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Junmin was tired down to his bones. Not the kind of tired where you yawn and stretch, but the kind where everything inside you feels heavy and slow, like moving through water. His head was full of noise from the crowd even though it was already over. His skin still held the warmth of the shower but it didn’t reach inside. He just wanted to drop into bed and stay there.
He did. He fell onto the mattress without thinking, face first into the cool pillow, arm tucked under it. The room hummed with the air conditioner. It was the kind of quiet he had been wishing for all day.
The door clicked soft. Junmin didn’t look up. He already knew who it was. He always knew when Minjae came close, like his body recognised it before his mind did.
The bed dipped. Weight moved toward him, An arm slid around his waist and pulled him back until his back met a warm chest. Heat soaked into him immediately. Minjae didn’t say a word at first. He buried his face into Junmin’s shoulder and breathed in, like he needed the scent to calm himself.
Junmin made a little sound, half asleep. “Minjae…”
“I’m here,” Minjae whispered. His voice was small but full. “Just… holding you.”
He nuzzled closer. His nose brushed damp hair at Junmin’s temple. His lips pressed a soft kiss there, then another, then one more, like he couldn’t stop. His hands slid under the hem of Junmin’s shirt, just his palms lying flat on skin, warming it.
Junmin sighed but didn’t push him away. He felt too heavy to move and too used to Minjae’s warmth to want to. “You’re so clingy,” he muttered into the pillow.
“I missed you,” Minjae murmured, almost like a confession. “All day I watched you smile at everyone and I wanted to keep you to myself. Just for a little.”
Junmin made a weak noise, something like a laugh. “We were together all day.”
“Not like this.” Minjae’s grip tightened. His cheek rubbed against Junmin’s hair. “Not where you’re just… you, and I get to hold you.”
He started kissing him again. Tiny, ticklish kisses along his jaw, his shoulder, his neck. Not rushed, just one after another, He whispered between them, “You’re always cold after showers. Let me fix it. Let me be warm for you.”
Junmin’s lips curved in a faint smile even though his eyes stayed shut. His body slowly relaxed, muscles unwinding under Minjae’s touch. He reached back and found Minjae’s hand, squeezing it weakly. “You’re ridiculous.”
Minjae’s laugh was soft against his skin. “Maybe. But you’re the only one I want to be ridiculous with.”
Junmin rolled over in his hold until they were face to face. Foreheads touched. Minjae’s eyes looked bright and nervous and full all at once, like he was scared Junmin might vanish if he blinked. He brushed his thumb over Junmin’s cheek, then leaned in.
The kiss was slow. Just their mouths touching, a little clumsy, a little warm. Junmin’s fingers slid into Minjae’s hair without thinking, a weak drag of fingertips, and Minjae made a small sound at the back of his throat like it was the best thing in the world.
The world outside the bed faded. It was just the two of them, the hum of the air conditioner, the smell of soap on Junmin’s skin and Minjae’s breath on his lips.
The kisses slowed until they were just lips resting together. Junmin’s eyes stayed closed longer each time until they didn’t open again at all. His breathing slipped into sleep right there against Minjae’s mouth. His fingers slid out of Minjae’s hair and lay loose against the sheets. For a moment Minjae stayed very still, afraid to move in case he woke him.
The room felt even quieter now. Only the low hum of the air and the tiny sounds of Junmin’s breaths. Minjae watched the way his chest rose and fell. The way a small crease between his eyebrows slowly faded as sleep took over. Even like this Junmin still looked tired, but soft and cute.
Minjae felt his chest ache in a quiet way. It was the kind of ache that came with loving someone. They had been together for a while now, but nights like this still felt new — Junmin turning towards him without thinking, letting him in even when he was worn out. It made Minjae want to hold him tighter and softer at the same time.
He brushed his thumb over Junmin’s cheek, careful not to wake him. His skin was cool under his touch. Minjae tucked the blanket higher over both of them and pressed a kiss to his temple. Junmin didn’t stir, just leaned a little closer in his sleep.
“I love you,” Minjae whispered into the dark. He didn’t need an answer. Junmin knew. He always knew. The words were small but they felt full, like a secret only the two of them shared.
Minjae stayed like that, just looking at him, until his own eyes grew heavy. His grip around Junmin stayed gentle but sure, as if holding could keep them both steady even in dreams. Then Minjae’s eyes closed too, and he slipped into sleep with Junmin’s warmth against him, his last thought still the shape of Junmin’s face.