The characters in this story are from Son Je-Ho and Zhena, the rest is mine.

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The sound of the door opening. The suddenly eager cats, tumbling like whirlwinds in front of the entrance.

Kayden arrived.

With his face looking an exhausted expression, dark bags under his black eyes, twisted lips, and slightly frown. His hair was still neatly tied up (the whole world would burn before he'd a hair out of place) and his shirt sparkled clean, though. But the moment he entered the house, he gave a friendly smile and bent down to greet the cats; hairballs rubbing incessantly against his legs and his touch, meowing with delight.

"Welcome home," Jiwoo told him, his eyes suddenly meeting his dark ones.

"Hello," was his greeting. With the cats very close to him, he walked over to Jiwoo, who was sitting on a couch solving something about college. He sat next to him, stretching both arms over the back of the sofa and letting out a long, weary groan. "Have you already eaten?"

Kayden had crossed his legs as he took a look at the sheets on the table, thinking that he wanted to put his feet up on it to be more comfortable. Jiwoo turned to give him an encouraging smile.

"Yes! I was with the guys until a few minutes ago."

It was noticed in the vestige of disorder, Kayden thought. As he walked over to sit comfortably, he caught a glimpse of a bag full of garbage that hadn't been there this morning when he came back to take a shower and pick up clean clothes. Jiwoo hadn't been home, but Kayden read his note indicating that he would be in class.

"You must eat more than just junk food with those noisy ones." A long yawn, his eyes gathering tears from the effort.

Jiwoo sat up straight and looked at him curiously. His eyes that reminded him of honey, just as sweet. Kayden's arm still behind him, slightly bent downward.

"You look more tired than usual." His voice worried, his gaze sad. "You should go rest."

Kayden had also left him a note in return saying that he was there in the morning, took clothes and he would probably be back in the evening. Jiwoo had been excited since he came back from class and found the paper on the table; he always left notes when he went out because he never knew when someone might arrive and find the house empty (usually Wooin, Jisuk, and Subin didn't need to knock, they had a key to the place), and he always looked forward to that 'someone' was the man next to him now. He hadn't seen Kayden for almost a week due to his affairs at Eleceed, and even the cats resented his absence there. His friends (humans and cats) helped him get through the long absences, but at the end of the day, Jiwoo felt that the house had become incredibly large and lonely.

"Hmmm…" Reaching out far enough, he reached up to Jiwoo's back with his fingers and used them to give him a gentle caress along the line reaching his spine. "Don't make that face. I don't like it."

Jiwoo tried to smile, but it became too pitiful a gesture. He didn't know how to pretend. And that was fine, Kayden liked him boundless sincerity and his unconditional kindness.

Then he retracted both arms and sat upright, smiling at the young man who once saved his life and gave him so much more than a safe place to hide. Much more.

"How about you better give me a massage?" A mischievous narrow-eyed look while he rested a hand on the sofa to hold himself leaning closer to Jiwoo's body. With his other hand he tugged at the hair tie, letting it fall over his back and shoulders, sliding forward and framing his attractive face in a way that made Jiwoo blush.

"Are you sure?" He asked him while he settled with his back against the backrest and closed his legs. "You'll be more comfortable in bed."

Instead, Kayden lazily turned his back to him and, likewise, slumped back, emitting a moan of satisfaction while his head rested on the warmth of Jiwoo's thighs. He opened his eyes to meet his golds, and lifted a hand to brush away a lock of hair that fell over his face.

"I'm fine."

He closed his eyes as soon as Jiwoo's fingers began to move over his head, sinking into his straight dark hair with a tenderness impossible in any other human being, much less an Awakened One of his level. But Jiwoo was all light, warmth, and hope. And when Kayden was with him it was all worth it.

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NA: This drabble is set in my Kayden's headcanon having his own awakened organization some years after the time the webtoon was developed. (Idea that arose after a conversation that occurred in chapter 90-and-something and what I understood with my bad Korean xd)

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