"One Day, Three Autumns"
Title: One Day, Three Autumns
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: JinJun
Fandom: F.Cuz
Summary: Dream Team has taken Jinon away for an extended period of time, and while most of the group has come to accept it already as a common happening, one of them feels like something is missing. Distance makes the heart grow fonder, but that doesn’t make it any easier to deal with.
Notes: This feels so much better to write than that KanU. Not that I didn’t like that fic, lmao. Aaah, I got really sappy in this D: Maybe even a little bit angsty… which is bad because I can’t write angst
And yes Shawol followers, I will work on My Beautiful One now x.x
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The evening before he left was the ‘official’ goodbye.
It wasn’t really a shock to any of them, since Jinon’s departure wasn’t exactly news. Their leader had told them about the scheduled trip for Dream Team long before they had even purchased the plane tickets. More or less, it was just a recap of what he’d already told them. Where he was going, how long he’d be gone, and ‘yes LeeU, I did tell you I was packing that jacket, so no, you can’t borrow it.’ They all nodded, wished him the best, then all sat together to have dinner and chit chat about the most obscure things like they always did. To give their leader a break, Kan had volunteered to cook that night, and had actually done a pretty good job. Only Yejun was picking at his food more than normal, not because of the taste, but because of the other thoughts rolling around in his head. Regardless, he smiled through it all, eating and participating in the conversation where it seemed fit. The maknae and lead vocalist were assigned to cleanup duty, which was essentially just dishes and flinging water at eachother.
Evening slipped away with each member going about their own tasks. Soon enough, night had fallen, and they were getting ready to check in for the night. Jinon had long since gone to sleep, wanting to get as much rest as possible since he had to be up early and had a long trip ahead of him. After slipping into pajamas and brushing his teeth, Yejun shuffled into the bedroom, ignoring the sounds of his other two hyung’s scuffling in the living area. The last thing he heard was some string of words that involved Kan’s mother and what sounded like a couch cushion hitting LeeU in the face. All in all, everything was how it should be. The youngest slid under the sheets, the deep, steady breathing of the rapper telling him that he was far off in dreamland. Their time alone was limited, what with two other people around them constantly, but Yejun treasured every second. He scooted closer, resting his forehead between Jinon’s shoulders, arm softly draping around his waist.
Jinon wasn’t stupid, but he could be a bit oblivious at times; completely ignorant to how Yejun’s smiles were just a bit warmer to him than anyone else, how the maknae’s touches were just a little bit softer than with their other members, how eagerly he reciprocated the skinship the older man presented him… and how much his heart ached when he left for these trips. Yes, Dream Team was great for their pocket book, it did get their name out there and Yejun was sure Jinon had fun on the sports variety show, but he almost felt jealousy towards the program. It was taking their leader away from them, wearing him down, and the maknae was beginning to get the idea that Dream Team was held as a higher priority than he himself was. Then again… - He felt Jinon shift, a hand lifting to come and rest on his own before the elder nodded off again - … how could he lose what he never had?
The following morning was when he left, and he almost got away unnoticed.
Almost, of course, being the key word. Yejun suddenly awoke to the sound of the front door shutting. He sat up, rubbed his eyes, and indeed, found that Jinon was no longer beside him, nor was his luggage still tucked away in the far corner. The youth glanced over to the other two group members; LeeU was contorted into a position that didn’t seem physically possible, and even with his awkward sleeping posture, Kan had managed to loop his arms around his hyungs midsection, keeping him near. The maknae lifted himself on dead legs, stumbling out of the bedroom. He caught himself on the doorway to regain his balance, and once he was sure his body was awake, continued out further into the dorm. He didn’t even bother to put his shoes on before rushing out the front door.
