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airplanewishes ♥
baekhyun/suho
pg, 700 words
au. "I crave space. It charges my batteries. It helps me breathe. Being around people can be so exhausting, because most of them love to take and barely know how to give. Except for a rare few."
airplanewishes ♥baekhyun/suho
pg, 700 words
au. "I crave space. It charges my batteries. It helps me breathe. Being around people can be so exhausting, because most of them love to take and barely know how to give. Except for a rare few."
It's been one of those days. Joonmyun likes his job, he likes working with people, and all things considered, he's a pretty decent publicist. He even likes his client. Of course, he likes Yifan more when he's not sneaking out of his boyfriend's hotel room at two am and getting spotted by fans. Things are going to be bumpy for the next few weeks, but the only pictures were indistinct and if Yifan lays low, Joonmyun's confident they can weather this one. It could be worse, he supposes. He can spin an affair. He can't spin, say, joining a cult or a minor taxidermy hobby.
Joonmyun's been working non-stop since he got a frantic phone call in the wee hours of the morning. By the time he pulls into his driveway, it's already dark again, and he's too tired to even mourn the loss of the day. He takes a few tries to unlock the door, but he's not too exhausted to remember to carefully put away his shoes. He thinks about announcing his arrival, but as he makes his way into the living room, he catches sight of Baekhyun. He's curled up on the couch, dead to the world, and Joonmyun can't bear to disturb him.
It's not too bad, though. After spending all day on the phone or sweet talking reporters, not having to speak to anyone is kind of perfect. He sits at the kitchen counter in silence, carefully chewing the dinner Baekhyun had covered up and left for him and it gives him the chance to recharge.
It's like, for Joonmyun, when he's dealing with people, there's just this wall. He can give one hundred percent until a certain point and then bam, his batteries are drained and every moment is a fight. Today, he's hours past that point and it feels so nice not to have like four people talking to him at once.
He's turning to slide his dishes into the sink when he feels the press of a hand against his waist. “When did you get in?” Baekhyun asks softly. His eyes are puffy with sleep and his hair is a mess but his smile is sweet and affectionate.
“Only a little while ago,” Joonmyun admits, and Baekhyun sighs a little.
It probably shouldn't surprise Joonmyun anymore, that Baekhyun knows how to read him like this. Any other day, Baekhyun would have wrapped his arms around him and pulled him into a tight hug, but not tonight. His touch on Joonmyun's hip is featherlight, just enough to let Joonmyun know he's there, but not enough to make him feel crowded. “Don't tell me,” Baekhyun says. “You have to leave early tomorrow, too.”
“Unfortunately,” Joonmyun agrees.
Baekhyun waits for Joonmyun to come to him. It's Joonmyun who takes a step forward, resting his cheek on Baekhyun's shoulder as his eyes slide shut. The tension in his body has been slowly unwinding since he stepped through the door but the way Baekhyun's hand curls around the back of his head has Joonmyun melting into him. They stand for a long stretch, Baekhyun's fingers rubbing gentle circles into the small of Joonmyun's back.
When he pulls away, Joonmyun smiles and presses a quick kiss to Baekhyun's forehead. “What would I do without you?” he asks.
“Starve, probably,” Baekhyun suggests. “It's not like you have time to make food for yourself.” The grin he flashes at Joonmyun is quick and sharp and Joonmyun chuckles. Pushing Joonmyun's bangs out of his eyes, Baekhyun shakes his head. “Bed?”
Joonmyun throws a look over his shoulder at the dishes in the sink. “I should – ”
“Bed,” Baekhyun repeats firmly. “Go.” He pushes Joonmyun towards their room, throwing in a quick pat on the ass for good measure.
It startles a laugh out of Joonmyun. “Aren't you coming too?”
Baekhyun's thin, delicate fingers slide between Joonmyun's and it warms him to the tips of his toes. “Of course,” Baekhyun says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world, tugging him into the bedroom. Joonmyun follows easily, like he always does, and he's never been so content.
Joonmyun's been working non-stop since he got a frantic phone call in the wee hours of the morning. By the time he pulls into his driveway, it's already dark again, and he's too tired to even mourn the loss of the day. He takes a few tries to unlock the door, but he's not too exhausted to remember to carefully put away his shoes. He thinks about announcing his arrival, but as he makes his way into the living room, he catches sight of Baekhyun. He's curled up on the couch, dead to the world, and Joonmyun can't bear to disturb him.
It's not too bad, though. After spending all day on the phone or sweet talking reporters, not having to speak to anyone is kind of perfect. He sits at the kitchen counter in silence, carefully chewing the dinner Baekhyun had covered up and left for him and it gives him the chance to recharge.
It's like, for Joonmyun, when he's dealing with people, there's just this wall. He can give one hundred percent until a certain point and then bam, his batteries are drained and every moment is a fight. Today, he's hours past that point and it feels so nice not to have like four people talking to him at once.
He's turning to slide his dishes into the sink when he feels the press of a hand against his waist. “When did you get in?” Baekhyun asks softly. His eyes are puffy with sleep and his hair is a mess but his smile is sweet and affectionate.
“Only a little while ago,” Joonmyun admits, and Baekhyun sighs a little.
It probably shouldn't surprise Joonmyun anymore, that Baekhyun knows how to read him like this. Any other day, Baekhyun would have wrapped his arms around him and pulled him into a tight hug, but not tonight. His touch on Joonmyun's hip is featherlight, just enough to let Joonmyun know he's there, but not enough to make him feel crowded. “Don't tell me,” Baekhyun says. “You have to leave early tomorrow, too.”
“Unfortunately,” Joonmyun agrees.
Baekhyun waits for Joonmyun to come to him. It's Joonmyun who takes a step forward, resting his cheek on Baekhyun's shoulder as his eyes slide shut. The tension in his body has been slowly unwinding since he stepped through the door but the way Baekhyun's hand curls around the back of his head has Joonmyun melting into him. They stand for a long stretch, Baekhyun's fingers rubbing gentle circles into the small of Joonmyun's back.
When he pulls away, Joonmyun smiles and presses a quick kiss to Baekhyun's forehead. “What would I do without you?” he asks.
“Starve, probably,” Baekhyun suggests. “It's not like you have time to make food for yourself.” The grin he flashes at Joonmyun is quick and sharp and Joonmyun chuckles. Pushing Joonmyun's bangs out of his eyes, Baekhyun shakes his head. “Bed?”
Joonmyun throws a look over his shoulder at the dishes in the sink. “I should – ”
“Bed,” Baekhyun repeats firmly. “Go.” He pushes Joonmyun towards their room, throwing in a quick pat on the ass for good measure.
It startles a laugh out of Joonmyun. “Aren't you coming too?”
Baekhyun's thin, delicate fingers slide between Joonmyun's and it warms him to the tips of his toes. “Of course,” Baekhyun says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world, tugging him into the bedroom. Joonmyun follows easily, like he always does, and he's never been so content.
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Baekhyun waits for Joonmyun to come to him. It's Joonmyun who takes a step forward,
holds my face
and the endi n g im just
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Baekhyun is so adorable in this, where can I get one? :P
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baekhyun all curled up on the couch and the hugging and going to bed holding hands~
/melts
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And then I was like "alksdfjhakvjhkwjgfyiwoefhlvnmsbkjrhgowk Thisissocutewhatisairwhatislife"
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Now I feel all warm and tamed ♥
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