[ Zhao didn't even need to ask. As soon as he was comfortably settled, Joon-gi burrowed under the blankets, slotting his body behind Zhao's, draping one arm across his waist. Joon-gi had grown accustomed to playing the little spoon, taking comfort in the warm press of Zhao's body against his own.
It was a strange, yet not wholly unwelcome feeling, having their positions reversed. For a moment, he simply lay there, listening to the sound of Zhao's quiet breathing and feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest. He could smell the clean scent of soap and Zhao's favorite shampoo as he nuzzled his face against the nape of his neck.
Joon-gi pressed a brief kiss to his slightly damp hair. ] Good night, jagiya. Sleep well.
[ It felt as though he'd only just drifted off to sleep before the sound of soft mewling pulled him out of his slumber. Joon-gi rolled over and fumbled for the phone, finding that it was fifteen minutes before the alarm was supposed to go off. He set it to go off again in another four hours and turned it facedown on the nightstand.
He sat up and stared blearily into the darkness for a moment before hazarding a look down at his boyfriend. Zhao looked like he'd hardly moved the entire time, his measured breath indicative that he was still dead asleep.
Good. Joon-gi hated the thought of disturbing him when he was clearly exhausted from the day's most recent events, not to mention all the extra shifts he'd been putting in at the restaurant. Though Zhao tried to brush it off, Joon-gi could see how the extra work had been steadily wearing on him.
He glanced back toward the phone. He said he'd let Zhao take the next shift, but the man really could use the sleep...
Carefully, Joon-gi slipped out of bed, tucking the blankets close around Zhao so he'd still be warm. He picked the phone up and stuffed it in his pocket before grabbing the kitten box and quietly making his way toward the kitchen.
Eun-so continued to mewl plaintively, though with less urgency than before. Probably because she had just been fed recently and, hopefully, she understood that another meal would soon be forthcoming. At least, that's what Joon-gi wanted to believe.
He set the box on the floor in the living room next to the couch, then made his way to the kitchen to prepare another bottle. Once that was done, he settled himself on the couch with Eun-so on his lap, holding her steady while she drank. Maybe he had a better angle, or maybe she was just less ravenous, but it seemed like she was getting more milk in her mouth than on her face this time. That was a good sign, wasn't it? Joon-gi smiled as he felt her tiny paws kneading against his chest, her floppy ears twitching every now and again.
She was going to make it. She was a fighter, just like him. He could feel her tiny heartbeat fluttering against his palm, strong and determined.
Eventually, she finished her bottle, and Joon-gi wiped her down and gave her a chance to use the litter box before putting her to bed. He tucked the heating pad under the blanket next to her, watching as she waddled around the confines of her box on unsteady feet. He gently stroked his fingers along her back, scratching at the silver spot between her ears. ]
[ Settle down and go to sleep. ] [ He had slipped back into Korean, now that he was alone. It was the language he had always used around the old Eun-so. ] [ You have a big day tomorrow, and you need your rest. ]
[ It took a while, but Eun-so finally waddled to a comfortable corner and flopped over, blinking her eyes several times before falling asleep.
Satisfied, and knowing that there was nothing else he could do for her, Joon-gi lay back on the couch and stared at the ceiling, resigned to the fact that he wasn't likely to get much beauty sleep tonight. Even so, he was fine with taking on the burden. He'd been the one to bring Eun-so home, so that meant she was his responsibility.
He closed his eyes and hoped that he would drift off swiftly, before Eun-so or the next alarm woke him up again... ]
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Date: 2024-09-16 10:48 pm (UTC)It was a strange, yet not wholly unwelcome feeling, having their positions reversed. For a moment, he simply lay there, listening to the sound of Zhao's quiet breathing and feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest. He could smell the clean scent of soap and Zhao's favorite shampoo as he nuzzled his face against the nape of his neck.
Joon-gi pressed a brief kiss to his slightly damp hair. ] Good night, jagiya. Sleep well.
[ It felt as though he'd only just drifted off to sleep before the sound of soft mewling pulled him out of his slumber. Joon-gi rolled over and fumbled for the phone, finding that it was fifteen minutes before the alarm was supposed to go off. He set it to go off again in another four hours and turned it facedown on the nightstand.
He sat up and stared blearily into the darkness for a moment before hazarding a look down at his boyfriend. Zhao looked like he'd hardly moved the entire time, his measured breath indicative that he was still dead asleep.
Good. Joon-gi hated the thought of disturbing him when he was clearly exhausted from the day's most recent events, not to mention all the extra shifts he'd been putting in at the restaurant. Though Zhao tried to brush it off, Joon-gi could see how the extra work had been steadily wearing on him.
He glanced back toward the phone. He said he'd let Zhao take the next shift, but the man really could use the sleep...
Carefully, Joon-gi slipped out of bed, tucking the blankets close around Zhao so he'd still be warm. He picked the phone up and stuffed it in his pocket before grabbing the kitten box and quietly making his way toward the kitchen.
Eun-so continued to mewl plaintively, though with less urgency than before. Probably because she had just been fed recently and, hopefully, she understood that another meal would soon be forthcoming. At least, that's what Joon-gi wanted to believe.
He set the box on the floor in the living room next to the couch, then made his way to the kitchen to prepare another bottle. Once that was done, he settled himself on the couch with Eun-so on his lap, holding her steady while she drank. Maybe he had a better angle, or maybe she was just less ravenous, but it seemed like she was getting more milk in her mouth than on her face this time. That was a good sign, wasn't it? Joon-gi smiled as he felt her tiny paws kneading against his chest, her floppy ears twitching every now and again.
She was going to make it. She was a fighter, just like him. He could feel her tiny heartbeat fluttering against his palm, strong and determined.
Eventually, she finished her bottle, and Joon-gi wiped her down and gave her a chance to use the litter box before putting her to bed. He tucked the heating pad under the blanket next to her, watching as she waddled around the confines of her box on unsteady feet. He gently stroked his fingers along her back, scratching at the silver spot between her ears. ]
[ Settle down and go to sleep. ] [ He had slipped back into Korean, now that he was alone. It was the language he had always used around the old Eun-so. ] [ You have a big day tomorrow, and you need your rest. ]
[ It took a while, but Eun-so finally waddled to a comfortable corner and flopped over, blinking her eyes several times before falling asleep.
Satisfied, and knowing that there was nothing else he could do for her, Joon-gi lay back on the couch and stared at the ceiling, resigned to the fact that he wasn't likely to get much beauty sleep tonight. Even so, he was fine with taking on the burden. He'd been the one to bring Eun-so home, so that meant she was his responsibility.
He closed his eyes and hoped that he would drift off swiftly, before Eun-so or the next alarm woke him up again... ]