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Taemin was no stranger to long days. At this point, it was a fact of life for him. But sometimes it was all he could do to simply make it through the door.
“Hey Ddaeng, hey hyung,” he murmurs sleepily as his sweet boys appear the moment he steps into their home.
“Welcome home, baby,” Minho pulls him into his arms, pressing a kiss to his temple. Taemin tucks himself against him. “Baby?” Minho frowns, expecting the usual demand of kisses. Taemin whines pitifully.
“Taeminnie? We saved dinner for you,” Kibum’s voice appears from behind Minho. Taemin hears the rustle of clothing before he feels a gentle hand at his nape. Delicate, long fingers scratch into his scalp. He slumps from Minho’s arms and into Kibum's, pressing his forehead into his shoulder. “Oh no,” Kibum sighs, “overdone it again, lovely?” A pause in which Taemin knew his boyfriends were communicating through eye contact alone. He loves when they share their significant looks, appreciating how easily they read each other and the differences in how they each communicate with him.
“Then you’re doing nothing else today. Hyungs will take care of everything. Come, sit,” Minho's stalwart hands gently guide him past a sleeping Comme Des and Garçons to the sofa and settle him near Kkoongie.
“Hi Kkoong,” Taemin mumbles. He blinks slowly up at Kibum, “hi, hyung.” Kibum looks at him with that soft, fond look he has just for the two of them and Taemin finds that he has to close his eyes against it. He didn’t even do anything, hyung just loves him. Minho had knelt to remove his shoes and socks, pressing a kiss to the top of each foot and ankle as he did so. When he hears the clinking of cutlery approaching, Taemin opens his eyes and pouts, “without me?”
Kibum rolls his eyes, handing him the bowl and settling to his right side as Minho presses against his left. “We saved some, didn’t we?”
“Like cooking with you,” Taemin says around his mouthful of pasta.
“It’s better for both our hearts when you don’t,” Taemin chooses to ignore Kibum, instead enjoying the flavours of his lovers' home cooked meal on his tongue and the feel of Minho’s fingers gently brushing his hair back from his face. The TV drones softly in the background, the bodies pressed against him a comforting warmth. He must have started drifting off when he feels the bowl being lifted from his hands.
Minho chuckles fondly, “time for bed?.” He stands to tug Taemin to his feet.
Taemin shakes his head, “need t’ shower.”
Minho frowns, “but you-” he pauses, “then, we’ll have to do it for you.”
A faint “oh, we will?” from the kitchen.
Minho only nods, “yeah.” There was a spark in his eyes, the man loving nothing more than doting on his loves and jumping on any chance he gets to do so, “of course, we will. Shower or bath?”
Taemin honestly didn’t think he could stand too long but… “Shower? And… hold me?” He looks up at Minho as sweetly as he can, aware that it’s unnecessary.
Minho stares at him, eyes going misty and throat bobbing in a swallow that tells Taemin he’s feeling overwhelmingly fond. “K-kay,” Minho quickly turns to head to the bathroom, then just as quickly turns back to collect Taemin and call out to Kibum to join them when he can. Taemin flops half against him and lets himself be guided to the bed. He sits back as Minho chastely removes his clothes, again pressing a sweet kiss to every section of skin revealed. When he’s undressed, Minho places a final kiss to his forehead and leaves him lounging to prepare the shower.
Taemin dozes comfortably on the bed until he feels Minho’s hand cup his jaw. “Ready?” he murmurs. He too was bare, his eyes soft and sparkling. Taemin only holds his arms out in response, and Minho obligingly half carries him into the steaming shower, leaning him with his back against his chest. They simply stand for a while, eyes closed, Minho holding most of Taemin’s weight, enjoying the feel and sound of the cascade of water, the skin on skin, the warmth of it all.
Kibum enters quietly and lifts Taemin’s hands to press a kiss to each, front and back. He silently picks up the vanilla scented soap and washcloth, Minho obligingly taking the shampoo. Taemin floats as they work, losing time and himself, knowing only the gentle care of his beloveds. Kibum methodically washes him all over, Minho slowly massaging his scalp, then back and neck once he's done with his hair.
When Kibum decides they're done and Taemin is nothing but content, Minho chooses their fluffiest towels to wrap him in, carefully patting his skin dry as Kibum towels his hair. They guide him into bed, Minho laying on his left, wrapping his arms around him; Kibum on his right, tangling their legs. They kiss a cheek each simultaneously.
Taemin breaks the silence that had settled over them long ago with a soft and sleepy, “love you.” He’s already drifting and feels the rumble of their responses more than hears them. He’s asleep before he can see the adoring look they give him and then each other. Kibum leans over to press a sweet peck to Minho’s lips. He presses his nose to his baby’s neck, breathing in the soft scent. Minho noses into his hair, and they follow him into his dreams.
Taemin was no stranger to long days. At this point, it was a fact of life for him. But sometimes it was all he could do to simply make it through the door. And yet, he didn’t mind them. He could handle such days, for those were the most tender and serene nights of his life.