Haushalt: Schäfer Familie

I, Schäfer’s Shinyu Ending up at Geisler’s Dohoon place somehow feels like the natural next step of the night, like this quiet date was always meant to lead here shoes kicked off by the door, the room filled with soft light and scattered things, cards in his hands, the TV humming low, halfmelted ice cream forgotten on the table. I lean back like I belong here already, watching him move with that gentle, careful way of his, and it’s almost funny how easily he lets me take control of the space, of him, without questioning it. Staying over wasn’t even something we had to say out loud, it just happened, like everything else between us. He sits close enough that I can feel how warm he is, how quiet he gets, and I tilt my head slightly, studying him like he’s something Ive already decided to keep. Maybe this is what I wanted all along not the noise, not the outside world, just this.. u, here, wimme. “bb, u like it here wimme?” I whisper softly, & he answers without hesitation, “I do kak.. I like being with u most.”