corbyn is curled up in bed, half asleep. he'd finished cleaning the apartment just before going to bed, and now he's trying to stay awake until his boyfriend gets home.
as if on cue, the door creaks open, and corbyn hears familiar footsteps cross the bedroom. he listens to the sound of jonah getting undressed before sliding into bed, curling his strong arms around corbyn's slim frame.
corbyn relaxes into his grip, letting out a soft sigh of contentment. this is why he stays. despite jonah's temper, and his long work hours, he knows his boyfriend has a soft side. it was there when they first started dating, and it's still there today.
this is corbyn's favorite part of the week. every friday, jonah works late and gets home late due to him having the weekend off. and when he gets home, he always holds corbyn like this, and corbyn reminds himself:
this is why he stays. jonah does love him.
"g'night, babe. love you," jonah murmurs, pressing his lips to corbyn's neck in a fleeting kiss, and corbyn goes soft at the gesture, smiling.
"love you too, jo."
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Romance"i'm sorry, corbs," jonah murmurs. "i just can't stand the thought of you with any other guy." "of course not," corbyn agrees softly, shakily. "i only love you." "and you'd never leave me," jonah reasons, his arm tightening around corbyn ever so sli...
