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Shota's first thought when he wakes up is "Where is Jongseob?"
Morning light spills through the curtains of the dimly lit room and it engulfs him in a warm orange. The room spins, and his head's all fuzzy, luckily he ended up crashing onto a proper bed instead of their worn out couch— the backpain isn't something he needs right now. His legs ache and his knee pops when he straightens it, damn, he isn't even in his mid twenties yet! He swears up and down he's not a workaholic— right..?
To be honest, all these papers that he's had to do these past couple weeks could pile up to reach the ceiling at this point; he might as well just live at the office.
Shota rolls onto his side to search for his phone, or anything, really. It takes a while of swinging his arms around, attempting to open his eyes without them falling back shut to finally hold onto their nightstand. The weather is unforgiving on his skin— sweat beads at his temples and rolls down his neck. When his eyes clear up, he reaches for his phone, and the time reads 8:36 AM. Yawning, he cracks his neck and gets up on wobbly legs.
Surprisingly, he's not in his work clothes. A pair of sweatpants, and a random t-shirt clings to his frame though it doesn't feel too nice with him being drenched in sweat. All he remembers from last night is, well, close to nothing. If he were to take a guess: came back from work, threw his stuff down, got changed, and immediately hit the bed.
It's getting normal these days, him being called for extra time and arriving home half asleep while still thinking about the next project he'll be put on. It's the opposite for Jongseob since he works at home, spending his days producing music that he hopes reaches the ridiculously high standards set out for producers such as himself. He enjoys it, though, says the pressure keeps him focused on making actual good songs that capture attention instead of random crappy stream-hungry ones. It's admirable. Shota knows his job has high stakes and all, but he can barely do a presentation without messing up 3 minutes in and ruminating about it for the next 3 business days.
The question still lingers: where is Jongseob? Scrambling footsteps make their way towards the living room of their shared apartment, old takeout boxes littered round with cushions on the floor that cast long shadows which almost reach him. And sure, their apartments pretty messy with random trash thrown around which he should definitely clean up when he has free time but—
"Are you there, sleepyhead?" Jongseob's voice is light when Shota turns his head to the sound, a smile tugs at his lips.
"Seobie," he blurts out and now Jongseob's the one smiling, snaggle tooth poking out, and those eyes he could never make contact with even after so long of their relationship. It smells different here with the windows cracked open, fresh air getting welcomed in with every sway the wind blows. Feels even nicer with him.
"Go wash up quickly, you were literally dead asleep," Jongseob tells Shota with a playful slap on the shoulder.
"Mm, okayokay.." It's hushed with a dash of sleepiness that still holds onto him. Turning around, his head spins once again but either way, he walks over to the bathroom.
Shota hastily brushes his teeth. Water drips down his arms to his elbows, and he just wants to get it over with. Cleanser stings his eyes when he tries to wash it off with cold water to wake him up, patting his face dry with a nearby towel. It should be his, but they basically share everything at this point; whatever gets tossed around in the apartment is free for either to use. Thinking about sharing, one thing Shota wants right now— to share a kiss with Jongseob.
Returning to the kitchen, he's greeted with a pretty Jongseob making coffee. Shota has to thank him enternally, really, Jongseob's just so caring and Shota can't even remember the last time he ate a real meal. Just some scrambled eggs and toast, another piece has strawberry jam spread on top and even more strawberries topped on it. Sure, it may not seem like much but Shotas fine with it, he never needed much.
Jongseob watches from where he's standing near the kitchen island. It's felt like forever he's seen Shota not rushing and scarfing food down his throat just to leave with a quick 'bye, love you!' It's surprising to even see him at home these days even though this is literally their apartment, always dashing through the door or around their house finding this and that.
Snapping out of his thoughts, "Like it?" He questions. Shota nods and holds out his hand in silent request for him to come closer. "Hm?" Jongseob makes his way over, thinking he needs something, when suddenly Shota cups his face and pulls him into a kiss. Jongseob's not one to deny lips he had long forgotten the taste of, licking the smudge of jam on the corner of Shota's mouth to feed it right back to him.
When they pull away from eachother, "Thank you, Jongseob-ah," is what Shota says. His eyes are glossy, and are the biggest Jongseob has ever seen them. He smiles, tucking a stray piece of hair away from his eyes. "It's really the least I can do," he replies. A fond smile spreads across Shota's face, his eyes forming like a crescent moon that sparkle under the nights sky.
The coffee machine bubbles with a 'pfft' alerting Jongseob that its done brewing. He returns to where he just was, grabbing a mug on the way and filling it with ice to pour it in. He slides Shota's mug over the kitchen island and pours one for himself. Jongseob turns and reaches into their fridge for milk. He can't even fanthom the taste of black coffee, how does Shota even enjoy that? Pouring the milk in, Jongseob already sees Shota drinking his coffe in big gulps. Cutie.
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Theyre sitting at their balcony, sipping away at coffee thats cooling down a little too fast but enjoyable during these hot days. Birds soar through the sky in intricate interchanging patterns— not that he's too interested in, its only something that fascinates Shota so much. Jongseob's just glad to rest and take his mind off of work for a while, forgetting how not being under pressure feels like anymore. Sipping at his drink, he looks over to see a very focused Shota— eyes all but distracted.
And in this lighting, where the sun hits his face in the most gorgeous ways: the soft bump of his nose, the smooth curve of his jawline, and those lips he'd never get enough of. He's staring, and he knows, but Jongseob's just admiring his Shota in an element he'd lost in time. This side of him that he hopes to see more often, someone who isn't just swamped with papers and due dates. Someone who is more than just a phone call away.
Someone for Jongseob.
He blinks away when Shota turns his head, curious on why the other went quiet. The wind blows his hair away to which he can see the clouds better. Some of them are shaped funny; maybe Shota would enjoy looking at the cat shaped one, he thinks. One last sip to finish his drink, and he turns back to him. Shota's expression changed, a slight frown now sticks to his face.
"I wish we could have times like this more often,"
"Mm?"
Shota sighs. "..I am sorry, I've just been so busy and forgot how it feels to spend time with you that isn't just—"
"Oh, Shota.."
Jongseob says while slowly grabbing Shota's face and closes the proximity with a kiss. The remnants of coffee swirl around in their mouths as they recover the memory of eachothers lips. Shota grabs onto Jongseob's jaw, tilting his head and deepening the kiss. They break apart only when they need to catch a breath, a slight smile now etched on Shota's face.
"I'm just fine with this,"
"If you are then.. I am too,"