Papers and bills stacked neatly on the surface of the coffee table, the air purifier he placed by the door makes a constant humming white noise. Slender fingers pressing the buttons on a tiny calculator, occasionally turn his attention to his rackety old laptop. Keeping track on the business isn’t his favorite part of opening a shop but neglecting the responsibilities would only make it harder in the future.
He sulkily punch in the numbers, groaning like a child as he throws himself back and lies spread-eagle style on the floor. He looks at the clock and sat up so fast with his back straight, rushing to the bathroom to fill the tub with hot water and added some bathing salt. It’s about time for him to come home and the poor kid always look so exhausted to his bone, reminding him of the reason why he decided to be the boss of himself.
Sharp ears pick the sound of footsteps that are becoming familiar, slowly engraved in in his memory. Humans are creature of habit, although he has identified himself as something other than a human for a long time, telling himself that he might still remembers how it feels to be one. Yifan briefly wonders if it will last long enough to become a habit for him having someone to wait to come home to, or it might be already too late for that. He has a new routine and perhaps it’s something that should be celebrated.
He walks to the front door to greet the younger, traces of a weary soul evident in the lines of a face of a man that should be looking younger than he is now. Yifan knows the drill, another habit he created when he let a new individual into many of his barriers and in this case; Kyungsoo.
Arms spread in welcoming manner, the long limbs engulf the smaller male in a hug. Loose enough to allow breathing yet firm enough merge the warmth of two different bodies. People change you and you change people. Those alteration he has made in his life proves it and from the same knowledge did he gain the idea.
“Welcome back!” he chimes with a cheery tone, immersing himself in positive vibe and increasing his awareness of himself and who he is. He can smell traces of gunpowder on him, mixing with his own smell and the impure smoke of the city’s pollution. Kyungsoo smell like the world and himself, like his workplace and people that surrounded him. Yifan neither likes nor dislikes it.
“Are you tired? Want me to order some food while you take a bath? Look at those tired eyes.” He gently cups Kyungsoo’s face to look at them carefully, fussing like a mother. “Today was a bad one, huh… Take your time, hopefully you’ll feel better after bathing.” He shows him a gummy smile and ruffles the younger’s hair.
he had seen it coming; yet the older male still managed to deliver the element of surprise with his hug. to think about it yifan-hyung has been hugging him everyday after work recently. has it formed into some sort of a habit? the fact that he could stay consistent for days is surprising enough for kyungsoo, considering how… air-headed the elder can be.
although, doesn’t mean all his good deeds go unappreciated.
relenting to yifan’s touch is so so easy, and kyungsoo lets himself being fussed over with a soft smile. is this how it feels like to have someone worrying about you? to be taken care of and spoiled rotten when you deserve it? too bad his stomach isn’t cooperating right now- the crime scene for that day almost resembled a bloody soup and the mental imagery of it still makes bile rising up his throat.
so he takes the other’s hands off of his face gently, touch lingering longer than it should to show his gratitude. better for him to be alone than to ruin his savior’s night again. “it’s okay. i’m full.” lowers their hand so it’ll be level with his hands later. “go eat without me. i’ll go take a bath right now.”
this is the most anticipated part of the night; bathing. hot water forcing the knots in his muscle to relax, drowsiness claiming his eyes in no time. for a moment he let himself be swayed by the calming aroma of the bath salts, until something warm drips from his chin to his hand that turns out to be blood. fuck, another nosebleed. maybe he really outdid himself today. kyungsoo thinks as he leaned his head back to the wall, waiting for the hemorrhaging to stop. it doesn’t anyway so kyungsoo decided to use a towel to wipe his blood until it stops.
it’s almost 10 pm by the time kyungsoo is done bathing. fortunately his towel is large enough to absorb most of the blood. now he’s just hoping the other won’t realize.
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