Dongmin had just settled onto the sofa with a mug of tea and a book when he heard someone input the door code, and the front door opened. Bin stepped into the apartment and kicked off his shoes, nudged them into place in the row of shoes just inside the front door.
Dongmin smiled. “Welcome home.”
Bin looked up. “I’m home.”
He tugged off his hoodie and hung it on one of the pegs that wasn’t already crowded with jackets and coats and other hoodies. Fans noticed that they wore each other’s clothes and thought it was cute. Sometimes it was because it was just easier to grab the hoodie that they could reach rather than dislodging an entire pile of hoodies in search of their own.
“You were working out?” Dongmin asked.
Bin nodded and padded across the den, sat down on the sofa beside Dongmin. He posed and flexed his bicep, preened. “See? While you were working hard, I was working hard.”
Dongmin set his book and mug aside, then leaned over and pressed a kiss to Bin’s bicep. “You work very hard.”
Bin laughed, startled. “What?”
Dongmin leaned in closer and pressed a kiss to the side of Bin’s neck. “You also have a very pretty voice when you sing and speak.”
“Thank you…?” Bin tried to twist around to look at him.
Dongmin pressed a kiss to Bin’s temple. “You have a very smart mind.”
“Not as smart as you,” Bin said.
Dongmin snuggled in close and pressed a kiss to Bin’s chest, right at his collar. “And you have a very loving heart.”
“What’s this all of a sudden?” Bin asked, smiling but looking a little uncertain.
Dongmin wound his arms around Bin’s neck and pulled him into a kiss, soft and slow and very thorough. Bin hummed happily and kissed him back, and they lay on the couch, kissing for a long time.
“If this is how you’ll welcome me home from the gym I’ll have to work out a lot more,” Bin said.
Dongmin said, “You have very soft lips and I like how you kiss.”
Bin looked at him. “What’s going on?”
“I just wanted to remind you of some of the many reasons I love you.”
Bin started to pull back. “I know it’s been hard promoting without me.”
Dongmin sat up with him. “And I know it’s been hard for you, watching us perform without you.”
Bin closed his eyes and sat back. “Dongminnie, I -”
Dongmin reached out and curled his hand around Bin’s wrist. “No matter what happens, it’s you and me. Whether you perform with us again or not, it’s you and me. I care about you. I admire how well you sing and dance and how hard you work. But the things I care about most are your kind heart and your open mind. I’ll never give up on you.”
“I won’t give up on you either,” Bin said.
Dongmin said, “Don’t give up on yourself.”
Bin opened his eyes. “I wouldn’t.”
Dongmin kissed Bin’s bare shoulder. “If you ever feel like you want to give up, come talk to me, and I’ll remind you of some of the reasons you shouldn’t, okay?”
Bin nodded. He said, softly, “I love you.”