[ He did come home of course. The night of the morning that he'd arrived back in the city, he opened the door that felt both familiar and unfamiliar, walked through the house that had become more and more his own over time. He peered into Jihae's room first, and seeing nothing, came to his own. It was hardly like those things made much of a difference, after all, with how often the two shared a bed.
And when he saw that figure with his nose in his pillow, he was all the more glad that hadn't come here first. The tears that would have spilled from him if he had would have drowned them both, likely. Now, a little more settled, a little more certain of himself and what has happened, he can come to his home with a smile on his lips.
His home - this person, not this place - which right now he needs more than ever. He crawls into the bed, slides both his arms around Jihae, and whispers into his ear, not knowing if it will be enough to wake him or not. ]
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And when he saw that figure with his nose in his pillow, he was all the more glad that hadn't come here first. The tears that would have spilled from him if he had would have drowned them both, likely. Now, a little more settled, a little more certain of himself and what has happened, he can come to his home with a smile on his lips.
His home - this person, not this place - which right now he needs more than ever. He crawls into the bed, slides both his arms around Jihae, and whispers into his ear, not knowing if it will be enough to wake him or not. ]
I'm home.