genre: fluff
requested by: seungminsvocalchord
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Minho was peacefully sleeping in Jisung's arms until he was rudely awakened by the alarm that made him go to his job.
He huffed as he rubbed his eyes, slowly getting out of bed. He sat with his legs hanging off the bed, glancing at Jisung's sleeping figure.
He smiled slightly, hating how they had to be away from each other while they were working. Ever since Jisung started working from home, Minho was the only one awake in a cold house at 6 am.
Minho decided on getting up, as he knew he had to go to work. When he got up, he stumbled slightly and was still exhausted.
All the working he did back to back was getting to him, but he still got up everyday and went. He would always sleep late, and he still does, having gone to bed at 3:30 just to be up at 6.
But Jisung and him were talking, and he'd stay up forever for that.
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Jisung worked on his laptop, as he continuously glanced at the clock to see when Minho would be home.
Minho still had another hour and work and the latter decided to take a break for a bit. He sat on the couch, grabbing his water bottle and turning on the TV.
Time passed slowly, and he hated it. He just wanted Minho back in his arms, safe and sound.
Jisung had finished most of his work as he just had to make a track for Chan, and submit a paper.
He grew bored. He normally had Minho laying in his arms and he would play with his hair, or they would talk, or even just keep silent yet still entertain each other with presence.
He missed him dearly.
"I need to get a hobby."
He heard the door lock being played with, and he kept a smile on his face as the door opened and saw Minho.
His smile dropped slightly when he saw how exhausted he looked. Minho suddenly dropped his keys and the papers he was holding
He muttered curses and tugged at his hair as he crouched down to pick them up. When he stood up he hit his head on the table.
"Fucking-" He sighed and glanced at Jisung. Even though he was tired, he would always be happy with Jisung.
"Hey, Min. Rough day?"
Minho nodded, and Jisung sat up on the couch. "Come here, we'll cuddle and watch movies."
The latter pursed his lips. "I have papers to do, Sung-"
"I don't care. You're tired, the papers will always be there. Now come here."
Minho put his papers on the counter and shuffled over to the couch, sitting down in front of Jisung's stomach.
Said boy grasped Minho's hand. "You look exhausted, baby." Minho shook his head, feeling his eyes start to close.
"No, I'm okay. Just didn't sleep well."
"Lay down with me, we'll sleep for a bit and I can help you with your papers."
Minho nodded, laying with his back faced to Jisung and rested his head against the pillow. He felt an arm wrap tightly around his waist and a kiss to his nape.
"Sleep, okay? You deserve it."
Closing his eyes, Minho shuffled in Jisung's grip and pulled the blanket over the two of them. "I love you, Min."
