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the sun has long since it set, the clock points at 11 o'clock. jiung has been counting the milliseconds until he gets home after a exasperatingly long day at work.
unbeknownst to him, somebody is already waiting for him at home.
the door beeps as he pushes the front door open, a sigh of relief finally escaping from him as he is impatient to get out of his work clothes, take a shower and call it a night.
except, jiung forgot what day it is. so he is confused when he finds the dinner table all set up. the candles, the cake, the expensive champagne.. but most importantly, the person resting his head on it, a sleeping keeho. his sleeping keeho.
shit, what was the occasion again? right, it's his birthday today.
he sets his bag aside somewhere on the floor and walks over to the sleeping figure on the dinner table.
he's tempted to wake him up, but he catches himself staring at keeho a little too long. he looks so peaceful in his sleep.
nevertheless, he can't let his boyfriend spend the night on the table. god knows what it'll feel like in the morning, and it's definitely not pleasant.
so jiung runs his fingers on the few strands of hair on keeho's face and nudges on his shoulder, with just enough force so he doesn't startle awake.
"nggh? jiung..", keeho murmurs, his eyes barely open.
"hey, it's me", a smile creeps up jiung's face at the sight of his sleepy boyfriend, then it almost immediately fades away when he sees keeho's face somewhat displeased.
"where were you? been waiting for a long time", keeho yawns and stretches his arms. "i called your cell, you didn't pick up so i figured you were busy".
"my.. phone died.. i got a bit held up with work. i'm sorry for making you wait", jiung feels the guilt pool at the bottom of his stomach.
keeho had gone out of his way to prepare a nice dinner for his birthday, got him a gift, and even baked him a cake; he can tell keeho baked it himself when he notices the evidence of squiggly frosting that practically has keeho's name written all over it even when the words spelled out on the cake are his.
keeho gets up from his seat, the chair legs scraping against the cold floor, the same floor jiung wishes he could sink into right about now, and takes the food away.
"wait, what are you doing?", jiung asks and keeho stops in his tracks. "it's late. you should go ahead and shower", then he disappears into the kitchen before jiung gets the chance to say anything else.
well now he feels like a jerk, he still preferred that keeho went to bed the moment the clock struck 7pm instead of waiting for him to get home at an ungodly hour— it was only 11pm, jiung's probably exaggerating it, but this situation just doesn't sit right with him.
his mind's a mess, still stuck between work mode and the thought of shutting off completely once his head hits the pillow, but now keeho is mad at him; and he should be.
jiung decides that a shower would really help to clear his mind, at least a little bit.
he strips himself of his work attire, the cold air striking his bare body as he hops in the shower for about 15 minutes. when he gets out, towel wrapped around his torso and another on his damp hair, he sees keeho already tucked under the sheets of their shared bed.
when he walks over to the closet to fetch a set of fresh clothes, he notices keeho eyeing him up and down, but keeho doesn't say a word.
usually he'd throw out some comments like "hey there mister hotshot" and chuckles to himself because he finds it hilarious when jiung's face goes red.
jiung puts on his clothes and carefully slips under the sheets, trying his best not to bother the person beside him who's facing away from him, scrolling away on social media because whatever is on there, it's probably way more interesting than jiung right now.
"so uh, we finally got the audited accounts signed today, one step closer to getting things done", jiung awkwardly chuckles, trying his best (it's actually the worst) to start a conversation.
"jiung, please. i really don't want to hear you talk about work right now", keeho sounds pissed.
jiung feels the guilt gnaw at him once again. this is definitely not how he pictured the conversation going on inside his head.
the sound of his phone turning off echoes about the room as keeho turns to face jiung. "sorry, didn't mean it like that".
"how was work?", he inches closer, and so does jiung. "work was.. fine", keeho scoots closer. "that can't be all that you have to say, you literally got home at 11pm", a playful smirk carves at the corner of his lips, keeho's beautiful, plump, voluptuous lips.
"hm, same old same old", jiung responds, his eyes go back and forth from keeho's eyes to his lips and back to his eyes.
they scoot closer, jiung cups his hand on keeho's cheek and leans in for a kiss.
a small peck was his intention, but a peck it was not, as the kiss blooms into something more passionate, more intimate.
it's been a long day at work, it's been a long week and it's not even thursday yet.
beneath the thick sheets, their legs tangle between each other, their kiss grows hungrier. jiung fails to hold back a moan when keeho bites on his lip.
"wanna talk about it?", jiung asks in between the kiss.
"no", keeho replies, his hand making its way to jiung's neck to pull him closer.
"pretty please?", a slight twinkle in jiung's eyes when his meets keeho's.
"you should've called and told me you were going to be late", keeho whines.
"i really should have..", keeho nibbles on jiung's lip. "i'm sorry". keeho slips his tongue in, jiung's arms wrapped around keeho's neck.
"mmh.. mhm", keeho hums as his tongue explores the inside of jiung's mouth.
keeho now hovers above jiung, his body makes jiung's figure look small beneath him. all that workout is definitely paying off now.
his lips leave jiung's as it travels down to his jawline, then his neck. keeho's tongue lap on the exposed skin and sucks on, making jiung purse his lips to contain the embarrassing noises he so very wants to let out.
"nggh keeho", jiung whines when keeho sucks on a spot a little too hard.
"mmh you like that?", keeho mutters into his skin in a tone that's way too teasing for jiung's liking, to which jiung responds with a shy nod.
then jiung nudges keeho away, finally remembering what he was trying to say. "you know, i mean it.. i'm really sorry. i'll never ever do it again, and i'll be damn sure to bring my charger with me at all times".
keeho smiles, tired. another peck on his lips, nothing more, nothing less, and pulls jiung closer to his chest. jiung is too tired to fight back, so he let's keeho hold him for the night.
"you know i love you, right?", keeho mumbles into jiung's damp hair; he was too tired and anxious to actually dry his hair properly, so he just leaves it that way.
another nod from jiung, "i.. love you too". keeho giggles in response, then kissed jiung's head.
"happy birthday, jiung-ah".