He lays there, all warm and sleepy, hugging the oversized teddy bear tight against his chest, fighting his drowsiness. He thinks that he would be able to win against the need to get some sleep this time--he has a horror movie playing in front of him right now. That should be enough to keep him wide awake--and scared. But no, he blinks and blinks and shudders over the hyuuuu hyuuuu sound coming from the movie, and blinks somemore then yawns, and blinks and blinks and--

He hears the front door open.

Excited, all drowsiness vanishes, he hurries himself to the bedroom door, opens it slightly to peek and find what he's been waiting for hours--that person, his--standing in front of the shoes rack, unbalanced and wobbly as he tries to take off his shoes.

"Doojoonie?"

The latter flinches, accidentally knocks a sneaker off of the rack, that knocks a sandal off of the rack, that knocks another sandal off of the rack, that fall on his right foot. He gasps and jumps around, makes the younger man giggles.

"Yah! Don't scare me like that!"

"You're so funny~"

"What if I knock down a hammer? A saw? A... a... a motorcycle?!"

The younger man skips happily to the latter and smiles sweetly, "Silly Doojoonie. We don't even have a motorcycle," he giggles somemore. Doojoon pouts, but quickly replaces it with his smile as the younger man jumps into his embrace.

"Welcome home, Doojoonie."

"I miss you, Yoseob."