“Yes,” came the slightly sleepy reply, and Jaejoong bit his lip shyly, “I liked it a lot. You were great as always.”

A smile tugged at the brunet’s lips, his cheeks blooming, “Thank you,” he breathed. He paused for a moment, playing with the charger of his phone before he let out an airy whisper of I miss you. He really did. They had been only been two days apart, but Jaejoong needed to see Yunho again. He needed to be enveloped in his arms, needed to breathe his scent in and bury his face in the crook of the taller man’s neck. Phone calls just weren’t the same.

“I miss you too love,” Yunho murmured, and his voice almost sounded pained. Jaejoong closed his eyes, inhaling sharply. When had it become so hard? They had gone months without seeing each other when it came to hectic schedules like concert tours.. and yet now, even a week seemed impossible. He knew it was due to how they decided to live together in the beginning of the year. They had indulged themselves in each other’s presence and touches, until any separation—no matter how small— felt completely awful. Now the house felt empty without Yunho, and Jaejoong could only clutch and cuddle his boyfriend’s pillow and wish he came home soon.

“Have you eaten?” the brunet asked, shifting on the couch. The credits for his drama were rolling on the TV, so he grabbed the remote before switching it off. He was tired, and wanted to go bed as soon as his call with Yunho was over. Today was one of the few days where he had a night to himself instead of being out filming.

“Yes. It feels nice to regularly eat with Changmin again,” the younger male said, yawning quietly afterwards, “And I drank two glasses of wine, so I’m feeling very sleepy.”

Jaejoong chuckled, “I can tell,” before grabbing the blanket that was hung over the side of the couch and throwing it over his bare legs, “I’m tired too. And cold.”

His boyfriend clicked his tongue, murmuring, “Isn’t this a free night for you? Go to bed. You can finally sleep more than four hours tonight.”

“But I want to talk to you,” the brunet mumbled softly, a hint of a whine in his voice. “Please. Just—just let me hear your voice.”

“Okay. But you have to go to sleep as soon as we’re done, promise me?”

“I promise,” Jaejoong giggled, turning on his side and feeling content. “Now tell me about your day.”

Their call was short—only an hour and a half this time—due to Yunho’s persistent nagging on telling him to go to bed, but Jaejoong went to sleep with his heart feeling light and happy. He always felt so special whenever they had nightly calls, because the younger male would always have questions, comments to make—just about anything whenever Jaejoong rambled on about the drama and the filming procedure. And then it’d be his turn, and he’d ask about Yunho’s schedule, how it went and how many fans were there, and he’d listen and listen and listen.

It was so simple, their nightly conversations. But Jaejoong loved them so much. Loved hearing his boyfriend’s voice and the different emotions displayed in his tone, from passion to amusement and then the way he’d laugh, snicker, chuckle—and then sigh softly before suddenly whispering I love you. At that point, he’d curl up even tighter on the couch, eyebrows furrowed in longing as he whispered the words back, wishing Yunho was next to him so that their lips could touch.

Yunho sent him off to bed by murmuring sweet dreams, Bongpil (making him giggle a little) and Jaejoong then messaged him a few cliche but necessary hearts after their call was over. He set his alarm for the next day, grabbed his pillow and blanket and then headed off to bed, wanting time to speed up a little faster so they could be together once again.



A/N: teeny tiny drabble just because i feel so yj deprived and needed to create something fluffy as usual. i wish it could be longer but once again, i'm struggling with my writing OTL hopefully this difficulty goes away soon. thank you for reading! <33333333