— ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.

There's a vibration and he wonders if it was his parents to be the first to say something to him, but what he doesn't expect however, is the name of his boyfriend, gaze flickering towards the name. There's slight hesitation, but he presses play for his voice to reach his ears; it was almost nostalgic in a way, it brought him back to the way the used to communicate when Jongin was in USA. He's missing him horribly and he feels like there's an ocean in between them once again. Going home is all he'd ever wish to be asked for, so he doesn't even wait for the voice mail to end and he's up to his feet from the spot they'd once declared at 'hiding place', feet guiding him to the overly familiar apartment.

Work. His job doesn't have a particular schedule and that can be frustrating at times. Either he spend from morning to late afternoon with a photoshoot, sometimes even from morning to late night, but the results are pleasant. His salary increased, he looked well, his manager was proud and on business related, Sehun had no problems. However, how was this to help him when he truthfully wanted the attention of a single person? Someone he hasn't seen in almost a month face to face, nor carried a proper conversation with. Not on the phone, texts, just a few notes here and there.

Was this really how couples nowadays lived?

He was lucky to catch the last bus of the day that stopped near the building where their apartment was located at. Almost 10 pm he figured after he checked his wristwatch, hand gripping at the magazine that had him as this month's cover. He took an exemplary, maybe Jongin didn't have the time to see and Sehun was a proud boy, so he wanted Jongin to find out from him , that he had succeeded this far. But who was he kidding? Said boy was probably preoccupied with educational matters once again and wouldn't be home for another few days.

What he doesn't expect is seeing his boyfriend at the front door, figure asleep and looking as peaceful as ever. My God, for how long has he waited, was Sehun's first thought, as he crouches before the boy. The view itself stirs a lot of memories, happy ones and the corner of his lip twitches. Maybe it's not as bad as it thinks, maybe things will find a solution sooner than later. 

His arms had gained strength since the last time they've seen each other, so they encase Jongin's figure and carefully lift him up. If he wakes up, he'll have the chance to say a proper good night, if not, he'll just continue walking inside the apartment and to the shared bedroom, where he tucked the elder in, before placing the magazine by his side.