Work Text:
Work later, come home.
Its 11pm, in the middle of december; very cold.
ya know? It really sucks having to desperately cling to your pillow, especially when you'd way rather cling to your lover…
“Choi Su-bong also known by many as “Thanos” finds himself in this exact situation right now! Because his boyfriend is at his job at a nightclub, untill 2 AM, even tho he promised he’d be home tonight. Must've gotten shifts mixed up, well- theres not really anything Su-bong can do about it, or is there?”
Su-bong imagines an old-school journalist explain his situation, before his thoughts get blocked off by the sound of a messenger notification, it’s even from Nam-gyu
Su-bong groans, tossing the pillow to the side. He sits up and streches, running his hands through the roots of his fading purple hair, wishing it wasn’t his hair he would run his hands through. Unlike most couples who sometimes dread eachother, wanting alonetime away from the other, him and Nam-gyu has never had that issue, when they aren’t together they always feel like something is missing… someone is missing…
+1 message from “ my namsu ❤️”
” Whatever pays the bills babe.. not like I want to be here, but just go to bed and before u know it im back home, cyaa”
“No? I’m not just gonna go to bed without being fully aware you’re safe and sound and actually on your way home?”
Su-bong thinks to himself
A message like that is enough to get him writing an entire sad album just about him wanting Nam-gyu to stop taking other peoples shifts, just because they ask him to. And yeah mabye Su-bong is a little immature for wanting to write about something as small as that, but it’s really getting to a point where he feels like he sees his producer more than his boyfriend, and that messes with you. Su-bong thinks about what he can do to get him home, when he thinks it’d be easiest if Nam-gyu just faked being sick, because club pentagon has such high damn standards, that if even the smallest thing happens to a staff member they’re replaced, which is dumb but it works in his favour tonight. So he texts Nam-gyu:
“Babee cant you just fake something so u can come homee?? Not ur fault whoevers shift you took is missing or wtv, please i rlly miss you”
”my namsu ❤️ ” is typing…
“ bae ill try, cant promise shit tho.. i love you”
Well it was worth a shot? And he didn’t get a no, so lets wait a little-
+1 message
”omw”
Lets gooo! About 10 minutss later the lock is getting messed with, before it unwinds, to reveal a very tired, messy haired, cold Nam-gyu walking in with very minimal light in his eyes. Su-bong practically jumps out, to greet Nam-gyu with a tight, warm hug. The drastic shift in temperature making Nam-gyu slightly shiver as he hugs him back. >> Oh baby i missed you << he softly mumbles into Su-bong’s shoulder, letting out a quiet yawn in the process . >> I missed you too, Darling. But please- stop taking over other people’s shifts, just because they asked without harassing at you in the process << Su-bong pleads, as he rubs Nam-gyu’s back.
When they finally separate from the embrace, knowing they didn’t really want to; all they do is gaze at each other for a second or five. Nam-gyu undoes his scarf and shrugs off his coat, fixing his hair as he lets the recently dusted snow fall from the top of his head, his sleeve rolling down a little, exposing his “lucky number seven” tattoo.
Su-bong always adored it, he adores every part of Nam-gyu, his small flicks, his comfortable basic clothing style, his strength that allowed him to quit taking substances, and the way he’d always look him whenever they were apart.
And before he even knows it he’s s back in bed, Nam-gyu’s arm around him, and watching some generic early 2000s rom-com on their projecter, that Su-bong pressured for them to get instead of a second tv in their bedroom.
But outside the moonlit city is still cold, cruel, neon and judgemental, and it always has been, and always will be.
But in here; it’s diffrent.. here they'd lie comfortably, wrapped in the warmth of each other, never wanting to change a thing.
As the movie slowly comes to an end, with the main characters finally getting their happy ending or something like that, Su-bong didn’t t really keep up that much with it, ‘cause he only had his eyes on the sweet boy clinging to him, who was infatuatedly keeping up with the storyline.
But now he seems rather sleepy, which is quite understandable, Su-bong relates
Nam-gyu relaxes as the surroundings and the knowing that he gets to sleep tonight settle in . He feels Su-bong adjust his hold around his waist. The tightening in his shoulders beginning to ease up, as he curls into Su-bong’s shoulder, the collision of skin inducing a small wave of warmth, to the both of them
>> How do you make me feel like this? << he asks
>>What do you mean-? << Su-bong relinquished, afraid he’s doing something wrong
>> It’s just.. No one has ever gaven a shit about me or my life, but i feel like…- you make me feel like I’m the most important person in the world, and i just… can’t figure out how?<< Nam-gyu inquired
>> uh- I just know I want to make you feel good, and.. because you ARE the most important person in the world, to me.<<
Nam-gyu quietly snickers
>>Please never change, baby<< he reassures Su-bong , as drowsiness tugs at him.
He moves his position a little closer, clutching onto Su-bong’s shirt, their legs tangling
Su-bong; enjoying it, gestures for him to come lie on his upper torso instead, which Nam-gyu complies to, instantly feeling way more comfortable as he snuggles into Su-bong’s chest, as Su-bong runs his hands repeatedly through Nam-gyu’s hair, his other arm tightly cradling the back of his lover. Nam-gyu wrapping his arms around Su-bong’s torso, burying his face a little deeper into the soft sweater. Both the heater, and the graze of the blanket: generously suppling them with warmth.
The soft peck on his forehand and the heated hands softly running through his hair being the last straws needed to instantly drift away into sleep.
But Su-bong can’t pretend he isn't juuust about to fall asleep, forever. And running his hands through Nam-gyu’s soft long hair as it gently weaves it’s patterns into Su-bong’s fingers isn’t exactly helping him stay awake.
And soon the night takes him too
So they’re re they lie: comfortably, tangled in each other, and warm. And once again the light of love always shines through brighter than even the thickset layers of snow <3.