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Jisung sighs as he steps into his room, grabbing the bag slung on his shoulder to throw it on the bed as he struggles to get out of his converse boots. His legs hurt from having spent nearly the entire day running after the professor overlooking his doctoral dissertation, but the soreness of his muscles isn’t enough to deter him from his routine.
He takes out his phone stashed in the back pocket of his jeans, walking towards the refrigerator to grab himself a glass of water as his fingers move to dial up his boyfriend’s number, movements more habitual than consciously planned. Jisung glances at the clock, wincing as he realizes that he’s just a bit later than their usual scheduled time for FaceTime before Minho starts going on about his day and Jisung slips into the comfort of his bed to wear off the day’s exhaustion.
With two rings passing by without Minho’s face popping up on his screen, Jisung’s almost sure that he’s managed to miss the older who must be already on his way to the gym for morning workout. He’s about to place the phone down on the coffee table, settling himself against the edge of the couch as he curls into himself to ward off the cold, when the other’s raspy voice breaking the silence of his surroundings sends shivers down his spine.
“Jisungie? What time is it?” Minho says, his hands busy rubbing circles into his eyes as he squints and winks to adjust himself to the screen’s brightness glaring at him.
It’s a rare moment for Jisung to catch Minho like this, wrapped up in his blankets with Dori cuddled up by his side and his hair a mess of strands sticking up in all directions. It’s difficult to make out Minho’s entire figure by the way he’s still shrouded in darkness in his room, with the light from his phone serving as the only source of illumination, but there’s no denying that he looks so beautiful.
His lips are drawn into a pout, tugging at Jisung’s heartstrings at not having the opportunity to kiss them and hear the soft giggle that’d escape through them despite Minho’s attempts at maintaining an unbothered demeanor. He misses curling up against his boyfriend’s chest, head resting in the crook of Minho’s neck as he’d fall asleep to the rhythm of Minho’s heartbeat below him, never failing to be a little faster when Jisung would press a gentle kiss against his jaw.
It’s been just three weeks, and he can’t remember why he’s spending his time oceans away from Minho. Nothing seems to be worth missing the warmth of Minho’s hands wrapped around his torso.
“For you? Lemme see,” Jisung says, biting down on his lower lip as he quickly shuffles to the dual clock on his homescreen, “6:38 am.”
“Wha—,” Minho mutters, his voice muffled by the sounds of his blankets moving as he shuffles to sit up. Jisung can still see the remnants of sleep in the eyes he loves so much, always lidden with so many stars, “God, Sungie. You owe me sleep. So much sleep.”
“What?” Jisung stutters, the overflowing admiration for his boyfriend converting into panic as the reality of the situation dawns upon him. Just because they’d spend everyday talking at such early hours for Minho, he had completely missed the fact that he’d definitely woken up his boyfriend who was trying to sneak in a few more hours of sleep on the weekend.
Guilt starts pooling up in Jisung’s stomach as he catches on to the exhaustion in Minho’s features. He had spent the last three weeks calling Minho up at the same hour every night, without realizing that there might be days when the other could be too tired to entertain him. It’s jarring for Jisung to accept just how selfish he’d been by not considering Minho’s comfort, and wanting him to be there whenever he’d make his way back to the room at the end of his working hours.
“Fuck, hyung. I’m so sorry,” Jisung mumbles, hands moving to bring the phone closer to his face as he prepares to disconnect the call and let Minho get his well deserved rest, “Please go back to sleep, I didn’t realize it was already sunday for you.”
“What? Baby, no—.”
“I should’ve been more careful. I’m sorry about waking you up.”
“Jisungie, no,” Minho states, and it’s in a stern voice which doesn’t leave any room for arguments and Jisung thinks it might be for the best because otherwise it would’ve been hard for him to stop rambling with apologies. “I was just joking, I’d never wanna miss a call from you even if it’s like two in the middle of the night.”
“You shouldn’t have to do that,” Jisung whispers, his eyes falling away from Minho’s face on the screen when the guilt weighing on his heart becomes too much for him to look at the older who’s been selfishly devoting his time to make sure Jisung wasn’t having a hard time moving away for his research work.
