"Sit still" Yifan does as he's told and sits in silence while Junmyeon does what he's always been good at. Taking care of him. There's a sharp sting from whatever Junmyeon is using to heal the cut, but it's quickly replaced with a small bandaid. "All done." Junmyeon announces, but doesn't move. It takes Yifan several seconds to realize it's because of him.

Somewhere along the way, his hands gravitated towards Junmyeon's belt straps and latched on, not in the least bit willing to let go. Driven by pure momentum, Yifan leans forward, gently resting his forehead against Junmyeon's rock hard stomach. Neither of them move nor speak for several long seconds, until Yifan feels a pair of warm hands being gently placed on his head. The warmth travels throughout his entire body, his breath catching in the back of as he struggles to keep cool, but Junmyeon's sweet scent is making it extremely dificult. His hands, his lips, every part of his body craves Junmyeon, and his insides burn with the need to ask what he's been wondering for the past three years. 

"Have you missed me at all...?"