“jung taeyong, relax,” jaehyun says with a laugh, and taeyong feels a somersault somewhere in his chest (or is it his stomach where jaehyun’s arms are? were the eggs used for the toast bad? or is it just cause he hasn’t gotten used to that name yet?) “you already did the dishes.”

"but you wouldn't have let me if i wasn't so stubborn."

"mhm. true."

taeyong frowns, pulls back to look at jaehyun's face. "what is it, jae? is something wrong? you can tell me. are we--"

jaehyun shushes him with a finger to his lips. "no. nothing's wrong, baby. i promise."

"okay..." taeyong purses his lips. then, placing his hands flat against jaehyun's chest, begins to push himself gently away from jaehyun's hold. "wait. i have to shower."

"later. please? you smell great."

taeyong scrunches his nose. "i also have to see what you haven't done--"

jaehyun tightens his hold around taeyong's waist, presses his cheek against the elder's head. barely a moment later, he starts to sway them both slowly, away from the sink and towards the middle of the dining room.

there's a quiet tune. taeyong realizes jaehyun's humming now.

"jae, what's this about?" taeyong asks, chuckling. he can't help the smile that pokes at the edges of his mouth. "you're being..."

cute, is what he wants to say, but he stops when he meets jaehyun's eyes. there's fondness and something else there, and his breathing catches.

"this," jaehyun supplies, as if the word is explanation enough. he buries his face against taeyong's jaw, nuzzles the skin there so that his next words are muffled: "i haven't done this. in a long while."

a pause.

taeyong listens when jaehyun sighs, "i've missed you so much."

oh, taeyong thinks. so that's what this is about. yesterday too: three rounds for each week that jaehyun spent out-of-town on business; much hair pulled, much skin bitten, all 'ahs' and 'baby, pleases,' and not a single condom used.

he blushes. so yesterday wasn't the end of it.

“i’ve missed you too,” taeyong says. he almost doesn’t catch jaehyun dip his head.

there’s a kiss. it’s quiet as the small gasp that escapes his mouth, tender as the hold on his waist, slow as the swaying of hips, safe as the closing of eyes, sure as all the kisses that follow.

the breaking away follows too soon, but not without taeyong chasing jaehyun’s mouth with his own.

“i thought you needed to shower,” jaehyun teases when they do break away to catch their breaths. he grins, which earns him a slap on the chest.

“i’m just glad you’re home,” taeyong says, honest. “thank you for being home.”

“yeah, i know. you screamed something similar yesterday,” jaehyun laughs. another slap to his chest. then, after a moment, he says with a kiss on taeyong’s forehead, “thank you for being my home.”

taeyong’s face is flushed. and he only reddens even more when jaehyun intertwines their fingers and he feels the cold touch of the metal band around jaehyun’s left ring finger. he really hasn’t gotten used to this. but he figures he doesn’t mind if he never will.

— end; that’s all —

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