He stepped out just in time to see Jinon loading his bags into the backseat of the van. After shutting the trunk, he pulled out his phone, perhaps checking to see how much time he had to get to the airport. Oblivious as always… Yejun softly bit his lower lip, shutting the door behind him just loud enough to get the older man’s attention. Thankfully, all went according to plan; Jinon looked up from his phone, and though it was a bit too dark outside to be sure, Yejun was fairly sure he smiled. Whether or not he did wasn’t really important; the fact that the distance between them was quickly closing was. He envisioned himself throwing his body into the others strong arms, embracing him tightly, pleading with him not to leave; spilling out his heart and saying that things just felt so wrong when he wasn’t there. More so, he envisioned Jinon agreeing, returning his affection in the most passionate of displays.
And he felt his heart break when it was nothing more than a brotherly hug and questioning why he was awake at such an early hour. He lied through his teeth, saying he awoke with a dry throat and just needed a drink of water, saw the headlights out the window, and figured he’d see him off. What would Jinon say if he admitted that he awoke with the door, and the only reason he got out of bed was because he couldn’t stand to wake up feeling so alone. At least this way, there was some kind of… conclusion to their night. He wouldn’t feel as lonely if he saw Jinon leave than if he just woke up and found him gone. Regardless of his subtle display of affection, the elder simply ruffled his hair, giving him a soft and concerned request to go back inside before he got sick. And so, he did, waving once more to him as he returned indoors.
He wouldn’t admit that he stayed in the livingroom, just out of view, watching as the vehicle drove off to the airport. He wouldn’t confess that his eyes began to sting as what limited vision he had of the van became none, and there was no way he’d agree with himself that he wasn’t able to feel secure enough to fall asleep that night until he’d rolled over and curled up the spot Jinon usually occupied.
The first day of Jinon’s absence, Yejun was running on very little sleep.
It didn’t help that the first few times he was on the verge of sleep, he’d catch a whiff of whatever shampoo Jinon had used that night and snap immediately out of his state, thinking that maybe the rapper had returned earlier. Each time he opened his eyes, he never had, and each time Yejun closed his eyes again, he forgot that he was on their leader’s side of the bed. Overall, the youth had gotten about three hours of sleep that night. Unfortunately for the maknae, today wasn’t a day that they all got to lounge around. They were scheduled for an interview that day, and it took both LeeU and Kan to drag the youngest up onto his feet. One less hour of sleep, and they just may have had to help him dress himself.
It took an extra bit of attention from the coordi-nuna’s to make him look less like a zombie, as well as an additional amount of makeup to hide the bags under the maknae’s eyes. Thankfully, whatever cosmetics the Coordi’s had happened to be liquid magic, and even though he felt like utter shit, Yejun looked completely refreshed. It was a good thing that looking good was all that had to happen. As soon as they met up with the MC, LeeU, being the second oldest, took on the role of being the talker. A good thing too, considering anything Yejun would have tried to say would have just been mindless, incoherent blabber. Smiling and nodding was really all that had to be done… until the host mentioned Jinon and questioned his absence.
He visibly flinched, feeling the tightness in his chest return to him after he spent all that time fighting it back. His eyes darted around, trying to find something that would take his mind off of the question, off of Jinon, off of the empty gap he felt in his heart. The only thing he found was a fancam that he forced a smile for and waved to. It was better than nothing, and it did manage to help him a small bit to see that he just made a girl’s day. This time, he did genuinely smile. Soon enough, there time was over, and the trio was off to their next appointment. It was one stop after another, and logically speaking, they all should have immediately passed out upon arriving home. Yejun, however, found the bed far too empty; found the sheets far too cold, and the absence of the eldest rappers body almost unbearable. The growing loneliness condemned him to wearing Jinon’s sweater before he was allowed to sleep.
The second day, Yejun couldn’t stay focused.
It started in the morning when he woke up with wet cheeks. Clearly sleeping with Jinon’s clothes wasn’t the best idea, since all it did was stick images of their handsome leader in his mind while he tried to sleep. He quickly wiped his face before either of his hyungs saw, and quickly rushed into the bathroom to shower. Perhaps the steam and hot water would get rid of the puffiness his eyes were clinging onto. After cleaning himself, he dressed into more comfortable clothing. Rehearsing was the only thing they had on their schedule today, but that didn’t mean their day was short… not by a long shot.
