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The morning light shines through a crack in the curtains, gently lighting the cream-coloured sheets. Seunghyun is comfortably spooning Jiyong. It’s only eight in the morning, and neither have anything scheduled for the day. They’ve just finished all their promotions and performances for their newest album; they are happy with the results, but there’s always a feeling of possible improvements and further editing that could have been made. Jiyong groans softly, reluctantly opening his eyes to find his lover perfectly fitted around him, Seunghyun’s nose comfortably nuzzled into his nape. Jiyong doesn’t dare move, for fear of waking his slumbering grizzly. Though, his efforts are in vain, as Seunghyun whispers “Good morning, darling,” into Jiyong’s ear. Jiyong shivers as Seunghyun’s warm breath caresses him; he’s disappointed he’s woken his lover up, but shifts to face his hyung.
“Good morning, Hyung... Did I wake you?”
“Heh, definitely not. But my arms,” teased Seunghyun, “have fallen back asleep because of you.”
Warmness creeps over Jiyong, he smacks his hyung on the shoulder, then attempts to hide himself. Seunghyun chuckles, reveling in how adorable his sweet Jiyong is.
“Yah, then why didn’t you tell me?” Jiyong huffs, pouting. He then wriggles free from Seunghyun’s grasp, rolling off the bed and onto his feet. This attempt was successful, as his hyung made no effort to retaliate. Seunghyun laughed, Jiyong was rather silly sometimes.
“You know, you could’ve just asked. I would’ve let you go freely.” insisted Seunghyun, who began sprawling across the mattress. “Now I get the bed all to myself!” He starts rolling every which way, like a puppy playing in mud. Jiyong rolls his eyes, he can’t help but smile; how could he be upset at him, especially when he looks this cute?
“Sure, Hyung,” sarcasm apparent in his voice, “I’m gonna start breakfast. You can lay in bed however long you want, but I can’t guarantee there’ll be leftovers.”
In the kitchen, Jiyong is making pancakes. One of their favourites, especially when paired with whipped cream and fresh fruits. With a pan in one hand, and a spatula in the other, Jiyong expertly flips each one, cooking them till they’re golden brown. He then plates them, adding a generous amount of whipped cream on the side. Jiyong licks the excess cream off his finger, humming contently at its light milky taste. He wipes the rest on his thigh-high, black and white, laced apron; he’s adorned himself with a thigh garter, completing the look. He’d recently purchased this set as a surprise for Seunghyun. He sprinkles blueberries onto the plate, which they had handpicked from their garden yesterday. Jiyong’s just about finished as Seunghyun hauls himself out of their bedroom, hair disheveled, yawning. “Wow, Ji. Breakfast smells amazing…”
“It’s about time you got up, I was just about to call you, too.”
Jiyong sets the plates down on the island. Then grabbing two sets of utensils, and cups from the cupboard. He tries reaching for them without a stool this time, tip-toeing as high as he can, he’s only able to graze a cup with the tips of his fingers. A moment of fumbling later, he’s gotten the glass to the edge. He’s a few movements away from success, legs furiously aching from the prolonged flexing. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of struggling, Jiyong clutches onto the cup! But, in that same moment, his calves give out, causing him to lose balance and stumble backwards.
“Oh, shit-” He shuts his eyes and braces for impact, holding onto the cup tightly. He’s protecting that cup, even if it means letting himself get hurt. Jiyong hesitantly accepts his fate… Until, strong arms envelop him, cushioning his fall. Jiyong is completely caught off guard by this, still shocked by what happened. With the cup in hand, and Seunghyun wrapped around him, he gapes.
“Easy there, ‘Dragon,” whispers Seunghyun.
They then stare at each other in silence, until Seunghyun begins wiggling his eyebrows, smirking, causing Jiyong to burst into a fit of laughter, followed immediately by the other.
“Oh my gosh, I can’t believe that just happened. It’s just like the movies,” chuckled Jiyong, grabbing onto the back of Seunghyun’s neck, pulling him down to give him a peck on the lips, as thanks. Seunghyun grins, planting fervent kisses on him in return.
“Hyung, c’mon, the food’s getting cold!” playfully exclaimed Jiyong. Seunghyun refuses. He quits kissing Ji, but changes his form of affection to a tight bear hug, nuzzling into his partner’s head. “Hyung- you’re strangling me-”
With that, the elder finally relents. Letting him go with one last kiss on the cheek. As Jiyong steps back, Seunghyun notices what he’s wearing; his eyes glaze over every inch of his lover’s figure. Thigh-high. Black and white. Laced. Apron.
“You like?” asks Jiyong, smirking.
He’s hit with his signature line.
Seunghyun is mesmerized, his mouth agape, words reduced to a mere nod. When he’s fully sunken in this spectacle; arms outstretched, palms open as he breathes, “You look stunning, Ji. When did you get this?” Jiyong says nothing. Instead, he brings a finger to his lips, turns around and heads over to the fridge, filling his glass with cold water. Once filled, he saunters back to his plate, beginning to cut into a pancake, humming delightfully, for he knows his hyung has taken an interest in his apron. He gestures for the older man to partake in breakfast; his now cool food awaits him. Seunghyun slowly approaches his plate, refusing to take his eyes off the younger, completely entranced. Jiyong purses his lips, trying to hide his amusement; this is seriously affecting his hyung. Seunghyun, of course, notices this. He pouts and crosses his arms, “What’s so funny? You haven’t answered my question yet!”
“How about you finish your breakfast, and then maybe I’ll let you in on the secret- in bed.” cooed Jiyong, offering a sly wink.
At that, Seunghyun perks up, his sour expression shifts into excitement. Quickly putting his utensils to work, he demolishes his meal and urges Jiyong to do the same. Upon receiving a scowl from his love, he throws his hands up, and relents. After what felt like an eternity, Jiyong finishes eating. Seunghyun laughs mischievously, passionately yanking Jiyong into the bedroom, letting the door shut behind them.