Comfort and peace. Jaemin had never felt those two since a long time ago. He forgot how it felt like to hold another person in his arms when he was sleeping. The last time he dozed off with another person next to him, was when his father was still alive. Jaemin would climb up to his parents' bed whenever he had a nightmare, and he would slept there. His father would carress his hair until Jaemin fell asleep.
Four o'clock in the morning, and Jaemin's eyes fluttered open. The room was dimmed, the sound of artificial wind coming out of the air conditioner was heard. There was no sound from the street outside the window, nor from fellow neighbors. And Renjun was still fast asleep on his arms.
Jaemin smiled down at the guy. Oh, how he felt very lucky to have Renjun back. After all that they had been through, Jaemin promised himself that he would never do anything that would disappoint Renjun again. Never in a million year.
Even though he had seen Renjun up close for a couple of time now, Jaemin couldn't help but admired him still. He looked way more peaceful in his sleep, with his eyes closed. His lips was parted a little bit, and his breath was steady and soft. Jaemin had to resist the urge to pull him closer and plant lots of kisses on his face.
Jaemin hated to admit it but he was thirsty. As slowly and as gently as possible, Jaemin let go of Renjun and got out of the bed. He tucked Renjun back into the duvet before walking to the kitchen counter.
He grabbed a small glass, and filled it with water. Jaemin finished it in one gulp, and refilled it twice before he felt satisfied.
"What time is it?"
Jaemin turned to the sleeping—now awake—beauty on the bed. "A quarter pass four. Did I wake you up? I'm sorry. Go back to sleep again."
Renjun sat up and shook his head, his left hand was rubbing his eyes and his right shoulder was shown, because the oversized t-shirt slipped down.
"I can't. I usually got up this early," Renjun chuckled, "Good morning. How was your sleep?"
"Pleasant," Jaemin answered truthfully, "It was amusing to see you sleep."
"I was comfortable, you are indeed very warm, Nana," Renjun chuckled, "So... You wanna... Talk?"
Jaemin nodded and left the kitchen counter, he sat back on the bed, across from Renjun.
"Renjunnie," Jaemin grabbed Renjun's hands and held it tight, "I apologize for starting this thing up. I apologize because I let you down. I apologize because I was reckless and I was jealous. I knew it was a stupid thing to do."
"Honestly, you don't have to say sorry anymore because I forgive you. I can never stay mad at you," Renjun chuckled, "I was the one who have to say sorry. You've been very nice to me and I abandoned you. I'm sorry, Nana."
"No, don't be. You did nothing wrong," Jaemin let go one of Renjun's hand just to carress his cheek, "You were only doing your job, love."
"Ei," Renjun stared down at their hands and blushed madly.
"What? You don't like it?" Jaemin leaned in and their foreheads met.
"N-no, I do, b-but... Nana, I'm shy."
"Don't be," Jaemin pecked the top of Renjun's head, "Because from now on, that's how I'm going to call you, love."
Renjun looked up and their eyes met. A smile started to appear on his face.
"You said I'm the outer space, once," Renjun said, "For me, you're like the rain. Your voice is a symphony to me, as soothing as when I heard the rain droplets hit the ground, knowing that I'm safe and sound. And the words you speak astonish me every single time. They strike me the way thunders strike the ground."
"Yah! Now I'm shy as well," Jaemin whined.
"Don't be, because it was true. So, should I call you nae sarang?"
"Yah!"
"What? That's just the same thing!"
"Fine, you can call me anything, as long as I can call you mine."
Renjun rolled his eyes before he planted a light kiss on Jaemin's lips, "That was a smooth one."
"I know."
Written : April 16th 2018
Published : July 15th 2018

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Fanfiction"He's like the rain. His voice is a symphony to me, as soothing as when I heard the rain droplets hit the ground, knowing that I'm safe and sound. And the words he speaks astonish me every single time. They strike me the way thunders strike the grou...