Usually they alternated between dancing and singing just so that they didn’t leave one side of their talent unpolished. Not to mention, one activity would give their bodies a chance to rest, and the other, their voices. It was a pretty simple pattern: finish a dance, finish a song, finish a dance, so on and so forth. The issue lay in that they weren’t able to get through anything without Yejun mixing up dance steps or completely missing his cue in a song. Tired. Just tired. That’s all he told them when Kan addressed the issue and LeeU told him to shape up. They’d all ran on less sleep and done just fine before.
What else could he say? They’d laugh if he tried to blame Jinon, but it was true. The choreography wasn’t designed for three people, and without the fourth body in there Yejun struggled. It was the same for singing, even if it was a song that Jinon didn’t have a lot of lines in. Just hearing his voice and knowing he was there kept Yejun in line. He didn’t mean to snap at them when they asked if he was okay, and he’d be sure to apologize later, but at that moment, everything was wrong to him. The practice was chaotic, his head was chaotic and everything made his heart ache because Jinon wasn’t there to tell him everything would be okay. That night, Yejun cried himself to sleep.
The third day, Yejun lost his appetite.
It was dinner time, and the maknae hadn’t even eaten three mouthfuls of what was on his plate. The same thing had happened for lunch, and he hadn’t even had breakfast that morning. He wasn’t a picky eater, but nothing seemed appealing to him that day… perhaps it was because nothing was made by Jinon… or it may have been because 90% of what was made that day was instant things from a box or the freezer. Whatever it may be, he scratched the tip of his nose, forced himself to take another bite, then pushed his plate away. He reclined, exhaled deeply, and stared at the ceiling. He wouldn’t be gone that much longer, would he? Then everything would go back to normal… until the next time he left.
The youth jumped, startled by the sudden buzzing of his cellphone in the pocket of his jeans. He rolled his eyes, expecting it to be a stupid gag text from Kan saying something along the lines of ‘is your refrigerator running?’ Instead, the youth was pleasantly surprised, finding that the contact on his phone came up as ‘Jinonie-hyungie’ and didn’t even have to think twice before opening the message to read it.
’LeeU and Kan said you seem down. I hid some sushi in the bottom drawer of the fridge if it’ll make you feel better. Hwaiting!’
He smiled for the first time that day, his head rolling back as he pressed his phone to his chest, as if that small digital bit of concern was enough to fill his heart and help it beat happily once more. The phone buzzed a second time, pulling his attention away to read the new message.
’And get some good sleep ^^ chu~~’’
His heart fluttered and then sank like a rock; sank because he knew there was nothing behind the word. It was just Jinon’s cute way of saying good night. The same way he said it to their fans. He scowled. He was sick of feeling like this; tired of being depressed over a lost cause and possibly getting sick because he just didn’t want to come to terms with everything. He stood, storming into the bedroom and gathering a pillow and blanket. He was sick of waiting. From that point forward, he’d just sleep on the couch until Jinon got home. That way, he knew he wouldn’t miss him.
That fourth morning, Yejun didn’t have to wait anymore.
He thought he heard a car door slam, but convinced himself he was dreaming. Why wouldn’t he be? Laying there in the dead of night, in Jinon’s clothes, with Jinon’s blanket, and yeah, he had probably taken Jinon’s pillow too. Just as Yejun pulled the sheet back over his head and persuaded himself to fall back to sleep, the handle on the front door rattled. He peeked out from beneath the covers in time to see the door open, letting in a shaded figure and his luggage. It was obvious who it was, but part of the scene just seemed like such a blessing to his crying heart that he wondered if he was still dreaming. The light from the kitchen flipped on, and it dawned on Yejun that, no, he wasn’t dreaming. His eyes wouldn’t be hurting from the sudden light if that was the case. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he got to his feet.
It seemed almost unreal… had he really only been gone three days? Not months or years? The maknae said nothing, silent in the doorway, simply taking a moment to observe. Even with his back to him, Yejun could tell how tired he was after the trip, and probably jet-lagged as well. His skin seemed a shade darker from the time outside, a miniscule bruise here and there from Jinon’s clutzy nature visible if he squinted. “Hyung?” he hadn’t meant to say anything at all actually. He just wanted to be sure it was really their leader, and then he was going to sneak off and go back to sleep. But no, words had slipped out, and now Jinon had seen him.
