It never took him long to figure out that there were slow days when it came it his work. Slow, languid, utterly boring days where kicking around a balled up receipt with the end of his pen did not seem so meaningless. He’s tired, his jaw feels wired tight and there’s a fire kindling under his skin. It’s when he’s sliding his key-card in the door, waiting for that familiar beep-- that sound to flood his senses and that cool air to breathe against his collar that he’s able to swallow it all. His home is his unwinding space, and yet it isn’t until he’s punched in that security code and unbuttoned that navy suit jacket, that he’s able to fully relax. Tossing his car keys in the dish his boy made for him-- he still remembers it’s glow when they took it out the oven, burning hot and too much like what’s pooling deep in his abdomen, white electric and boiling over. “Jun baby?” the name of his boy comes with a easy roll of his tongue against his teeth. He wonders if he’s taken a nap, and with the extra time Soohyuk heads up the stairs and to his own bedroom. He places a few implements on his charcoal duvet, allowing his fingers to glide along the soft leather of a purple dragon’s tongue before taking one of his baby’s favorite hand-carved paddle instead. He finds himself smiling as he sets that too on the bedspread before moving to the conjoined restroom and running the bath water. It’s a steamy bath he mixes with the soothing smell of lilac and rose, one of those foamy bath bombs that turn the water a swirl of dark pink and soft purples. He sets one of the sparkly bath wands out on a towel by the edge, straightening that ribbon with the bell on its end. Once he’s satisfied he rolls up his sleeves and closes the door behind him as he leaves, breathes in the scent lingering just outside the room, excited to see the bright eyes of his baby boy greeting him, a highlight to the end of his day.
