Jongin's lying down with his eyes closed when the bedroom door opens again and closes softly.

His suspicious on the intruder's identity are confirmed when he's kissed on the mouth and laid upon.

His son flops on his head.

His darling beloved lies on all of him, settling like a large cat.

He raises a heavy hand and drops it on Baekhyun's , missing his back but patting it anyway in greeting.

“Long day?” Baekhyun asks.

Jongin grunts. It was no longer than any other day, but he was in a video conference call for over two hours, so he couldn't even lie down or doodle or anything.

Rather than elaborate, Jongin wraps Baekhyun in his arms, kicks up a leg, and rolls them so they're on their sides.

Baekhyun kisses him again. “Sorry, babe.” The microwave beeps distantly.

“'It's all a part of the process...'” Words he's lived by since accepting an offer to have his comic animated. They'll be short episodes, around ten minutes long, but it's still a lot of work for everyone involved. Just the storyboards are over one hundred frames, more than months of his comics combined.

It's exciting and exhausting.

Very exhausting.

He's almost asleep again when Baekhyun snuggles closer, touching their foreheads together.

“Jongin...you’re hot.”

“Thank you?”

“No, I mean...” Baekhyun pushes himself up onto an elbow and puts a palm over his flushed husband's forehead. “It feels like you have a fever.”