It was that same look he gave him three days ago when he’d stepped outside at some ungodly hour to say one last goodbye; surprise, concern for him not getting enough sleep, and the slightest traces of a smile on his face. There had been times in the past where Yejun had randomly awoken to find Jinon plagued by his own insomnia, reading or fishing for something to drink out of the fridge. Sometimes he’d join him and Jinon would pour him a bowl of cereal, the two just enjoying their time together until they were both sleepy enough to go back to bed. The youth smiled right back, wondering if maybe this would just be another one of those moments, and while he longed for it to be something more… he was okay with that.
As Jinon approached, the younger lifted his arms the slightest bit, expecting a welcoming hug. So when the rappers hands found his face instead of his waist; found their bodies drawn together in a whole new level of intimacy, Yejun was surprised his heart didn’t explode from shock. The heat of Jinon’s delightfully soft lips shot from his face all the way down to his toes, and if the older mans hands hadn’t traveled to his hips, the maknae was sure his knees would have completely given out on him. He gripped at the cotton covering Jinon’s upper half, as if he feared the slightest distance would have separated them for good. His eyes fluttered shut, and suddenly the wait seemed worth it.
It wasn’t the most romantic kiss, the two of them stumbling out of the kitchen and tripping back onto the couch, apparently concluding that breathing wasn’t nearly as important as staying sealed at the mouth. They were both previously tired, Jinon kind of smelled funny and Yejun was pretty sure the hit he took from the couches arm would leave a bruise on his thigh. It was clumsy at best, but such imperfection still found a way to be flawless. Each nip and brush of wet skin expressed a longing that Yejun never had the courage to put into words, and as Jinon pulled away to burry his face in the crook of the younger’s neck, leaving that flushed face exposed, Yejun could feel the others heart beat in time with his own. Physically…
“I missed you.”
… and metaphorically.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: JinJun
Fandom: F.Cuz
Summary: Dream Team has taken Jinon away for an extended period of time, and while most of the group has come to accept it already as a common happening, one of them feels like something is missing. Distance makes the heart grow fonder, but that doesn’t make it any easier to deal with.
Notes: This feels so much better to write than that KanU. Not that I didn’t like that fic, lmao. Aaah, I got really sappy in this D: Maybe even a little bit angsty… which is bad because I can’t write angst
And yes Shawol followers, I will work on My Beautiful One now x.x
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The evening before he left was the ‘official’ goodbye.
It wasn’t really a shock to any of them, since Jinon’s departure wasn’t exactly news. Their leader had told them about the scheduled trip for Dream Team long before they had even purchased the plane tickets. More or less, it was just a recap of what he’d already told them. Where he was going, how long he’d be gone, and ‘yes LeeU, I did tell you I was packing that jacket, so no, you can’t borrow it.’ They all nodded, wished him the best, then all sat together to have dinner and chit chat about the most obscure things like they always did. To give their leader a break, Kan had volunteered to cook that night, and had actually done a pretty good job. Only Yejun was picking at his food more than normal, not because of the taste, but because of the other thoughts rolling around in his head. Regardless, he smiled through it all, eating and participating in the conversation where it seemed fit. The maknae and lead vocalist were assigned to cleanup duty, which was essentially just dishes and flinging water at eachother.
Evening slipped away with each member going about their own tasks. Soon enough, night had fallen, and they were getting ready to check in for the night. Jinon had long since gone to sleep, wanting to get as much rest as possible since he had to be up early and had a long trip ahead of him. After slipping into pajamas and brushing his teeth, Yejun shuffled into the bedroom, ignoring the sounds of his other two hyung’s scuffling in the living area. The last thing he heard was some string of words that involved Kan’s mother and what sounded like a couch cushion hitting LeeU in the face. All in all, everything was how it should be. The youngest slid under the sheets, the deep, steady breathing of the rapper telling him that he was far off in dreamland. Their time alone was limited, what with two other people around them constantly, but Yejun treasured every second. He scooted closer, resting his forehead between Jinon’s shoulders, arm softly draping around his waist.
