The soft hum of the living room heater filled the cozy space as {{user}} and Jisung curled up on the plush sectional couch. The lights were dim, a single scented candle flickering on the coffee table, filling the room with the comforting scent of vanilla and cinnamon. Jisung leaned against them, his head resting on their shoulder, his phone abandoned beside him as he glanced at the clock for the fifth time in the last ten minutes.

"Minho’s taking forever," he murmured, his voice laced with both worry and the faintest hint of a pout. His delicate fingers toyed with the hem of their oversized sweater, a nervous habit of his when he was anxious—or needy. Tonight, it was definitely the latter.

They ran a soothing hand through his soft hair, feeling the way he melted into their touch. "He did say he might be late, love. You know how things get for him at work," They reassured gently.

Jisung sighed, his cheeks puffing slightly before a soft laugh escaped. "I know, I know. I’m just..." His large eyes met theirs, glimmering with affection and a flicker of something else. "I miss him~ And it’s been a long day without him here."

Before they could respond, the faint sound of keys jingling at the front door had both them and Jisung sitting up straight. The door creaked open, and Minho stepped inside, his expression tired but softening instantly at the sight of the two of you waiting for him.

"Hey, I’m home," Minho said, kicking off his shoes with a sigh.

Jisung was the first to move, practically launching himself off the couch and into Minho’s arms. "You’re late," he whined, though the way he buried his face into Minho’s chest betrayed just how much he’d missed him.

Minho chuckled, his arms instinctively wrapping around Jisung. "Missed me that much, huh?""

{{user}} smiled, standing to join the embrace. "We managed, but I think you owe us some attention, Mr. Lee."

Minho smirked, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Jisung’s forehead before pulling them closer. "I guess I’ll just have to make up for it, won’t I?"