The Heroes

My Home

The lights flickered to life, casting a warm glow across the modern and quirky apartment. It reflected Jay's personality—vibrant and full of character. As the door closed behind them, Ni-Ki wasted no time, slipping off his shoes with a practiced ease. The transition from the bustling city to the quiet haven of Jay's home was swift.

With a natural grace, Jay extended his hand, offering a silent invitation. Ni-Ki met the gesture with a smile, taking Jay's hand in his own.

They settled on the inviting couch, the plush cushions offering a comfortable haven. Without hesitation, Ni-Ki nestled himself into Jay's side, finding solace in the closeness. Jay welcomed him with open arms, recognizing Ni-Ki as more than just a bandmate—a good kid who, in Jay's eyes, was often misunderstood.

Ni-Ki's journey had been marked by a longing for attention, a desire that had him reaching for even the smallest acknowledgment from his busy parents. Jay understood this ache and embraced the role of providing the warmth and care that Ni-Ki had sought for so long.

As Jay's hand gently stroked Ni-Ki's back, he pondered the complexity of Ni-Ki's past. The layers of unmet needs and unspoken desires were gradually unraveling in the sanctuary of Jay's apartment. Despite the challenges Ni-Ki had faced, Jay was determined to offer him the attention and affection he deserved.

A tender gesture followed, as Jay pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Ni-Ki's head. It was an act of reassurance, a silent promise that in this moment, in Jay's embrace, Ni-Ki was seen, valued, and loved. Ni-Ki, in response, nuzzled closer, finding comfort in the genuine care that enveloped him. The quietude of the apartment echoed with a shared understanding, a silent conversation that transcended words—a sanctuary where Ni-Ki could be himself, embraced and cherished.

A soft buzz disrupted the tranquil atmosphere, the intrusion of the outside world momentarily penetrating the cocoon of comfort they had created. Ni-Ki glanced at his phone, but he chose not to answer. The persistent ringing persisted, nearly a minute passing before Jay sighed, breaking the peace as he reached for his pocket.

Ni-Ki held his breath as Jay's hands retrieved the device. "Your mother," Jay whispered, his voice carrying a weight of understanding.

"Ignore it," Ni-Ki responded, his voice barely more than a tiny murmur.

Jay hummed in agreement, taking the decisive step to shut off the persistent ringing. The room settled into a hushed calm, and Ni-Ki released a sigh, a sense of contentment settling over him. In that moment, the outside world faded away, leaving only the quiet sanctuary of Jay's apartment—a space where the intrusion of unanswered calls and external pressures could be temporarily silenced, allowing them both to find solace in the shared tranquility.

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Jake slowly blinked open his eyes, greeted by the sight of Heesung enveloping him in a koala-like grip. As the haze of sleep lifted, the memories of the previous night came rushing back, causing Jake to gasp and sit up abruptly.

Heesung, undisturbed by Jake's sudden movement, continued to snore softly, smacking his lips together in blissful slumber. Jake hesitantly lifted the covers, confirming the reality of the situation – yup, he was indeed naked. A rush of embarrassment painted Jake's face a shade of red as he processed the events of the night.

Just as he contemplated making a swift escape, Heesung, still half-asleep, instinctively pulled Jake back towards him, wrapping an arm possessively around him. "Don't go anywhere," Heesung murmured with his eyes still shut.

Jake, trying to regain composure, pursed his lips together. "I need water," he declared, attempting to extract himself from the cozy cocoon.