Jinon wasn’t stupid, but he could be a bit oblivious at times; completely ignorant to how Yejun’s smiles were just a bit warmer to him than anyone else, how the maknae’s touches were just a little bit softer than with their other members, how eagerly he reciprocated the skinship the older man presented him… and how much his heart ached when he left for these trips. Yes, Dream Team was great for their pocket book, it did get their name out there and Yejun was sure Jinon had fun on the sports variety show, but he almost felt jealousy towards the program. It was taking their leader away from them, wearing him down, and the maknae was beginning to get the idea that Dream Team was held as a higher priority than he himself was. Then again… - He felt Jinon shift, a hand lifting to come and rest on his own before the elder nodded off again - … how could he lose what he never had?
The following morning was when he left, and he almost got away unnoticed.
Almost, of course, being the key word. Yejun suddenly awoke to the sound of the front door shutting. He sat up, rubbed his eyes, and indeed, found that Jinon was no longer beside him, nor was his luggage still tucked away in the far corner. The youth glanced over to the other two group members; LeeU was contorted into a position that didn’t seem physically possible, and even with his awkward sleeping posture, Kan had managed to loop his arms around his hyungs midsection, keeping him near. The maknae lifted himself on dead legs, stumbling out of the bedroom. He caught himself on the doorway to regain his balance, and once he was sure his body was awake, continued out further into the dorm. He didn’t even bother to put his shoes on before rushing out the front door.
He stepped out just in time to see Jinon loading his bags into the backseat of the van. After shutting the trunk, he pulled out his phone, perhaps checking to see how much time he had to get to the airport. Oblivious as always… Yejun softly bit his lower lip, shutting the door behind him just loud enough to get the older man’s attention. Thankfully, all went according to plan; Jinon looked up from his phone, and though it was a bit too dark outside to be sure, Yejun was fairly sure he smiled. Whether or not he did wasn’t really important; the fact that the distance between them was quickly closing was. He envisioned himself throwing his body into the others strong arms, embracing him tightly, pleading with him not to leave; spilling out his heart and saying that things just felt so wrong when he wasn’t there. More so, he envisioned Jinon agreeing, returning his affection in the most passionate of displays.
And he felt his heart break when it was nothing more than a brotherly hug and questioning why he was awake at such an early hour. He lied through his teeth, saying he awoke with a dry throat and just needed a drink of water, saw the headlights out the window, and figured he’d see him off. What would Jinon say if he admitted that he awoke with the door, and the only reason he got out of bed was because he couldn’t stand to wake up feeling so alone. At least this way, there was some kind of… conclusion to their night. He wouldn’t feel as lonely if he saw Jinon leave than if he just woke up and found him gone. Regardless of his subtle display of affection, the elder simply ruffled his hair, giving him a soft and concerned request to go back inside before he got sick. And so, he did, waving once more to him as he returned indoors.
He wouldn’t admit that he stayed in the livingroom, just out of view, watching as the vehicle drove off to the airport. He wouldn’t confess that his eyes began to sting as what limited vision he had of the van became none, and there was no way he’d agree with himself that he wasn’t able to feel secure enough to fall asleep that night until he’d rolled over and curled up the spot Jinon usually occupied.
The first day of Jinon’s absence, Yejun was running on very little sleep.
It didn’t help that the first few times he was on the verge of sleep, he’d catch a whiff of whatever shampoo Jinon had used that night and snap immediately out of his state, thinking that maybe the rapper had returned earlier. Each time he opened his eyes, he never had, and each time Yejun closed his eyes again, he forgot that he was on their leader’s side of the bed. Overall, the youth had gotten about three hours of sleep that night. Unfortunately for the maknae, today wasn’t a day that they all got to lounge around. They were scheduled for an interview that day, and it took both LeeU and Kan to drag the youngest up onto his feet. One less hour of sleep, and they just may have had to help him dress himself.
