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The noise from the stage and the audience had faded and he finds himself in a comfortable silence. Donghae loves being an idol, he really does, but he's not 23 anymore; after hours of dancing, singing, and running around the stage, he's exhausted, his back aches, and the adrenaline rush of the concert has worn off; he just wants to drink some tea and sleep for at least 14 hours.
His thoughts vanish when he hears the bedroom door open and close; he doesn't bother turning around when he knows who's coming to see him.
A pair of strong, familiar arms wrap around his waist; Donghae lets out a happy sigh, finally feeling truly relaxed, he closes his eyes, enjoying the warmth of his boyfriend behind him and his lips pressing sweet kisses to his head.
"Haven't you had enough of groping me like a pervert all week on stage? You want to come and harass me in my own hotel room too?" He felt Hyukjae's smile widen and his own form spread across his face.
During the tour, his boyfriend had been more affectionate than usual. It's not that Donghae is complaining; actually, he likes the closeness, he always has, although now it's much better than years ago, when they tried so hard to just be best friends, as if they could ever be just that.
Now the older man is always hugging him, carrying him, gently stroking his back; especially when Donghae is in pain, Hyukjae notices immediately and is by his side in an instant. And of course, since he's been growing his hair out, the older man has been showering him with caresses, running his fingers through his locks every chance he gets. The man doesn't even want a banner poking his face; it's sweet, actually, as much as it's dramatic.
It's always the little things with Hyukjae, really, but he likes taking care of and spoiling Donghae, and Donghae likes being taken care of and spoiled; it's one of the many reasons why they're the perfect couple, Donghae thinks.
Hyukjae's laughter pulls him from his thoughts, and the sound is as beautiful as the first time Donghae heard it. He turns around to admire his boyfriend's handsome, smiling face.
"I can't help it, you look beautiful." Donghae gives him a shy giggle, knowing his face is already red and that he's acting like a lovesick schoolgirl right now, but Hyukjae has had this effect on him for decades, and he stopped fighting it years ago; so he just shuts his boyfriend up the best way he knows how to; Donghae kisses him the way he'd wanted to all night. In the peace of their room, feeling the closeness he always craves when they're apart, he loses himself in their intimate embrace and the sweet touch of their lips.
"So, you're kissing me without lifting your foot like a princess this time?" the older one says as they pull apart. The younger one chuckles and gives him a gentle shove in the chest, because he's an asshole who likes to ruin the moment, and then kisses him again, because he's the love of his life.
"Shut up, I should kick you out for making fun of me and being on top of me like an animal all night; you're lucky I love you." Actually, it's Donghae who's lucky to have found so early what many people search for most of their lives; even if he spent so many years trying to hide it and wishing he didn't feel the way he feels right now -it seems so stupid now, but he was young and scared and even more stupid than he is now- but he doesn't want to think about it too deeply right now, not when he's created such a pleasant atmosphere with the older man; because he knows he'll start to cry, as is so common with him. So he fights back the tears and smiles at Hyukjae through the tears that threaten to form in his eyes.
"I am." the older man replied with the same sincerity, without saying anything else; he just stared into his eyes as if he knew exactly what Donghae was thinking and feeling; after so many years, he probably does.
Now, he's in one of his favorite places in the world, in his boyfriend's arms around his waist, his hands gently caressing him, his soft breath against his own, his tender gaze, his gummy smile, and Hyukjae's entire presence enveloping Donghae like a warm blanket in the midwinter.
In the safety of his embrace, singing together on stage, brushing his shoulders as he watched the sunrise, writing songs for him, showing up at his house unannounced, doing silly things together, sharing his life with the older man; no matter where he is or what he's doing, he only feels this happiness when he's with Hyukjae.
And here, with Hyukjae looking at him as if he were the most precious thing on earth, he suddenly doesn't feel so much like sleeping anymore.