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— Sung-ah, do you think my English is bad? — while the question might've seemed out of place, especially considering their current relaxed state and the long silence beforehand, Han didn't question Min-ho. They understood each other well and could say whatever, unless it didn't fit the room, which was a rare occasion.
They were laying in Sungie's bed, his perfume long integrated in the walls. Sweet, luring – not only for Min-ho. His bed was plush from pillows to blanket, but not solely for his own comfort. He'd be perfectly satisfied with normal, cotton bedsheets, but Lino's skin was too picky, so Han decided to match the ones jagi had in his room.
The plush bedsheets were probably switched a thousand times by now, but did it matter? As long as both of them found comfort in each others' beds – who cares? Especially when their congenital scents inherited the fate of the aforementioned sheets, blending together in one, sweet treasure.
— Why would I? You're perfect the way you are. — Ji-sung was scrolling his instagram feed while talking to Min-ho, one hand above his head with the phone, while the other took its place on his tummy. Lino didn't seem to be satisfied with such an answer, crawling up on Hanji and forcing a loud, croaky whine out of the latter.
— Hyu~ung, you're heavy! — the hand carrying his phone was now resting on the bed, safe and sound unlike the other one which was now pressed down thanks to the weight of a certain someone. Luckily, Han managed to free his arm from this cat in a humans body, now looking him in the eye.
Lino loved resting on his jagi. He loved being around him in general. Standing next to him, touching, being in the same room never felt enough, especially when the cameras were nearby. He didn't care; never did, but the ones filming and editing did. They didn't like how much content was forced out of the final piece thanks to "boddaramji".
Did he change his behaviour? No. Why would he? It's not his problem that they have problems with him. Besides, he never got into big troubles because of his unhealthy (for some) obsession with Hannie. Not only that – their fans seemed to like their chemistry since forever. Just like they did each other.
— You're saying I'm fat? — a thick teasing tone was coating his words, yet it still made Sungie react the way he wanted him to. Such a silly little bug. Han frowned his eyebrows and huffed before defending himself.
— I never said that! Why did'ya ask anyways? — Ji-sung looked at Min-ho's hair and couldn't resist the urge to touch it – he didn't even try, but whatever. He gently pet Irino's head before cradling a few strands of his black hair between his fingers. This colour looked good on him. Everything does. With this face card it'd be strange if not.
Min-ho doesn't dye his hair that often, but it was still damaged. Although, it was nothing comparing to whatever Aussie line had going on. Ji-sung liked to touch his hair – it reminded him of the times when all of them were living together and Lino would sit at his bed. Han never missed the chance to pet him.
— 't was hard to read on the last interview. Maybe I should improve? — Min-ho relaxed onto the touch, his cheek pressing to Sungie's chest. He felt Han's heartbeat, slow and steady. He decided to close his eyes and count in what rhythm it beats. Exactly the same as his own. How delightful.
— If you want to. Y'know I'm always here to help. — Ji-sung smiled, gently scratching Lino's scalp. He left his phone next to himself, free hand now resting on Min-ho's lower back. He could swear he heard a small purr from hyung.
He loved this big kitty. Maybe a bit too much, but he got used to it after oh-so many years. Sometimes, when Min-ho would do the same in giving all his affection towards his precious bug, he'd feel anxious. He'd think "I deserve less", when in reality he got what he earned – the world in the face of his soulmate.
Lino never asked for much, but made Han feel complete nonetheless. When he closed everyone off, when he felt like the darkness would soon consume him, always. And he felt more than grateful for that. He felt blessed.
— I love you. — Sungie never thought that Lino's voice could get any more silky; more gentle. High, airy, full of adoration towards his Hannie. Min-ho's English sounded oh-so cute and addictive, Ji-sung wished he'd speak more. For that, he'd do anything.
— I love you too, baby. — Sungie smiled, the hand on Irino's lower back slowly slithering higher, stopping on his waist. Soft, like his behaviour. Like his intentions. Min-ho looked up which made Hanji stop his caressing and look him in the eye.
— You have many work tomorrow? — Lino's voice got lighter, barely above whisper. He wasn't scared of sounding weird or silly when it was Sungie who listened to him, because he knew that he was safe in his hands.
— No, I'll be home before you. I have a packed, but short schedule. — Han continued gently playing with Min-ho's hair until he saw the blinkies. It was the laziness in his body that stopped him from smooching Lino's whole face until there wasn't any millimeter left untouched.
— Packed in this context is chassji and schedule is iljeong, baby. — now, when Min-ho's eyes lit up and he let out a small "hoh", Hanji knew that he understood. He gave Lino a small pat before continuing gently scratching his scalp, fingertips barely pressing into the skin, but still doing their job.
Min-ho was awfully quiet for some time, yet Sungie didn't hurry him for an answer or a topic change. He was patiently waiting for his jagi to translate the sentence in his brain, not even distracting himself with the phone.
Since when are they patient like this? Well, they always are with each other. Irino would wait for Sungie to chisel a particular beat for hours, and Sungie would wait for Minho to pick a perfect piece of meat at the grocery store as long as necessary. Yes, there was some space for a pinch of teasing and minuscule irritation in return, but the result was always the same.
— You work hard. You need more rest. — Min-ho looked up from his eyelashes, nuzzling his cheek a bit more into the soft chest of Ji-sung's. He was getting sleepy while Hanji's mind was suffering from a several cuteness aggression. The only thing holding him back was the fact that Lino would have to adjust a bit for him to get kissed silly and Sungie didn't want that.
— You should rest too, baby. Look at you. — Lino hummed in response, slow blinkies not helping with his zero-efforted attempts to stay awake. Han saw that his jagi is barely holding up which made him smile. He wasn't making fun of him for taking a nap, he just found his soft voice and visuals extremely adorable.
Ji-sung sighed dreamily, the hand on Min-ho's waist slipping to the latter's hand just to bring it to his face and kiss the digits. A high purr blessed Han's ears before being replaced by a steady breathing. So. So soft.