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“So, when did you get it?” Renjun asks. He’s carefully circling the inked skin with the tip of his finger, tracing Donghyuck as he sits snugly on top of him.
It’s a horseshoe, so corny. It’s the scrappy kind that’s got wear and tear.
It’s funny, Renjun hasn’t ever been around a horse before, but he knows what the shape is, and when he presses it again he can feel the heat in his ears. It’s a nice tattoo, a great one even. He wants to scoff at just how ridiculous it is, how cute. It’s so much like Donghyuck, that he'd be surprised if he hadn’t known him any better.
Donghyuck’s eyebrows pull together at the question. There’s no doubt in Renjun’s mind that he probably doesn’t even remember where he got it, let alone when but he’s curious anyway. It’s so out of the blue, so permanent, that Renjun wonders why he’s only been shown now .
“Do you really not remember?” Renjun teases with a laugh, poking right into his flesh, leaving a faint print for nothing more than a few seconds. Donghyuck shakes his head before sitting up a bit on his elbows, getting a good look at the tattoo in question. He huffs.
“Spur of tha moment. I’mma cowboy.” He puts it simply, and Renjun rolls his eyes at Donghyuck, just catching how big he smiles. His teeth are pretty and white and it’s completely charming in the most annoying way. He can’t help a small smile from forming on his lips as Donghyuck sits under him as pleased with himself as ever. It gives Renjun butterflies.
Donghyuck is such an idiot.
He settles on the answer anyway, because Donghyuck looks so adorable, so precious—even if he’s anything but. Those aren’t the right words, perhaps. He wouldn’t usually describe Donghyuck that way, seeing as he’s so much bigger than Renjun himself, so much tougher. He’s nearly a foot taller than Renjun, and the words he wants to make use of are caught in his throat because the connotations that follow expose his true self, his heart; and that’s a nightmare all in itself.
“Well then, cowpoke, ” He chaffs as he leans in, nearing nose to nose with Donghyuck as he shoves him back down onto the bed. “Get up and make me some breakfast or you’ll be sleeping alone. I’m starving.”
Donghyuck closes his eyes and lets his head drop onto the pillow beneath him. He puts on a fantastic show when Renjun shakes him, grabbing at his shoulders. Donghyuck snores, so obnoxiously that it only makes Renjun more desperate. He nearly whines when he feels a pang of hunger hit his stomach and this time, Donghyuck flicks an eye open at the sound.
“I’m hungry , Donghyuck,” He informs him, again and he feels those warm, large hands sweep under his shirt, stopping just over his belly button. It makes him jump and he shifts as Donghyuck gently rubs at the spot, kneading there with his thumbs. Renjun tries his hardest not to be so precarious.
His stomach grumbles once more under Donghyuck’s palm. “I don’t know where anything is in your stupidly huge cabinets.” He reminds Donghyuck that; it’s only his first time staying over, and for fear of putting him out of his way, he’d declined dinner all night.
“I should make you somethin’ then, shouldn’t I? That’s what you want?” He asks and he knows the answer, but of course he’s an ass. Renjun nods and pleads with his eyes in a way he knows Donghyuck can’t deny.
“Gotta be a good host.” Donghyuck hums, persuaded, sitting up slowly—hair messy and tousled. It’s shorter now, styling he’d gotten done a few days prior. His lips are red and swollen. Renjun loved it—though Donghyuck despised it, he tended to swell up in the early morning hours, leaving his cheeks to resemble that of a small squirrel.
Before Renjun can prod and poke at those cheeks as he wants, he’s being hoisted up from the safety of Donghyuck’s lap and the warmth of the blankets slip from his shoulders too soon. It’s all followed by a squeal and a few protests, because even if it was terribly cliche, Renjun wants to stay in bed with him too.
Donghyuck has made a perfect practice out of this, it’s pretty flattering, whether it’s a small walk over to his bed, or sweetly being brought into his kitchen for breakfast, he’s held safe and gentle in strong arms. Donghyuck only threatens to drop him a few times along the way, and Renjun smacks him in the shoulder, cheeks red and hot.
He slides down into the cold seat at the table as Donghyuck lets him go and there are no longer those big, hearty arms carrying him bridal style around the apartment. He wants to complain, head resting on his palm as he watches Donghyuck shuffling around in the fridge. All he can see is his back—broad and tanned.
A few minutes pass as he eyes Donghyuck, he’s washing his hands in the sink. He doesn’t speak much, Renjun focuses on the sound of the water and the exhaustion hits him quickly. He fights to keep his eyes open, and battles against the drowsiness that comes with listening to Donghyuck hum.
The next time Renjun comes to, Donghyuck is sitting in the chair next to him, pulling him out of his nap with the smell of eggs at the tip of his nose and a soft kiss at the top of his head.
Renjun almost doesn't feel it, it's so hesitant. He peeks an eye open, almost convinced but the sun is purposefully shining through the window at just the right angle to blind him. He doesn’t want to open his eyes. Donghyuck pushes a steamy bowl in front of him anyway.
“Eat.” He says with a gentle smile. His voice is raspy, coated in satrine, so deep and raw and it runs down Renjun’s spine like sparks.
He blinks at the food, picking up the spoon between tired fingers and dunking it into the dish. He takes a mouthful and it’s delicious—Donghyuck is an amazing cook, even if it’s just this; some silly eggs and soup for breakfast.
It runs smoothly down his throat, rests in his belly with ease and Donghyuck swallows his own food beside him. His jaw is so tight, so narrow when he chews. He looks so determined.
It’s cute, it’s so cute and Renjun wants to kiss him but his body won’t allow it. Even with all of the will in the world, he sits there, shoving soup down his throat and wanting, in silence.