+ , it's so late; super sorry! +

{ Coming Home }

{ for yuna98 }

You sulked heavily, lips falling into a childish pout as you leaned back languidly against the headboard of your bed. A nagging sensation prickled at your stomach and your head spun with a sense of betrayal; everything that surrounded you was dripping with mockery and taunt in spite of your relationship with Kyungsoo. For the owl-eyed male refuses to show up for the merry holidays, claiming he was too busy with practice. I have to prepare for the big showcase, the Gayo Daejun one, he had scolded you. You know I can't mess up this opportunity! he had chastised you. Baby, it's just one year; you should grow up, he had reprimanded you. Christmas isn't everything, I'll be back for the new year, so stop whining! he had chided you.

You couldn't help but feel just a teensy upset, despite knowing you had to comprehend the bigger picture at hand. You crossed your arms and glanced monotonously at the clock, feeling your icy glare penetrate through the red numbers blinking back at you. It was five minutes till the new year, and Kyungsoo has not yet returned, as he had promised weeks ago. A bitter smile played at your lips for a surreptitious second before laughter, containing the same bitterness, dropped from your lips.

Humor began to poise your insides and you suddenly snapped, figuring that it was, of course, all too good to be true. Your boyfriend was an idol now; and not just any idol, but an idol under SM Entertainment. That usually meant work came before relationships, before everything. You forced yourself out of bed, lips jutting out immaturely into a subconscious pout as you roamed your home for something to do. The clock ticked by slowly and before you knew it, you were standing in the middle of the living room, watching your clock chime towards the new year.

"Well, happy new year to me," you sighed, slumping down against the warm couch. You stared ahead with your dark eyes, facing the television; you hadn't noticed your eyes were teary until you felt the surfaces of your cheekbones dampen with a coat of fresh tears. "Ah, shoot," you cursed yourself in a melancholy whisper; you moved to wipe away the tears, but before you could, a hand from behind brushed against your cheeks, swiping away the watery substance clean from your picturesque visage.

Their warm fingertips padded against your reddened flesh, his index finger and thumb encasing your chin and moving it to face the opposite direction. "Crying on the new year? That's not how we want to start, is it?"
A bashful omo dropped from your lips and you sniffled once, twice, three times; blinking uncontrollably, you shot up from the couch and faced Kyungsoo with a shocked expression. "You came home," you whispered in a meek voice.
His warm chuckle resonated through your ears and he crossed the sofa, and over to you; his arms immediately wound themselves around your waist, pulling you gently into his chest. His torso rumbled against your cheek as he chortled affectionately into the crook of your neck, the sounds of his heart beat pounding rapidly against your ear. "Of course I came home, did you think I wouldn't?"

You nodded, pulling away to examine his fatigue-stricken features. "Aish," you clicked your tongue, "you're exhausted. Why didnt' you just rest at your dorm? You could've stopped by tomorrow, really."
"But then that would've upset you, silly baby." He giggled boyishly, pecking your cheek before cupping them tenderly.

"You do know that I love you, right?" His whisper was so ginger against your lips, so warm and so tender, you couldn't help but nod; you swore your knees were buckling as well. "And you know that I would do anything to make you happy right?" Another involuntarily nod and another subconscious buckle of the knees. Kyungsoo smiled down at your radiantly before pulling you in for a long kiss, lips, tongue and all; he clutched your back, pulling you impossibly closer, almost as if he were scared you would disappear.

You happily s your arms around his neck and sighed contently into his lips. "Baby, I love you," you murmured dreamily with a surreal smile.

"The new year's kiss was late, but I'm glad you still accepted it," Kyungsoo chuckled, rubbing the nape of his neck sheepishly. "And I love you, too."

Kyungsoo released a sigh and chuckled as he began to sway you within his arms, his gaze loving and caring as he glanced at you. You peeked up shyly at him from behind your long lashes and tilted your head curiously. "You're thinking of something," you remarked knowingly with a mischievious grin. "Could be about how pretty I look tonight?" You had meant it to be a joke, but Kyungsoo might've not caught the jeering tone.
"Of course," he whispered, kissing your nose. "You in sweats and without make-up on has got to be the most beautiful sight in the world," he suggested earnestly, "maybe even pretty than the view of Seoul's night life from the Namsan Tower."

You laughed brightly, a sheer layer of water still lingering at your irises. Kyungsoo clicked his tongue with disapproval, pulling you in closer to him to distribute his vibrant body warmth. "Never cry again," he told you seriously in a chiding voice. "I don't want to ever see those tears messing with your beauty ever again, do you understand?"

You nodded. "Ne."

"And to make sure you won't every cry again," he whispered, kissing your hair, "I promise to come home as much as I can, okay?" He smoothed out the tangles of your wispy, long hair with his slender fingers, his fingertips massaging at your scalp gingerly. "We moved in together, I get that.. and I haven't been doing my part as your housemate," he added with a guilty frown, "so I"ll be around more often, okay? I'll take out the trash and pick up after your mess; make you breakfast and serve it to you in bed; I'll be around so you can see me in the mornings; I'll clean the toilet, do the laundry.. whatever it takes," he promised sincerely. "As your boyfriend, I'm going to do better from now on."

You grinned, kissing his lips appreciatively. "Thank you."

That was all Kyungsoo needed to hear to seal the contract.. with a final kiss, of course.