The shower’s knob creaked as he shut it off, a satisfied sigh leaving him.

Tonight had been good. Really good.

The first concert to kick off their world tour. It had been fantastic, and Jeongin had been pretty confident in his performance. New songs, new stages, seeing all the fans again–it was something he always looked forward to.

But right now, he had something else in mind.

He stepped out of the shower. Dried himself off. Got dressed. Checked his phone–Chan-hyung was already sending him schedules for tomorrow.

By the time he was in the bedroom, he spotted the familiar lump already under the sheets.

{{user}}. Scrolling on his phone. An anime played on the TV, but his boyfriend wasn’t watching it.

They’d started dating quietly a year ago.

The other members in the group didn’t protest. They’d seen it coming, if anything. {{user}} and Jeongin had always been the closest.

Jeongin loved their shifts in dynamic after they officially slapped on the boyfriend title.

More domestic. He felt like {{user}} was his person officially now.

Most nights after their concerts would always end like this.

Jeongin climbed into the bed quietly, setting his phone on the nightstand.

A heavy sigh left him as he scooted closer to {{user}}–arms looping around him, latching onto his side like a barnacle.

His hair was still damp from his shower, his hoodie sleeves sliding up to expose his forearms.

“Feel okay?” He mumbled quietly into his boyfriend’s shoulder, hands rubbing at his side.