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11am, Thursday.
“Stop.”
But he doesn’t. He continued rummaging through the stacks of folders, binders and papers looking for, well, nothing in particular really. He’s just… bored.
“Hyung—”
And the mountain collapsed. It was almost slow motion for Mingyu, he knew it was about to happen, saw it happening, and then it’s done. The folders and papers scatter on his floor.
“Oops,” was all Jeonghan said, completely unapologetic as he sat in one of the empty seats on Mingyu’s office.
Mingyu grumbled something unintelligible which Jeonghan ignored, finding a purple highlighter to play with instead. After stacking the files back, presumably no longer in order, and setting them far from Jeonghan’s reach, Mingyu then approached Jeonghan, reaching out and placing a hand on the older one’s forehead.
“You’re hot.”
“I’m aware,” smirked Jeonghan, his voice ragged. “And I’m taken. And so are you. Wonwoo loves me, but I don’t think I can betray his trust by allowing you to flirt with me. Though, I am flattered.”
Mingyu rolled his eyes, letting his hand fall from Jeonghan’s forehead. “No, hyung. I meant you’re burning. You’re running a fever, you should go home.”
“I’m perfectly fi—” but then a loud, screeching sneeze interrupted him, causing Mingyu to step back in fear of catching anything that Jeonghan was spreading. “Fine.”
“Clearly you’re not,” frowned Mingyu. “You’ve been coming to my office just to ask me questions about the case you already know the answers to. You’ve been playing with my highlighters like a kindergartener was given a box of crayons. You’ve been sneezing incessantly. And you’ve actually put on that diffuser you got as a gift last Christmas for the first time, with eucalyptus. You’re clearly not yourself the past couple of days.”
“Why do you even have so many highlighters? If you highlight everything, what’s the point?”
“I have my own system of highlighting and compartmentalizing information, hyung. Not everyone can take in information like you do.”
Jeonghan grinned at the unintentional compliment.
“Joshuji was very into the essential oils. It grew on me.”
Mingyu eyed him suspiciously, being a lawyer and all.
“In any case, no fever and cold can beat the top billing lawyer in this firm.”
“Exactly, you have the most billable hours. You can probably take a day or two to rest. The partners will understand. They’d rather you be functional than… this,” Mingyu gestured to capture Jeonghan’s current state. “Just let some of the other senior associates take your load.”
“No,” Jeonghan pouted, using the purple highlighter and scribbling on Mingyu’s notepad. With actual notes on it.
Mingyu grabbed the notepad from across his desk violently. “No, you don’t want to give the associates work?”
“No, I don’t need to go home and rest.”
Mingyu rolled his eyes. “Stop being stubborn.”
“That’s how I win cases.”
“Right now, you’re just being a menace.”
“So I’ve heard.”
“Go home, hyung. You’re not accomplishing anything today at your condition.”
“I’ve clearly annoyed you, I feel pretty accomplished if you ask me.”
“Go home or I’ll call Shua-hyung.”
Jeonghan gasped. “You wouldn’t.”
Mingyu took out his phone.
“Don’t you dare, Kim Mingyu—”
“Shua-hyung should know what you’re doing since he left.”
“No, he shouldn’t. Don’t you dare call him.”
“I’d do anything to get you off my back right now.”
-
2pm, Thursday
Jeonghan ended leaving the office when a partner instructed him to do so, not because of Mingyu’s threat, oh no. Mingyu was such a tattletale.
“Seokmin, I’m bored.”
He ended up in front of Seokmin’s doorstep unannounced. The kind soul that Seokmin was, of course, let the whining man inside even though he was in the middle of work.
“Hyung, just watch TV or something, I really need to finish this report.”
“Where’s your husband?” Jeonghan asked as he flipped channels, sipping on the warm chamomile tea that Seokmin prepared when he realized that Jeonghan was feeling unwell.
“He’s at work, he doesn’t work from home like me.”
“Working from home is overrated.”
“I love it. Work-life balance and all that jazz.”
“I have my legos.”
“Good for you, hyung,” Seokmin said, disinterested.
“I bought one before coming here! See?” Jeonghan took out a box Seokmin never noticed he brought into the younger man’s apartment. “It’s Cinnamoroll!”
“The one that you kept saying resembled Shua-hyung?”
“What are you talking about, I bought it because it’s cute.”
