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Sehun hears the sound of the keypad being pressed. He glanced at the clock on his phone, frowning at how late it is. He doesn’t move from his spot the couch, though. He’s already curled up in his blanket and he’s already so deep into his doom scrolling for the night. It would take a herculean effort in his part to get up.
The front door is opened, and Sehun can hear his boyfriend’s mumbled greeting as he takes off his shoes. “I’m home.”
Sehun sighs and begrudgingly gets up. He normally wouldn’t, but he can hear the exhaustion in the older man’s voice.
“Welcome home, hyung.”
Junmyeon looks up at him, surprised, and Sehun frowns at how dark his under eye circles are. “Hey, why are you still up?”
“Waiting for you,” Sehun replies. “I haven’t seen you for more than 10 minutes a day for a while now, I kinda missed you.”
Junmyeon laughs. “Well, I’m right here, love.”
He takes a couple of steps forward and plops into Sehun’s embrace, and the younger’s arms automatically snakes around his body, holding him tight.
“Missed you too,” Junmyeon mumbled against Sehun’s chest. “Missed this.”
“You hug me every night to the point of suffocation, hyung,” Sehun chuckles.
“Well, I wasn’t doing it consciously,” Junmyeon replies. “Let me be. I have, like, separation anxiety, or something.”
“Loser,” Sehun teases. “You miss me that much?”
Junmyeon pouts. “I miss working with you. It’s not the same without you in my corner. Everyone is so mean to me.”
“I’ll give them an earful next time we all have dinner, then.”
“Thank you,” Junmyeon says. “I’ll hold you to that.”
“Anyway,” Sehun says, raising one hand to stroke Junmyeon’s overgrown hair. “Have you eaten yet? Your mom sent us some food, it just arrived when I got home from work today. I can reheat it for you, if you want?”
“No, thank you, love,” Junmyeon says with a yawn. “I just wanna change into my PJs and go to sleep. I am beat.”
“Oh, speaking of PJs—have you been raiding my closet again? My new PJs have all mysteriously gone missing.”
“It’s in my drawer,” Junmyeon replied sheepishly.
“You know you could’ve just buy your own, or get a matching set with me. Why do you always have to wear mine?”
“Smells like you,” Junmyeon mumbles. “Also I like that it’s too big on me. Makes me feel small and cuddly.”
“You’re in your 30s, hyung.”
“And am I not the cutest person you know?”
Sehun huffs out a laugh. “You got me there.”
Their conversation dies down, but the silence is comfortable. They probably look really silly, hugging each other like that in the middle of their apartment, but Sehun is cherishing it. He loves how warm Junmyeon is in his arms. He really did missed this—Junmyeon’s warmth, the way he fits perfectly inside Sehun’s embrace, and just. Being close together like this.
People have teased them a lot over this, the way Junmyeon always finds ways to touch Sehun whenever they’re together. Junmyeon finds his presence comforting, Sehun is the person he feels safest with. Sehun feels shy sometimes by the sheer attention that Junmyeon gives him. He pretends he hates it in public—just for show, he has to save face somehow—but at this point, practically everyone on earth knows how down bad he is for Junmyeon.
“Babe,” Junmyeon starts before he lets out a big yawn. “Sleepy.”
“Go ahead,” Sehun says, kissing the top of Junmyeon’s head before he lets him go. “I’ll make you a cup of tea, yeah?”
“Best boyfriend ever,” Junmyeon calls out as he walks into their bedroom. “Love you.”
Sehun smiles at that.