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The silence that greets Sion as he enters the apartment makes him frown. Jisung has no class today and tells him he’ll spend the whole day doing nothing. The thought of coming home to Jisung, his tall figure curling up on their bed and humming along to his Oasis playlist, helps him power through two quizzes and three two-and-a-half hour lectures.
Except now, Jisung is nowhere to be seen or heard. Though traces of him can be seen everywhere. The mug Wonbin bought Jisung as a gag gift last christmas, with an ‘I Love My Girlfriend’ design and Anna’s face inside the heart, sitting empty on the kitchen counter. His phone next to it, only 10% battery left. His favorite blanket is thrown haphazardly on the sofa, next to Sion’s hoodie that he’s sure Jisung took from his closet after he left this morning.
It might seem insignificant to other people, but Sion loves how full of Jisung his life has become. There isn’t a single part of their small apartment they call home that’s not laced with a memory of them.
There are various knick-knacks decorating their fridge—magnets of two aliens hugging each other and a picture of his late dog Conan Jisung had custom made for him, their grocery list for this month, and several pictures of them together on their first date, first trip together to Mokpo, and the newest addition of them with all their friends. The walls are also full of paintings, a mix of gifts from Renjun and their own paintings from back when Jisung’s fixated on going to artsy dates.
There’s a dent on their coffee table from where Jisung accidentally drops his bluetooth microphone during karaoke. There’s a little chip on their one-dollar vase held together by tape, the result of Sion accidentally knocking it over their dining table. All the traces of two clumsy twenty-somethings living together with too much free will. Sion thinks there’s no better place to call home than this.
A cry from the bathroom catches Sion’s attention, his feet immediately take him towards the source of the sound. Jisung jumps to his feet when Sion opens the door, a pair of scissors in his hand, pieces of hair all over the sink, and a guilty expression on his face. Sion can’t help but chuckle at the sight.
“Hi,” he invites himself in and closes the door behind him. “I was looking for you.”
Jisung groans and hides his face with his hands. “Don’t look at me. I’m ugly.”
“What are you talking about?” Sion barks out a laugh.
“You’re not allowed to leave me alone ever again. I always do stupid things when you’re not around.”
“That’s not true.” Sion walks closer, prying his hands away from his face. When Jisung looks up at him, Sion can’t help but laugh again, only feeling a little bad when Jisung sulks.
“You’re like ninety-percent of my impulse control,” Jisung weakly says. “I’ve fucked up. I’m never leaving the house again.”
Sion’s cheeks are starting to hurt from how wide he’s smiling, a stark contrast to Jisung’s frown that makes him look like a kicked puppy. His oversized puppy of a boyfriend. He plays around with Jisung’s bangs, and sure enough, Jisung doesn’t know what he’s doing. One side is comically longer than the other and it looks choppy. Sion knows him well enough to guess that Jisung probably watches a few tutorials but gives up midway to do it his way.
“I’ll help you,” Sion tells him to sit down and goes to pick up the scissors. Sion isn’t an expert, but he has enough practice from playing hairdresser with his cousins and little sister growing up.
“Do you even know what you’re doing?” Jisung sounds skeptical, but his hands still find Sion’s waist and pull him closer. Sion doesn’t miss the way Jisung’s eyes bore into him as he works on his bangs.
“I used to cut my sister’s bangs, you know,” Sion combs his hair back before ruffling it into place, looking a hundred times better than before. He smiles triumphantly at his work.
“Is it salvageable? Or do I have to wear a hat for the rest of my life?”
“You’re so dramatic,” Sion shakes his head, a fond smile creeping up his face. “You look great. The bangs suit you.”
“Yeah?” Jisung’s now fully hugging him, his body fits perfectly in his arms, and he’s looking at Sion with wide eyes and a lazy grin.
“Yeah.” Sion nods, his fingers tracing the shape of his eyes down to his nose with his pointer finger, making Jisung scrunch his nose adorably. There’s a little redness on his cheek from Jisung picking at his skin, Sion guesses, next to one of his moles. His thumb rests on the other mole under his lips, his personal favorite Jisung feature. He leaves a quick peck on the corner of Jisung’s mouth, relishing in the way his eyes flutter close at the touch.
Jisung is always beautiful to him, but right now, under the dim light of their bathroom, he looks a million times more beautiful and so much like the love of his life.
Jisung whines when he pulls back, immediately cupping his face and bringing their lips together in a real kiss this time. Jisung’s lips is a bit chapped and he tastes like coffee, but that doesn’t stop Sion from kissing him back. They kiss until Jisung’s chest is slightly heaving and Sion feels the telltale sign of sweats down his back.
“The haircut isn’t free, by the way.” Sion can’t help the urge to tease Jisung. The latter frowns again, dropping his head on Sion’s shoulder. Sion swallows down the urge to bite his ear.
“But I just kissed you,” Jisung sends him his best puppy eyes. “Is that not enough?”
Sion shakes his head.
“Do you want more kiss?”
Sion nods, making Jisung laugh, his favorite sound in the world. So Jisung kisses him again as they shower together, again as they brush their teeth, and again before they sleep in each other’s arms.