Seokmin turned around when he heard clanking sounds and it turned out to be Jeonghan pouring the pieces of the lego set onto Seokmin’s living room floor, whatever was playing on the television has been totally ignored by Jeonghan.
“Are you going to assemble that here?”
“Obviously.”
“And if you don’t finish that by the time Seungkwan gets here to pick you up?”
“I’ll leave it here, obviously.”
“I’ll throw it away if you leave that.”
“I’m just kidding, of course I’ll bring these all home,” said Jeonghan as he hovered over the pieces protectively. “This is a special set.”
It was all well and good, Seokmin thought, when Jeonghan was silently assembling his legos. Seokmin was able to get through his work peacefully despite the unexpected visitor’s presence.
Or so he thought.
“Yah! What a foul move!” yelled Jeonghan just in time as Seokmin unmuted himself in his online meeting. “The ref is stupid!”
Jeonghan was watching a soccer game, and Seokmin couldn’t be bothered to know who was playing at this time of the day.
Seokmin groaned, apologizing to his co-workers.
Once he muted himself, he turned to Jeonghan. “Hyung, can you keep it down, I’m in a meeting.”
“Oh, sorry, Seokmin,” Jeonghan said, his smile half-apologetic, half-mischievous.
“Thanks, hyung.”
So, Seokmin turns back to his meeting about to unmute himself when—
“Oh, come one! That was a free goal! Motherfucker can’t even kick properly—”
“Hyung!”
God, Seokmin begged, when will Seungkwan get here.
-
7pm, Thursday.
“Why do you live like this?” Seungkwan frowned, shouting from the kitchen as he closed the refrigerator.
There was nothing in there he could work with. It was a good thing Vernon was prudent enough to stop at a restaurant and bought Jeonghan Samgyetang and other foods he could reheat on their way to bring him home.
As a kind and considerate guest, Seungkwan declared himself, he took out the empty take out boxes and spoiled items from the ref and sorted them for trash disposal, cringing at every item he was disposing of. Vernon, on the other hand, was simply minding his phone as he sat on the living room couch near Jeonghan, and Jeonghan thought he quite preferred Vernon right now.
Seungkwan then moved to the freezer and his eyes widen in shock. “Oh, good lord, why do you have a half-eaten kimbap in the freezer, hyung?”
“So it won’t spoil,” Jeonghan said as if it were supposed to be obvious.
“And it’s been there how long?” Seungkwan turned to him, eyebrows raised.
Jeonghan shrugged. “I don’t know, four, five days?”
“You’re not even sure?”
“It’s preserved anyway.”
“It’s been less than a week since Joshua-hyung left you here, and already your place is a mess,” Seungkwan scolded as he returned to the living room. “Hyung, aren’t you ashamed of yourself?”
Jeonghan rolled his eyes at the words he’d already heard one too many times today. “You guys keep bringing that up.”
“Because if Shua-hyung were here, he’d never let this place turn out like this,” Vernon said, not even lifting his gaze from his phone where he was playing a game.
“But he’s not here,” Jeonghan sulked.
“Ah, so are you living like a pig because you miss him?” Seungkwan came to stand just before Jeonghan, towering him, arms crossed in front of his chest.
“Ouch, words can hurt, Kwannie.”
“And spoiled food and bacteria can kill people.”
“Can’t believe Shua-hyung can survive living with you like this,” Vernon mused.
“I’m a way better person when he’s around.”
“Agreed.”
Seungkwan sighed, he can’t believe he has a hyung acting like a baby right now. A sick one at that.
“Well, come on now. I’ve heated the Samgyetang, so come and eat so you can take your medicine,” Seungkwan demanded. “Don’t be stubborn now, I will punch you if I have to.”
“He really will, hyung,” whispered Vernon as he tucked his phone away.
Jeonghan grumbled under his breath, “Whipped.”
“What was that?” Seungkwan glared.
“Nothing,” Jeonghan hitched, suddenly frightened at the glare the younger one gave. Okay, Seungkwan has reached his limit, Jeonghan needed to stop annoying him or hell will break lose in his apartment.
They ate their dinner in peace, or rather, under the watchful gaze of Seungkwan, and he took the medicine right after.
Seungkwan was so frustrated that he ended up doing some more cleaning while Jeonghan took a warm shower, and Vernon waited patiently, satisfied with being able to play his game on the phone as he waited. Seungkwan did some sweeping and vacuuming, and even tidied up the living room because he couldn’t stand the state of mess Jeonghan left his apartment in.