It took an extra bit of attention from the coordi-nuna’s to make him look less like a zombie, as well as an additional amount of makeup to hide the bags under the maknae’s eyes. Thankfully, whatever cosmetics the Coordi’s had happened to be liquid magic, and even though he felt like utter shit, Yejun looked completely refreshed. It was a good thing that looking good was all that had to happen. As soon as they met up with the MC, LeeU, being the second oldest, took on the role of being the talker. A good thing too, considering anything Yejun would have tried to say would have just been mindless, incoherent blabber. Smiling and nodding was really all that had to be done… until the host mentioned Jinon and questioned his absence.
He visibly flinched, feeling the tightness in his chest return to him after he spent all that time fighting it back. His eyes darted around, trying to find something that would take his mind off of the question, off of Jinon, off of the empty gap he felt in his heart. The only thing he found was a fancam that he forced a smile for and waved to. It was better than nothing, and it did manage to help him a small bit to see that he just made a girl’s day. This time, he did genuinely smile. Soon enough, there time was over, and the trio was off to their next appointment. It was one stop after another, and logically speaking, they all should have immediately passed out upon arriving home. Yejun, however, found the bed far too empty; found the sheets far too cold, and the absence of the eldest rappers body almost unbearable. The growing loneliness condemned him to wearing Jinon’s sweater before he was allowed to sleep.
The second day, Yejun couldn’t stay focused.
It started in the morning when he woke up with wet cheeks. Clearly sleeping with Jinon’s clothes wasn’t the best idea, since all it did was stick images of their handsome leader in his mind while he tried to sleep. He quickly wiped his face before either of his hyungs saw, and quickly rushed into the bathroom to shower. Perhaps the steam and hot water would get rid of the puffiness his eyes were clinging onto. After cleaning himself, he dressed into more comfortable clothing. Rehearsing was the only thing they had on their schedule today, but that didn’t mean their day was short… not by a long shot.
Usually they alternated between dancing and singing just so that they didn’t leave one side of their talent unpolished. Not to mention, one activity would give their bodies a chance to rest, and the other, their voices. It was a pretty simple pattern: finish a dance, finish a song, finish a dance, so on and so forth. The issue lay in that they weren’t able to get through anything without Yejun mixing up dance steps or completely missing his cue in a song. Tired. Just tired. That’s all he told them when Kan addressed the issue and LeeU told him to shape up. They’d all ran on less sleep and done just fine before.
What else could he say? They’d laugh if he tried to blame Jinon, but it was true. The choreography wasn’t designed for three people, and without the fourth body in there Yejun struggled. It was the same for singing, even if it was a song that Jinon didn’t have a lot of lines in. Just hearing his voice and knowing he was there kept Yejun in line. He didn’t mean to snap at them when they asked if he was okay, and he’d be sure to apologize later, but at that moment, everything was wrong to him. The practice was chaotic, his head was chaotic and everything made his heart ache because Jinon wasn’t there to tell him everything would be okay. That night, Yejun cried himself to sleep.
The third day, Yejun lost his appetite.
It was dinner time, and the maknae hadn’t even eaten three mouthfuls of what was on his plate. The same thing had happened for lunch, and he hadn’t even had breakfast that morning. He wasn’t a picky eater, but nothing seemed appealing to him that day… perhaps it was because nothing was made by Jinon… or it may have been because 90% of what was made that day was instant things from a box or the freezer. Whatever it may be, he scratched the tip of his nose, forced himself to take another bite, then pushed his plate away. He reclined, exhaled deeply, and stared at the ceiling. He wouldn’t be gone that much longer, would he? Then everything would go back to normal… until the next time he left.
The youth jumped, startled by the sudden buzzing of his cellphone in the pocket of his jeans. He rolled his eyes, expecting it to be a stupid gag text from Kan saying something along the lines of ‘is your refrigerator running?’ Instead, the youth was pleasantly surprised, finding that the contact on his phone came up as ‘Jinonie-hyungie’ and didn’t even have to think twice before opening the message to read it.
