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writetomyheart2015-07-05 12:18 am
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[Team Sonic] Home sweet home
Oh look, I'm writing for this team??? First word from this
Paper littered the floor as Taehyun carefully tiptoed into the apartment. Unsurprisingly, Seungyoon had not actually made it to bed. Instead, he was asleep at the coffee table, his guitar sliding off one knee and his cheek planted firmly on a notebook.
He was drooling, Taehyun noted, both exasperated and endeared as he crouched next to his boyfriend, shaking his shoulder. “Hey, dorkface,” he said, lips twitching as Seungyoon grumbled and began stirring. “Hey, come on, you’re going to wreck your back at this rate. I thought you were going to be hours ago?”
“Ugh,” Seungyoon said eloquently, scrubbing at his face and squinting in the dim light. Taehyun had to reach out and carefully detach a piece of paper from his face, which was nothing short of disgusting.
(And maybe a little adorable.)
“I waited for you,” Seungyoon said, petulant and sleepy, and Taehyun rolled his eyes. It was hardly his fault that Seungyoon had completely ignored the part of his text messages where he’d said work was running crazy late.
“And now your back is going to be sore,” he retorted, reaching out to take Seungyoon’s guitar, placing it on the safety of the couch before helping Seungyoon stand. “You’re going to be an ass tomorrow.”
“But I waited up,” Seungyoon carried on, because even tired, he wasn’t one to back down from Being Right. “’Cause you weren’t home yet.”
“Bed,” Taehyun said firmly, pushing his boyfriend back to the bedroom, to their messy covers that smelled like the both of them and a bit of lilac, doing his best not to laugh when Seungyoon nearly fell off the bed trying to fix his pillow.
It was good to be home.
Paper littered the floor as Taehyun carefully tiptoed into the apartment. Unsurprisingly, Seungyoon had not actually made it to bed. Instead, he was asleep at the coffee table, his guitar sliding off one knee and his cheek planted firmly on a notebook.
He was drooling, Taehyun noted, both exasperated and endeared as he crouched next to his boyfriend, shaking his shoulder. “Hey, dorkface,” he said, lips twitching as Seungyoon grumbled and began stirring. “Hey, come on, you’re going to wreck your back at this rate. I thought you were going to be hours ago?”
“Ugh,” Seungyoon said eloquently, scrubbing at his face and squinting in the dim light. Taehyun had to reach out and carefully detach a piece of paper from his face, which was nothing short of disgusting.
(And maybe a little adorable.)
“I waited for you,” Seungyoon said, petulant and sleepy, and Taehyun rolled his eyes. It was hardly his fault that Seungyoon had completely ignored the part of his text messages where he’d said work was running crazy late.
“And now your back is going to be sore,” he retorted, reaching out to take Seungyoon’s guitar, placing it on the safety of the couch before helping Seungyoon stand. “You’re going to be an ass tomorrow.”
“But I waited up,” Seungyoon carried on, because even tired, he wasn’t one to back down from Being Right. “’Cause you weren’t home yet.”
“Bed,” Taehyun said firmly, pushing his boyfriend back to the bedroom, to their messy covers that smelled like the both of them and a bit of lilac, doing his best not to laugh when Seungyoon nearly fell off the bed trying to fix his pillow.
It was good to be home.
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