“Kwannie, stop that. I’ll get to that on the weekend,” Jeonghan said when he came out of his room in his pajamas and a towel over his head.
“I don’t believe you,” said Seungkwan, eyeing Jeonghan suspiciously. “You’ll leave this mess like this until—”
“I won’t,” said Jeonghan, a hint of sincerity in his voice. “Now, go home, you two.”
Seungkwan sighed, finally tucking away the vacuum where he found it and Vernon stretched out of the couch. Jeonghan still walked them to the door.
“Hyung, don’t forget to drink your medicine later, I set the alarm on your phone—”
“Okay, mom.”
And the younger just rolled his eyes.
“Take care of yourself,” Seungkwan said. “Unless you’re just doing all this to get someone’s attention…”
“Go home.”
Vernon and Seungkwan chuckled before turning around.
“But thank you, seriously,” Jeonghan smiled as he watched the retreating figures of his friends.
-
2am, Friday.
“And, here, hyung, do you see the beach?”
The screen shifted from Chan’s face to a view of the beach from on top of, what seemed like to Jeonghan, a mountain. He and Chan were messaging because only Chan was willing to reply to his chats in their group chat. The youngest of their friend group was currently in Hawaii attending his sister-in-law’s wedding with his husband and his family.
“The beach is so nice here!” Chan exclaimed, only his voice heard as the screen of the iPad panned through the view of the sea. “Look, it’s so vast and blue. We don’t have a lot of these in Korea.”
Jeonghan hummed.
“It looks great there, Channie.”
Then the camera turned to show Chan again. “Yeah, but here I am hiking at 7am,” Chan sighed. “It’s so sunny, I sweat so easily. But my in-laws were so excited to do all these touristy things.”
“Oh, you hate hiking,” he said lazily.
Jeonghan can see Chan nod.
“I guess it’s a great change of environment,” Chan shrugged. “You should also go on vacation, hyung.”
“I really should.”
“I mean you earn so much money from all your… the things you do as a lawyer,” Chan put it so eloquently. “You deserve a vacation. Maybe that’s why you’re sick, you’re probably overworked. Or you overwork yourself, Mingyu kept saying.”
“Mingyu’s just jealous I have higher billables,” Jeonghan joked.
“You and Joshua-hyung hardly had time to go on vacation,” Chan said. “You couldn’t take time off work that easily back then. You should really demand vacation days from your bosses. You earn them so much money, after all.”
Jeonghan sighed a little guiltily.
“Oh, hyung, sorry, they’re calling me for a group photo,” Chan said and the video gets shaky, likely because Chan was jogging.
“No worries, Channie. I’ll see you when you get back,” Jeonghan said. “Oh, and be sure to avoid clams. Remember the last time went out and you ate clams?”
“Hyung, god, that was two years ago!”
“Still, you had dysentery, and that really ruined the trip for you.”
“Don’t remind me.”
“You had to go to the bathroom every few hours.”
“Jeonghan-hyung—”
“I couldn’t go to the bathroom you used because… well, you know,” Jeonghan shrugged. “You wouldn’t want to embarrass yourself with your in-laws now.”
Chan hung up.
-
8:30am, Friday.
“Drink this, hyung,” Minghao laid a teacup in front of Jeonghan.
Jeonghan didn’t feel any better after waking up (and, no, it’s not because he stayed up video calling Chan). His head felt heavier, his body was sore, he felt like falling if he stood up. If Minghao and Jun didn’t stop ringing the doorbell, he wouldn’t have gotten up from his bed voluntarily.
“What is it?”
“Echinacea tea.”
“That doesn’t sound like it’ll taste good.”
“It’s good for you.”
Jeonghan looked up and found Jun’s eyes behind Minghao, looking for a sign. He believed, and wouldn’t be able to confirm until he and Jun were left alone, the older Chinese man’s eyes were telling him not to drink it.
“Don’t look at Jun. Drink it,” Minghao said sternly.
And so, Jeonghan did. And he wished he didn’t.
But Minghao eyed him intently, as if he would curse him if he didn’t finish everything in his cup.
“Good, hyung,” Minghao smiled, taking the cup once Jeonghan finished everything.
“You say that like I’m a pet.”