’LeeU and Kan said you seem down. I hid some sushi in the bottom drawer of the fridge if it’ll make you feel better. Hwaiting!’
He smiled for the first time that day, his head rolling back as he pressed his phone to his chest, as if that small digital bit of concern was enough to fill his heart and help it beat happily once more. The phone buzzed a second time, pulling his attention away to read the new message.
’And get some good sleep ^^ chu~~’’
His heart fluttered and then sank like a rock; sank because he knew there was nothing behind the word. It was just Jinon’s cute way of saying good night. The same way he said it to their fans. He scowled. He was sick of feeling like this; tired of being depressed over a lost cause and possibly getting sick because he just didn’t want to come to terms with everything. He stood, storming into the bedroom and gathering a pillow and blanket. He was sick of waiting. From that point forward, he’d just sleep on the couch until Jinon got home. That way, he knew he wouldn’t miss him.
That fourth morning, Yejun didn’t have to wait anymore.
He thought he heard a car door slam, but convinced himself he was dreaming. Why wouldn’t he be? Laying there in the dead of night, in Jinon’s clothes, with Jinon’s blanket, and yeah, he had probably taken Jinon’s pillow too. Just as Yejun pulled the sheet back over his head and persuaded himself to fall back to sleep, the handle on the front door rattled. He peeked out from beneath the covers in time to see the door open, letting in a shaded figure and his luggage. It was obvious who it was, but part of the scene just seemed like such a blessing to his crying heart that he wondered if he was still dreaming. The light from the kitchen flipped on, and it dawned on Yejun that, no, he wasn’t dreaming. His eyes wouldn’t be hurting from the sudden light if that was the case. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he got to his feet.
It seemed almost unreal… had he really only been gone three days? Not months or years? The maknae said nothing, silent in the doorway, simply taking a moment to observe. Even with his back to him, Yejun could tell how tired he was after the trip, and probably jet-lagged as well. His skin seemed a shade darker from the time outside, a miniscule bruise here and there from Jinon’s clutzy nature visible if he squinted. “Hyung?” he hadn’t meant to say anything at all actually. He just wanted to be sure it was really their leader, and then he was going to sneak off and go back to sleep. But no, words had slipped out, and now Jinon had seen him.
It was that same look he gave him three days ago when he’d stepped outside at some ungodly hour to say one last goodbye; surprise, concern for him not getting enough sleep, and the slightest traces of a smile on his face. There had been times in the past where Yejun had randomly awoken to find Jinon plagued by his own insomnia, reading or fishing for something to drink out of the fridge. Sometimes he’d join him and Jinon would pour him a bowl of cereal, the two just enjoying their time together until they were both sleepy enough to go back to bed. The youth smiled right back, wondering if maybe this would just be another one of those moments, and while he longed for it to be something more… he was okay with that.
As Jinon approached, the younger lifted his arms the slightest bit, expecting a welcoming hug. So when the rappers hands found his face instead of his waist; found their bodies drawn together in a whole new level of intimacy, Yejun was surprised his heart didn’t explode from shock. The heat of Jinon’s delightfully soft lips shot from his face all the way down to his toes, and if the older mans hands hadn’t traveled to his hips, the maknae was sure his knees would have completely given out on him. He gripped at the cotton covering Jinon’s upper half, as if he feared the slightest distance would have separated them for good. His eyes fluttered shut, and suddenly the wait seemed worth it.
It wasn’t the most romantic kiss, the two of them stumbling out of the kitchen and tripping back onto the couch, apparently concluding that breathing wasn’t nearly as important as staying sealed at the mouth. They were both previously tired, Jinon kind of smelled funny and Yejun was pretty sure the hit he took from the couches arm would leave a bruise on his thigh. It was clumsy at best, but such imperfection still found a way to be flawless. Each nip and brush of wet skin expressed a longing that Yejun never had the courage to put into words, and as Jinon pulled away to burry his face in the crook of the younger’s neck, leaving that flushed face exposed, Yejun could feel the others heart beat in time with his own. Physically…
“I missed you.”
… and metaphorically.