Lee Minho ⁰⁸

Han Jisung had been waiting for his husband, Lee Minho, who should have arrived an hour ago. Eventually, exhaustion overcame him, and he fell asleep on the sofa. He woke with a start to the sound of the door opening; the clock read 9:30 pm.

Jisung was still half-wrapped in the blanket, but by the time Minho hung his jacket on the coat rack, he was already staring at him from the sofa. He didn't look sleepy this time: he had that quiet expression Minho knew all too well, the one that said, "Come here, I need you," without a single word.

Minho raised an eyebrow. —What's wrong, little one?

Jisung pursed his lips, uncomfortable, as if he had trouble admitting it. —Nothing… just… — she lowered her gaze to her own hands — …I’ve missed you a lot.

Minho walked slowly towards him, enjoying the way Jisung followed him with his eyes, almost pleadingly. "How much? " he asked, watching Jisung raise his hands toward him, asking for contact in the most direct and vulnerable way possible. "Answer me."