“Minghao thinks everyone is his pet,” Jun said.
“How are you feeling?” Minghao asked.
“Not any better after drinking that tea,” Jeonghan grumbled.
Minghao didn’t mind though. “Don’t worry, it’ll take effect later and after you consistently drink it. I prepared more in this thermos.”
Jeonghan’s face blanched.
“Drink after your meals, okay, hyung?” Minghao instructed. “I’ll be calling you to make sure.”
“I won’t answer your call.”
“I won’t stop calling you.”
“If I can resist Shua’s calls, I can resist yours.”
Minghao sighed. “You’re so stubborn. How long are you going to keep this up?”
“Until Monday.”
“Someone’s not gonna like that,” Jun singsonged.
“He’ll never find out.”
“You can’t be sure,” Minghao chuckled and Jeonghan didn’t like it. It’s like they knew something he doesn’t.
“What do you know?”
“Secret.”
Jeonghan rolled his eyes. He was not in the proper state to play mind games with these two. If he were, he knew he’d win though.
“Well, then, if you’re done,” Jeonghan said. “Leave now and take your god-awful tea with you.”
They leave the tea. And food for Jeonghan to eat, because Jun and Minghao are not that mean.
-
12:30pm, Friday.
(Text messages on Jeonghan’s phone)
Soonyoung: hyung
Soonyoung: jeonghan-hyung
Soonyoung: how are you?
Soonyoung: have u eaten? don't forget to eat and drink your meds.
Soonyoung: are u still asleep?
2:15pm, Friday.
Soonyoung: jeonghannie-hyung
Soonyoung: are u awake???
Soonyoung: [GIF]
Soonyoung: hyuuuung
Soonyoung: are you okay? please reply
Soonyoung: replyyyyy
Soonyoung: ANSWER YOUR PHONE
3:45pm, Friday.
Soonyoung: huhuhuhu hyung why aren’t u replying?
Soonyoung: are you still alive?
Soonyoung: i wanna cry hyung please please please answer my calls
Soonyoung: i'm this close to calling the cops hyung
Soonyoung: fuck that. i'm calling shua-hyung.
“Damn it, Soonyoung, stop bombarding my phone, I’m trying to sleep!” Jeonghan yelled over the phone.
-
10pm, Friday.
“JEONGHAN-HYUNG!”
“OPEN THE DOOR!”
His phone kept ringing. His head hurt.
“JEONGHAN!” and there more bangs against the door.
Jeonghan groaned, finding it hard to get himself up. His body felt heavy and uncomfortable, he just wanted to go back to sleep, but the banging on his door won’t stop. It was as if his head was being hit continuously as well.
“JEONGHAN-HYUNG!”
“YOON JEONGHAN!”
He dragged himself to the door, it felt like a kilometer. Painful. Good thing he recognized the voices because he couldn’t concentrate enough to look at the monitor to check who it was. Opening the door, he was (unfortunately) greeted by Jihoon and Seungcheol both wearing worried and panicked looks on their face.
“Too noisy,” Jeonghan grumbled.
“Jeonghan, oh my god, finally,” Jihoon said, relief washing over him. “We thought something bad happened to you and we couldn’t get a hold of Joshua to ask for your passcode.”
“What are you two doing here?” his words slurred and dragged, but it came across.
“We were worried about you, man!” Seuncheol put an arm around Jeonghan’s waist as he looked like he was about to collapse. They all shuffled inside the apartment with Seungcheol helping Jeonghan to the couch and Jihoon setting up the food he brought.
“You wouldn’t answer your door so I tried calling your phone. No answer too. Then I got worried something bad happened to you,” Jihoon explained even though he couldn’t absorb much of what he said. “I called Seungcheol-hyung over to help but he didn’t know your passcode either.”
“God, we were about to call the police,” Seungcheol said exasperatedly.
Jeonghan couldn’t say anything, really. He was just so tired.
Jihoon seemed to come back with food in his hands.
“Hyung, eat this. Doesn’t look like you’ve eaten since Minghao and Jun dropped by.”
But he didn’t have energy to move.
“Cheol-hyung, can you check his temp? Maybe we should bring him to the hospital if his fever is still high.”
Jeonghan understood, at least from some words he were able to absorb. He shook his head, making him dizzy. “No, no hospital.”
“Hyung…”
Seungcheol came to his side and pointed what looked like his temperature gun.
