this is just right ; jinki&kibum
{/ jinki finds himself at the familiar crossing outside of trc, watching the lights turn from red to green and back again. sighing with his hands buried deep in his pockets, he turns on his heel and walks away. however unlike usual he doesn’t take the detour to the teahouse. in a matter of time he’s at kibum’s apartment, using the spare key to make his way into the warmth of his boyfriend’s bedroom. only there’s no one home at the moment, and he really probably should have messaged before waltzing over here and kind of breaking into his boyfriend’s home, but jinki can’t help it, not really. these past weeks have been difficult without kibum, and jinki’s always too tired or too embarrassed or something to text his boyfriend during the day. it’s exhausting. he doesn’t want halfhearted exchanges of text— he misses the real kibum and kibum’s scent and kibum’s touch and laughter. the craving seriously aches his heart, leading him to the empty bedroom with a lame heart shaped card covered bright font, saying 'i love you!'. jinki sits the card and his glasses on kibum’s nightstand, his jelly limbs only bearing enough strength to peel off the clothes he has on before collapsing onto the soft cloud of amazingness that is kibum’s bed. it is kinda chilly, clad in only boxers and an undershirt, but that’s soon all dispelled as jinki sinks into the pillows which smell so much like his beloved. something about kibum’s bed is just so much better than any other, like he really is in the fluffiest and snuggliest of clouds that’s just singing him into dreamland, and it makes him all smiley and satisfied as he heaves a long, content, sigh. he doesn’t have time to worry if kibum’s gonna freak when he sees him, or if this does count as breaking and entering, because it doesn’t take long for jinki to drown in the warmth, the scent of kibum, and fall into a nice deep slumber}
{ ` kibum considers staying at royal for the night yet again, but as his last schedule ends, he stands up and realizes that he’s sick of dancing for half the night and spending the other half lying on the floor of his practice room trying to find some sleep. he decides instead to go home, figuring that since he can’t remenber the last time he actually slept in his own bed, he deserves a few hours’ rest on something more comfortable than a lumpy couch or a hardwood floor} - { ` fifteen minutes later, he walks into his apartment, kicking his shoes off by the door and not noticing the other pair that’s already there, or if he does notice then he assumes that they’re youngjae’s, and that both of them are home at the same time for once. his cat approaches and rubs its body against his ankles, meowing disdainfully} hey, storm. sorry i haven’t been around. youngjae’s been feeding you, right? { ` he bends down to pick the cat up, but the animal moves away before he can. with a huff, kibum straightens and follows the cat to his bedroom. storm is sitting next to the door, pawing at the wood and meowing repeatedly. confused at the cat’s strange behavoir, kibum opens the door and jumps at the sight of someone already in his bed. he freezes, his eyes wide as he stares} - { ` he can recognize the features of the person’s face from here — he knows it’s jinki, but he can’t understand why or how the elder would be here. after pinching the inside of his wrist as hard as he can to confirm that he isn’t having some kind of crazy dream, kibum approaches the bed cautiously, sitting on the edge and reaching out slowly to touch his boyfriend’s face} jinki. { ` he mutters, running his thumb (which is still slightly chilled from the air outside) against the elder’s warm cheek}