writetomyheart | [team one] almost there

Time doesn't stop for anybody, and Massu suspects that those in his line of work are among the few that really, truly understand what that's like.

He doesn't bother to turn on the lights when he lets himself into an apartment, knowing his way around like the back of his hand, though it's not his own. He toes off his shoes, wanders over to the couch in his best impression of a zombie, and promptly falls onto the soft cushions, wrapping himself around a throw pillow before falling asleep, hoping to catch at least three hours of sleep before he has to wake up and get back to work.

When he wakes up and leaves the next morning, he scrawls a note and leaves it on the fridge, snagging the note left for him in return.

Lather.

Rinse.

Repeat.

Tegoshi calls this game of apartment tag cute. Massu thought it was, too, at first, when the notes were sweet and giddy and full of promises a new romance brings, but constantly missing each other, both in terms of getting to see one another and the active art of missing someone, had clearly taken its toll. The worst part of it all is that as much as Massu wants something to blame for this, it's pointless -- he knew going into it that it would be difficult. They both did. But they still like each other a whole lot and that, if nothing else, has to count for something, right?

Again, Massu lets himself into the apartment and takes his customary napping place on the couch, this time turning the TV on for background noise. Again, it doesn't take long for Massu to fall asleep, but about an hour into it, there's a warm hand on his shoulder.

"You should stop sleeping on the couch," a quiet voice says, the warmth of the hand disappearing for a brief moment to, presumably, turn the television off, as the noise coming from it stops abruptly.

"But it's comfortable," Massu mumbles, even though he's already sitting up, mostly at the other's insistence. He finally opens his eyes, the edges of his vision a little blurry from leftover slumber, and all he sees is nose, fringes of blonde hair, and small eyes looking at him with concern. "Don't look at me like that, I'm fine."

For a split second, a frown crosses the other's lips, but it's soon replaced with a resigned sigh and a gentle tug up, getting Massu to his feet. "Did you forget which room is mine again?"

"There's a million doors, it's entirely possible," Massu replies lamely and is awarded with a giant smile, one that millions of people know worldwide. Daesung lightly thwacks him on the shoulder, then takes his hand and leads him down the hallway of the massive apartment Daesung's management owns for whenever their talent is in Japan. He pushes open one of the doors -- Massu has already forgotten which one, though granted, he wasn't paying much attention, not when this is the first time he's seen his boyfriend in three weeks -- and the rest of the ritual comes like second nature, despite the lengthy periods without seeing each other. They help each other undress in the midst of small kisses and chitchat about schedules, tours, music, whether or not Massu should get a dog. Massu always gets into bed first, always more particular about their positioning, though they always end up snuggled together anyway, legs twined and facing each other.

"What time do you have to get up tomorrow?" Daesung asks, slipping beneath the covers next to Massu, fiddling with his phone all the while.

Massu considers this some, mentally going through his schedule before sighing out, "6:30," and Daesung doesn't have to tell him that it's only four hours from then. Still, Daesung inputs the correct time on his phone, then tosses it aside. He burrows his face into Massu's shoulder after.

"I'm happy you're here," he says, muffled by the fabric of Massu's t-shirt.

In the grand scheme of things, it's not much. It's just one night together at the end of a million nights' worth of trying. But, when Daesung links their hands together, it's better than nothing, and even the most minimum amount of something is better than nothing.

Massu smiles and kisses Daesung in return, murmuring the Korean phrase Koyama taught him a few days past: "Sweet dreams."

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