Keeping Time

Inseong has come home, which would be the best, if only it weren't his turn, now, to wait.“Only puppies,” Inseong murmured, thinking of Jaeyoon’s boundless energy, the way almost everyone loved him and wanted to keep him the second they met him, the way Jaeyoon collected admirers without even trying. “Don’t let too many people pet you,” Inseong sighed, dragging a thumb over his bottom lip and regretting the fact that he’d left his chapstick in his bag because he wanted to feel the press of something, anything against his lips. “They’ll only get attached.”Jaeyoon hummed, his answer soft and low, “Don’t worry, hyung. I’ll only let you rub my tummy and scratch my back.”