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Bojan sighed at his phone as the notifications kept rolling in. Most were supportive messages but as always, the few negative ones weighed more heavily on his brain. After another update from the venue staff, he made one more story then set his phone aside, hoping he’d be able to sleep now. He’d only been trying for a couple of minutes when a soft knock at his door had him out of bed again. He opened it to find a pyjama-clad Kris worriedly fidgeting with the frayed hem of his shirt. He wordlessly stepped aside to let him in and returned to the bed, automatically picking up his phone to look as the increased vibrations let him know his second story was being reacted to as well.
“Don’t do that,” Kris said softly, taking his phone from him and turning it off. “Stop letting this keep you from sleeping.”
“I know, I just… I worry about them so much,” Bojan replied, looking up at him and biting his lip. “They should be at home, sleeping, and instead they’re staying up out in the cold for us of all people. We’re not some huge international rock band or Taylor Swift or anyone deserving of that kind of fanatic attention. We’re just… us…”
“Hey,” Kris crouched down next to the bed so they were eye level. “We’re more than worthy - you’re more than worthy of their devotion.” He reached out and brushed a strand of hair out of his eyes. “Granted, they could be a little smarter about how they show it but the feelings behind it - you do deserve them, Bojči.” He put the phone on the table then joined him in the bed, pulling him into a much needed hug. “We’ve all put so much hard work into getting to where we are - none of us more than you - and we deserve the success, the concerts, the merch sales, and the fans. There’s always going to be people out there doing things they shouldn’t but don’t let them spoil the rest of it for you.”
“I know you’re right,” Bojan sighed, “but-“
“No buts,” Kris cut him off with a light kiss. “Just you admitting I’m right for once.”
“But-“ another kiss. “That one wasn’t going to be about how the fans make me feel.”
“Good because this bed is now a drama-free zone so you’re not allowed to talk or think about it anymore - I’m tired of you wasting precious sleeping time on all of that,” Kris said bluntly.
“What if we waste it on something else,” Bojan suggested, running his hand pointedly down the other’s chest.
“You’re incorrigible,” Kris complained, pushing him over onto his back and following for a longer kiss. Neither of them spared another thought for that night’s drama though it was still some time before either slept.
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Bojan awoke early the next morning, reflexively grabbing his phone and turning it on to check for updates. He was greeted with a stream of notifications which had him immediately frowning at his phone again. The hotel room had been mostly quiet before the buzzing interrupted it, a few noises coming from neighboring rooms as their occupants stirred but as it was still barely light outside, the calm blanket of sleep had been still over the room, urging him back to unconsciousness. He looked over at his companion, losing himself in staring at his face contented in sleep until yet another notification from his phone pulled his attention away. It was a particularly nasty comment and he hadn’t even noticed his own gasp at it when tired hands stole his phone again.
“I’m deleting your stories so this stops,” Kris informed him, cracking only one eye open so he could see to the task, “then you are going to forget about all of this and we’re going back to sleep for at least another - what time is it?”
“Early,” Bojan assured him. “You can get a few more hours in.”
“I think you mean we,” Kris corrected, handing his now blessedly silent phone back. “Now put that away and get over here.”
“Alright,” Bojan agreed, discarding his phone in favor of wrapping his arm around the other’s waist and resting his head on his shoulder. They lay in contented quiet for several long minutes and Kris’s breathing had just started to even out again when Bojan whispered, “thank you, Krisko. Love you.”
“Love you, too,” Kris assured him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “Now shut up and go back to sleep.”
“Yessir,” Bojan replied, earning a small noise of approval. He glanced up at him one last time before returning his head to his shoulder and closing his eyes, sleep finding him surprisingly quickly.