“Not that high, but still a fever,” Seungcheol read the temperature.
“Hyung, please eat and then drink some fever reducer. We’ll help you, okay?”
To be honest, Jeonghan was just going through the motions. He wasn’t sure what he was eating or drinking anymore. He didn’t even notice when they brought him to his room and tucked him into his bed.
The last thing he remembered before finally checking out was the sound of his apartment’s passcode being plugged in and the door opening, and Jihoon saying—
“Hyung!”
-
7am, Saturday.
Jeonghan woke up to the sound of something sizzling and the smell of something frying.
What the hell.
Oh, and the smell of peppermint. The diffuser is on? Wait, Jeonghan didn’t turn on the diffuser.
He shot up, panic rising in his chest. Was there someone in his apartment? Sure, Minghao and Jun came in yesterday to cook him breakfast, but he let them in after they incessantly rang the doorbell. So who would be in his apartment so early on a Saturday morning and using his kitchen of all things. Slowly, and as quietly as he could, he got out of bed, went to his closet and got a baseball bat he stashed there for emergencies (ha! Joke’s on Joshua, he finally found a use for the bat).
As stealthily as he could, he easer his way toward his kitchen, the sounds getting louder and he can hear the faint voice of someone humming.
Is this intruder crazy? How can he just comfortably cook in someone else’s kitchen?
He rounded the corner of his living room and held the bat up, ready to strike as he can start to see an unknown figure with each careful step—
“Finally, you’re awake!”
The unknown person suddenly turned, a blinding smile greeting Jeonghan, a smile oh-so familiar that stopped him in his tracks. Then, the crescent eyes started to widen in shock as the person took in Jeonghan’s form.
“What are you doing? Why are you holding a bat?”
“J-jo-joshuji?” Jeonghan mumbled in shock. “What are you—”
“Babe, did you think I was an intruder or something?” Joshua raised a perfectly shaped brow, chuckling. “Were you going to hit me with the bat?”
“Well, yeah.”
“Cute,” Joshua chuckled. “Is there such a good-looking intruder who would cook you your favorite breakfast?”
“Well, no,” Jeonghan mumbled, still reeling in shock. “I… I don’t… I don’t think so?”
Joshua, on the other hand, looked at him worriedly. “Babe, are you still feverish. Your temperature was back to normal when I checked an hour ago. Why are you mumbling like that?”
“I didn’t know you came home already,” Jeonghan said. “I was just… surprised.”
“Happy surprised?” Joshua asked sweetly and expectantly, opening his arms wide waiting for the other to come into them.
Jeonghan smiled and walked right into Joshua’s arms.
“Of course,” he mumbled, nuzzling himself into the crook of Joshua’s neck. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“I was only gone for a week,” giggled Joshua, feeling his husband’s warm breath on his neck.
“I still missed you anyway,” Jeonghan said muffled, almost incoherent if it weren’t for the fact that Joshua knew him so well.
“Okay,” Joshua rubbed Jeonghan’s back comfortingly. “I’m home now, and cooking breakfast. So, why don’t you freshen up and I’ll finish up here and we can’t eat breakfast together? Yeah?”
Jeonghan didn’t really want to let him go, but he did anyway because Joshua will not let their apartment burn down (or his fried eggs burn). The older one made his way to their bathroom to wash up and brush his teeth, only then realizing that he’s feeling so much better than he had been the past few days. When he came back to the dining room, breakfast was laid out for him, banana waffles topped with delicious looking strawberries plated nicely and drizzled in honey, just the way he liked it.
More importantly, Joshua was seated across his waffles and strawberries, scrolling through his phone as he waited for Jeonghan.
“Yummy?” Joshua asked with a knowing smile after Jeonghan’s first bite.
“You make this for me all the time, you know how I feel about this.”
Joshua laughed airily. “Just fishing for compliments, babe.”
“I had a dream last night, baby,” Jeonghan said.
“Oh?” Joshua perked, curious. “A wet dream? Maybe you just missed my ass.”
“Oddly enough, no,” laughed Jeonghan.
“No you don’t miss my ass?”
“What? No, of course I missed your ass.”
They both laugh. It was just so easy now that Joshua is home.
“I meant it wasn’t a wet dream,” Jeonghan clarified after taking another bite of his waffles.
“Don’t chew while talking, babe.”
