed as Hyunjin’s smile grows into something more teasing but no less sweet, while he reaches for the hair products Minho is currently using.
“I’ll kiss you more,” he promises, pulling back carefully despite Minho’s immediate whine, “but I’ve gotta make good on my promise first, doll. You’ll stay still for me, won’t you?”
Good as ever, Minho nods, wide-eyed. He reminds Hyunjin a bit of Dori, when he’s like this. Big eyes on a small face, open and trusting, a baby, really. Hyunjin’s baby. No one else has evoked all these overwhelming feelings inside of him, to be honest. The need to make sure Minho is cared for properly, the desire to see his pretty smile every day. Working to be that person he relies on and drops all walls around. Hyunjin feels it stronger than he’s felt anything towards someone else, he thinks.
It’s not a bad thing.
“My pretty little doll,” he coos, watching Minho giggle and close his eyes to avoid the flush of his cheeks and, luckily for Hyunjin, failing to completely do so. “I’ll take care of you, baby. Just smile that pretty smile and stay still for me. Then I’ll kiss you some more. Deal?”
“Deal,” Minho decides, nodding eagerly before freezing in place yet again. His cheeks are puffed up with his smile and his eyes crinkled for the same reason, and he looks so beautiful that Hyunjin can literally feel himself fall even deeper for him. “Hurry up. ‘Want my kisses.”
“Of course,” Hyunjin promises, refusing to close his eyes even for a second. “I could never deprive my baby of his kisses for too long.”
“Good,” Minho tells him, and for that he earns himself just one more kiss before Hyunjin gets to work on his hair.