"Happy anniversary", he whispers in between kisses, feeling the younger smile against his lips. 

"I love you", Jisung answers, and it's the last thing Minho knows before he finally falls asleep. 

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the greatest things ever. Minho let's out a content sigh as he settles on his pillow, Jisung's face only inches away form his. He just needs to move his head a little and- Jisung is kissing him. So warm, so soft, so full of love. If Minho had to say what home felt like, it would be this exactly.

the three small fluffy bodies of his babies. He's just going to curl into a ball next to them and fall right asleep to their purring. 

Jisung manages to get Dori to move enough so they can slip under the blanket. Cuddled up in soft sheets, all freshly showered and with no clothes has to be one of

allow it, to make up for today. To spoil him and treat him good food and whatever else he would want. And Minho will buy him flowers. Jisung loves flowers. 

The cats have taken over their queen sized bed as the two of them shuffle into the bedroom. It's so dark and yet Minho's tired eyes can make

Dressed in fluffy bath robes, Minho sluggishly brushes his teeth while Jisung blow dries his hair. The hair dryer roars in Minho's ears but Jisung's diligent fingers brushing through his hair again and again, ground him. Minho makes a promise to take Jisung out on a date as soon as their schedules

the shampoo".

The painkiller has started to work and the warm water and comforting touch have reduced his headache to a dull pulse. He feels significantly better and even the worries regarding his solo dance have taken a step back. The morning will bring a new day to ponder on these things.

it's the best feeling in the world, having someone beside you with whom you can let go like this and just be. 

"Darling". 

He doesn't realize he's been drifting off until Jisung gently calls him back to the present, and he lifts his head off Jisung's shoulder with a confused hum. 

"Need to rinse

senses as Jisung massages shampoo into his hair. He sighs heavily as Jisung continues to lather his body in soap, kneading the tense muscles of his neck and shoulders. It hasn't always been so easy to let go like this, to let himself be taken care of, but he's learned to love it. If you'd ask Minho,

yawn that leaves his eyes teary. He lets Jisung peel him out of his clothes and only chuckles quietly when he tells him that he smells. Minho doesn't protest when the younger man guides him into the shower before stepping in behind him, and let's the water run warm. Lavender and vanilla fills his

arms wrapped around him, face pressed into the crook of his neck. Minho melts, eyes closed, he sinks into the embrace.

"I'm sorry", he whispers hoarsely.

Jisung shakes his head. "I got home not even an hour ago".

"Hyung let you go"?

"Hm, I told him".

Minho hums in acknowledgement and ends in a

mirror. He looks like a zombie, reddened eyes underlined by dark shadows, complexion pallid. 

"Hyung"?

Minho almost jumps out of his skin. He whips around, stumbling over his aching feet, and is met with Jisung, leaning against the door frame. Minho blinks, once, twice and then Jisung has his

using his hands to drink from the faucet to swallow down the bitter tablet. For good measure, he also slashes some ice cold water on his face until his collar and sleeves are soaked. He needs to take the shirt of anyways. All remaining thoughts leave Minho's brain when he meets his face over the

trust himself to not slip and hit his head or little toe  or whatever. He squints as he switches on the way too bright LED lights and reaches for the medicine drawer under the sink. He needs a painkiller, now. 

The box is almost empty and Minho leaves it on the washing machine as a reminder before

into the nearest corner. His jacket refuses to stay on the coat rack and Minho leaves it with a sigh. He can take care of that in the morning.

He shuffles down the hallway, past the empty kitchen and dark living room to the bathroom. Technically, Minho needs to shower, but practically he doesn't

not when 3racha is making themselves at home in the studio during comeback preparations. But Jisung's thick sneakers are thrown carelessly beneath the shoe rack, his house slippers gone. Minho doesn't bother to turn on the ceiling light before he slips out of his sneakers and drops his shoulder bag

accepted it was enough for the day. And then remembered he forgot to buy flowers. The apartment is dark, except for the night light shrouding the hallway in faint white, so Jisung must be asleep already. It doesn't happen often that Minho gets to bed after his nightowlish boyfriend and especially

His dance coach told him to get some rest, but Minho can't rest. Not when he only has three days left, not when he feels like he's disappointing not only himself but the other seven as well. What started as frustration turned into a splitting headache around one in the morning, when he finally

got home without falling over his own feet or running into a street light post. But here he is, trying not to groan too loudly while untying his sneakers. The evening didn't go as he hoped it would, practice stretching past ten, then eleven and he still didn't get those steps the way he wanted.