“I just missed you so much the whole week, and last night, I finally ended up dreaming that you came home and nursed me as I slept,” Jeonghan continued, as Joshua raising his eyebrows. “You changed my clothes, wiped me down, placed a cold towel on my forehead, even sang a song for me. I think I finally was able to sleep well and soundly because of that dream.”
“Babe,” Joshua laughed out loud making Jeonghan look at him curiously. “That wasn’t a dream. I did come home last night and took very good care of you.”
“Huh?” Jeonghan gaped in surprise. He thought it was a dream, being in and out of consciousness Jeonghan supposed he couldn’t tell real from reality anymore last night. “You came home last night?”
Joshua nodded. “Seungcheol and Jihoon were still here when I arrived.”
Oh right, Seungcheol and Jihoon were here last night. Forgot about them. Oops.
“And you kept calling my name,” Joshua cooed. “You’re so sweet when you’re sick. I even cuddled you to sleep, Hannie. Can’t believe you thought I was a hallucination.”
“Oh my god, really?” Jeonghan blinked in disbelief. “I must have been so out of it. I’m so glad it wasn’t a dream though,” Jeonghan smiled sweetly at his loving husband. “Why’d you come home so early? You weren’t supposed to be home until Monday.”
Joshua hummed, wearing that smile Jeonghan loved so much. “Well, a little birdie told me that my dear husband was sick and not taking care of himself, and refused to even tell me about his condition,” Jeonghan could hear Joshua’s sigh, suddenly feeling guilty. “Of course I had to come home early.”
Jeonghan furrowed. “Who’s the snitch? It’s Seungcheol, isn’t it? Or Seungkwan, he can’t keep his mouth shut.”
Joshua thinned his lips, looking at Jeonghan in all seriousness.
“Are you forgetting that you’ve been ignoring my calls for the past two days, always making up excuses just so I won’t hear the difference in your voice?” Joshua eyed him, making Jeonghan feel guilty again.
“Look, baby, I’m all good now, see?” Jeonghan gesticulated as if to show that he is now, once again, physically able and fit to work and run about. “My fever just needed to break, and I needed some rest. I was going to be well by the time you came home.”
“Well, Mingyu told me you didn’t even want to leave his office.”
“Ah, so he’s the snitch.”
“Jeonghan!”
Jeonghan flinched. “Sorry.”
“Babe, you should have told me.”
“Didn’t want to worry you while you were on your business trip,” Jeonghan reached out, pulling Joshua toward him and to make his beautiful husband sit on his lap and straddle him.
Joshua flicked Jeonghan’s hard head, making the older man yelp in pain. “I’m always bound to worry about my reckless, idiotic, short-sighted husband.”
“See? And you even cut your trip short because of me,” Jeonghan nuzzled into Joshua’s neck.
“We were done with the important stuff,” said Joshua, hugging his husband closer. “Plus, you’re more important to me.”
Jeonghan looked up to meet the affectionate and loving gaze of Joshua, and he couldn’t help but smile and fall in love all over again. He felt so damn lucky. He lifted his hands until they were cupping Joshua’s face, staring intently at those beautiful brown, round eyes, those plump grinning lips.
“I missed you so damn much,” Jeonghan licked his lips before diving in to capture Joshua’s.
It’s been too long (just a week, but Jeonghan was clingy and very much in love still), Jeonghan thought, since he kissed Joshua and he can’t help but devour his lips with so much want, and it didn’t help that his husband tasted like strawberries (his favorite). Joshua snaked his hand around Jeonghan’s neck, pulling him in, deepening the kiss and letting Jeonghan know the younger one missed him just as much.
They pull away to breathe, smiles hovering over each other’s lips. Jeonghan placed another kiss, this time shorter and a little more chaste, on Joshua’s lips before he wiped excess saliva using his thumb.
“Feeling better?”
“Hmm… a little,” whispered Jeonghan breathily. “I think a little more than just a kiss, baby.”
“Really?” Joshua’s voice just turned an octave lower, doing wonders to Jeonghan’s insides.
“How about we go back to our room and you make me feel a whole lot better?”
Joshua giggled, soft, airy laughter filling Jeonghan’s senses that he couldn’t help but bite his lips in anticipation and longing. God, he missed Joshua.
Turned out, Jeonghan was just Joshua-deprived. Easily curable, Joshua thought.