“I don’t ‘have to’ do it, baby. I am choosing to,” Minho says, his voice softening as he urges Jisung to look at him again. He waits there, just like always, for Jisung to calm himself down and look up again before he continues, “I don’t want to spend even a second more than I have to without talking to you—looking at you. So please, don’t feel bad about this okay? It’s the weekend anyways, I can sleep anytime but I need my dose of Han Jisung first and foremost, okay?”
“I’m still sorry, hyung. You have to put up with this long distance thing because of me, so please tell me if it gets too tiring?” Jisung says, a bittersweet smile ghosting on his lips as he considers the possibility of losing what he was with the other. It’s unbearable, but he would always prioritize Minho’s wellbeing over his own and that’s a truth that strengthens with every second he spends loving the other.
“It’s hard, I’m not going to lie. But it’s never going to get tiring, Sungie,” Minho whispers, smiling in a way which is so fond that it causes an unbearable need in Jisung’s heart to be there and kiss him silly, “As long as I know that I get to see you at fucking ungodly hours of the morning, I’m always going to want this.”
“Seriously?” Jisung giggles, fighting back the tears pooling in his eyes as he looks at his boyfriend. So, so beautiful and endearing, just for him to see.
“See, what you’ve turned me into?” Minho groans, and even the lack of brightness in his room can’t help hide the red tinting his cheeks, “After all the times I’ve said I hate fools in love, you turn me into the sappiest one.”
“Yeah, well, you wouldn’t want it any other way.”
“I hate to admit that you’re right,” Minho says, sporting the prettiest grin for Jisung to fall in love with it even more.
“Did you eat something before coming back?” Minho questions, once he’s batted Jisung to put his fond gaze away. No matter how much he kept chiding the younger, it was hard when the hint of shy smile would ghost over the corner of his lips.
“Yeah, I got some food with the others,” Jisung confirms, putting away the glass of water he’d been sipping on to lie down on the mattress. It’s uncomfortable when he’s still donning his outfit from the day, but Dori stirring and curling closer to Minho’s side has him cooing before he can manage to do anything about it.
Yet, not even the slight furrowing of his eyebrows escapes Minho’s eyes.
“How excited were you to call me, baby?” Minho giggles, his free hand petting the cat pressed against his side before stretching over to the side to turn on the lights. He grabs his glasses in the process, coming to settle them against the bridge of his nose, before he focuses his attention back on the whiny boy on the other end.
“Shut up.”
“Tsk, Jisungie. That’s no way to talk to your boyfriend who’s up at like six in the morning to talk to you,” Minho teases, his smirk morphing into an endeared smile as he takes notice of the pout on his boyfriend’s lips. So adorable. “Go slip into something more comfortable, hm?”
“But I just wanna talk to you,” Jisung whines, his lips jutting out more to emphasize the pout that’s always managed to win over Minho.
“Well, leave me on as you change,” Minho says nonchalantly, winking as if his words aren’t enough to have heat rushing to the back of Jisung’s neck.
“You’re insufferable.”
“Is that a no?”
“I don’t know, what’s in it for me?” Jisung questions, testing the waters even though he knows he didn’t have the tiniest bit of heart to deny Minho’s proposition. Every second that he gets with his boyfriend, he’ll be gladly rushing to take it.
“What are you proposing in front of our child, Sungie? Scandalous,” Minho gasps, stealing a glance at Dori and Jisung’s sure he knows he would’ve earned himself a smack on the arm if there wasn’t physical distance separating them.
“Shut up!” Jisung huffs, pressing his cheek into his arm to hide the blush deepening against his skin. Two years of having been in a relationship with this man, and still every second of it has Jisung reacting as if he’s the same boy who fell in love with the pretty senior at college orientation. “I was just gonna say that you let me watch you work out today.”
“Bet.”
“Alright,” Jisung grins triumphantly, already making his way off the bed to grab some clothes out of the closet.
If he spends the rest of the night talking to his boyfriend and ogling his body, which he’s sure Minho seems to be exaggeratingly flexing throughout his routine at the gym for his admirer, then that’s a secret for only them to know.