“Kibum!” Minho called, placing his keys in the bowl next to the door. “I’m home!” No response. He mentally shrugged, and bent over to remove his shoes, only for his hands to meet fur. “Hey, kids!” He greeted them excitedly as Comme Des and Garcons vibrated at his feet and yipped respectively. “Where’s Kibum?” As if they understood his question, they booked it toward the living room, nails clicking rhythmically against the wooden floor of their apartment.

Minho chuckled, taking off his shoes, draped his coat on the rack, leaving him in his suit pants and button down, and followed after the excited pups. He could hear the menu music of one of Kibum’s musicals playing and assumed that it had been looping for awhile.

As he stepped into the living room, he immediately spotted Kibum, asleep, amongst all of the blankets from their room. He smiled softly, walked further into the room and crouched down in front of his boyfriend as he napped. “Kibum,” He whispered, and reached out a hand to caress Kibum’s smooth cheek. “C’mon, babe.”

In response, Kibum somehow scrunched his nose up in a completely unattractive way, but was still as cute as ever. After a few more low moans and whines, and he even turned his face away in his refusal to wake up, Kibum slowly woke from his nap. It took him a minute to notice his boyfriend, but when he did, Minho gently knocked their foreheads together and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. “Good morning, baby.” He murmured in the space between their mouths. Kibum retaliated by whispering a sleep muddled “Shut up.” before slinging his arms around Minho’s neck and pulling him in for a longer, deeper kiss.

Unsurprisingly, Kibum tasted like strawberry candy which only made Minho slide his arms around his waist. Minho pulled away, nipping at Kibum’s lower lip when he grunted in disagreement at their parting. “How was your day?” He asked as he slid his hands up and down the area of Kibum’s body that he could reach.

Kibum sighed, trailing his fingers along the nape of Minho’s neck. “It was okay. I went to an audition with Tae and Jung, and then we met up with Jinki - and you know how Jung gets around Jinki -” Minho nodded in understanding. “and then they dropped me off here after we ate because I wasn’t feeling too hot.” Minho frowned at that. “Are you okay?”

Kibum waved his concerns away, moving to sit up. “I’m fine now, I guess I just needed a nap.” Minho wasn’t so easily fooled, and made sure to keep an eye on Kibum for the next couple days. But outwardly, he acquiesced. “Okay, but you have to tell me if you aren’t feeling well. You know what happened last time.”

Kibum had gotten the part of a musical that he had been dying for, and during his mission to own the role, he studied and practiced and researched his life away- almost literally. Minho had come home to the dogs whining in distress and Kibum lying on the kitchen floor, unresponsive. The doctors had said he had stretched his body to its limits with his late-night studying and added with the emotional stress and lack of food intake, it basically shut down on him. Minho tore him several new ones, and Kibum has dialed back on his preparation tactics since then.

He saw the look in Kibum’s eye soften, and they met once more for a soft kiss. “I will.” Kibum promised. Minho smiled and stood, the position finally wearing down on his knees, and held out his hand to help Kibum up. Kibum took them, the blankets sliding off his lower half, and Minho could’ve sworn his mouth was drier than one of Taemin’s bad jokes.

“Is-” Minho croaked, and he made to clear his throat, but Kibum’s hand on his chest stopped him. “Yes,” He smiled sweetly, stepping into Minho’s space and brushing his lips against his pulse point with each word. “Yes, it is.”

Kibum wore one of Minho’s old t-shirts, one that he’d obviously outgrown, but kept for sentimental reasons. Even though he had worn it when he was smaller, it was still too wide in the shoulder’s for Kibum, and as if to emphasize the fact, the left shoulder slipped downward, exposing more of Kibum’s creamy skin and collarbone.

“What are you gonna do about it?” He whispered, caught Minho’s right earlobe between his teeth and tugged it playfully. The blood rushed so suddenly from his head, and he watched with tunnel vision as Kibum rewound his arms around his neck, the shirt sliding up and up and up-

Minho released a noise that couldn’t be described as he pawed at Kibum’s hips, pulling him upwards with all of his strength and hoped that Kibum understood.

Jumping up, Kibum wrapped his legs around Minho’s waist, locking his grip at the ankles, and Minho groaned low in his throat, sliding his grip from where he held Kibum to squeeze his thighs and .

“C’mon Daddy.” Kibum’s tone of voice slipped into something more sensual, and Minho felt his knees try to give out on him.

“,” He moaned intelligently, and Kibum smirked. “Yeah, I’d like that.”