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“Get up.” Soonyoung twitched as Jihoon’s bony hands prods his back. He groans and rolls to the side, twisting his face away from the voice. “Soonyoung, wake up.”
“Nngh,“ he mumbles. If he can just pretend to be asleep, then maybe the voice will—
“Soonyoung, stop pretending. I know you’re awake.”
Groaning, Soonyoung turns his head and faces Jihoon. “You’re one to talk. Did you even sleep?”
“…no. But that’s not important, you need to get ready,” Jihoon pokes him. “Go eat breakfast now.”
“No.”
“Soonyoung.”
“Fight me, Lee Jihoon,” Soonyoung frowns, lifting one of his hands in weak protest.
Jihoon rolls his eyes and not a second later, pounces on the male. His hands dive towards Soonyoung’s sides; tickling and prodding him awake. “Wake up, wake up, wake up.”
With a laugh, Soonyoung wrenches his body away. “I’ll get up if you go sleep.”
“I’m not tired.”
“Liar.”
Jihoon sighs. “Will you really?” Soonyoung smiles at his answer.
“Yep,” he says with a kiss to Jihoon’s forehead. Jihoon scrunches his nose at the affection but doesn’t push him away. Soonyoung tucks Jihoon in their bed and starts the day by making his breakfast.
While he’s cooking—or to be precise, burning—his eggs, Soonyoung cranes his head and shouts out, “Yah, Lee Jihoon, you better be sleeping in there or I’ll be getting back in bed!”
“Maybe if you stop talking, I’ll be able to sleep!” comes Jihoon’s muffled reply. “Your eggs are burning.”
“Ah shit.”
Soonyoung doesn’t manage to save his breakfast from being cremated but he eats it anyway. Jihoon wakes up from his short nap after and watches Soonyoung sleepily from his perch on the counter.
He sips his morning coffee, ladened with too much creamer because he’s not one of those all-black-souls-and-coffee-kind of guy. Soonyoung emerges from their bedroom, hair still dripping wet and toothpaste still smudged on his cheek.
“I’m going now!” Soonyoung presses a kiss on Jihoon’s forehead.
Jihoon wipes the toothpaste off, “You’re already late.”
“I know,” Soonyoung says, kissing Jihoon once, twice, a third time more. “But I like being here.”
Jihoon hasn’t had enough coffee for this kind of treatment, “Just go already. Stop kissing me, you kissy monster.”
Soonyoung laughs and leaves at Jihoon’s request. But only after Jihoon returns all his gifts and him planting a harsh kick on Soonyoung's side when Jihoon realizes that he’s stalling.
The door slams shut and Jihoon glares at it but ends up grinning into his coffee because of Soonyoung’s antics. If he ends up smiling the whole day well, no one will know but him.
Soonyoung’s sitting on their couch, earphones blasting in his ears as he watches the choreography video he shot earlier. Jihoon appears at the edge of his peripherals and its only after the brunette waving does he take his earphones out.
“What is it?”
“Where’s your blue hoodie?” Jihoon scratches his bare arm. “I can’t find it.”
Soonyoung cocks his head, “Is it the one with the white sleeves or the one with the flaps?”
“The flaps.”
“I think they’re in the second drawer. I forgot to hang it after doing the laundry,” Soonyoung answers after remembering. Jihoon nods at his reply before trudging towards their room.
“Okay. I’m stealing it.”
“Give me back the red one before you leave for work,” Soonyoung calls out. “It’s cold in the studio and my nipples were freezing.”
“No.”
And with that, Soonyoung’s nipples froze to death.
Jihoon hates working late. He’s not a workaholic by all means; it’s just that he gets so absorbed in the music he’s making that he forgets the time and before he knows it, it’s just running past 3 am.
It results in Jihoon coming back home at 4 in the morning and trying to sneak in as quietly as possible in order to not wake Soonyoung up with his clambering. He pads into their kitchen in sockless feet as he feels the cold seep up his legs.
Opening the fridge, he reheats the leftovers Soonyoung set out for him and smiles at the post it which read, ‘good night babe! Or morning rather. Hope work was treating you well~’
Jihoon finishes his dinner and moves into the living room to tidy up the mess that no doubt accumulated while Soonyoung was at home alone. To his surprise, there’s a human sized lump on the couch. Upon closer inspection, Jihoon sees that it’s Soonyoung curled up on the couch and he can only shake his head when he realizes that the idiot probably stayed up waiting for him.
The brunette heads into their room and moves to steals their blanket off their bed. He returns to the living room and climbs in the couch beside Soonyoung, tucking his body between the spaces.
Jihoon spreads the blanket over them and rearranges Soonyoung’s body so that his head will rest on Soonyoung’s arm and his leg around the taller male.
As he nuzzles in closer, Soonyoung shifts his head and murmurs a small, “Welcome back.”
Jihoon smiles and presses his cheek against Soonyoung’s arm, “I’m home.”
They both wake up with cramped legs and sore necks but Jihoon doesn’t mind. He’d brave through all the long nights when it means coming home to Soonyoung waiting for him.
“Jihoon’s morning” a documentary by Kwon Soonyoung
7:03 am
“Jihoon tightens his death grip on the pillow even more. He doesn’t show it often but he’s a very clingy person—oh Jihoon wakes up. He stares into the camera with loving eyes and he’s going to get up now because he’s such a loving—“
“—hey! No throwing pillows in the morning.”
“Get that away from me.”
“Nope.”
7:34 am
“Jihoon maintains his beautiful face by going into the bathroom and splashing his face with cold water and rinsing his mouth. Wow! He then proceeds to the kitchen to make his coffee but in true Jihoon fashion, he stubs his toe in the doorway.”
“Stop videoing me and make breakfast already,” Jihoon glares at him whilst limping slightly.
“Jihoon-mon uses glare but sadly it has no effect. Trainer Kwon uses kisses to heal Jihoon’s HP. Kisses make boo-boos feel better.”
“Soonyoung get away! Stop trying to grab my feet. If you fucking try to kiss my toe better again I’ll kick your face.”
7:52 am
“Jihoon sits at the table, eating the delicious breakfast made by his one true love. ‘The pancakes are delicious!’ Jihoon says. ‘Soonyoung is such a great cook. I love him sooooo much!’”
“You’re wrong about the first two,” Jihoon says, not even looking at the camera. “But yeah, I do love you.”
[Suddenly the phone is dropped from Soonyoung’s grasp and clatters onto the table. The camera faces the ceiling and Soonyoung’s voice can be heard wailing ‘I love you Jihoonie' over and over again while Jihoon laughs and says ‘I love you too’ as well.]
7:59 am
A flushed looking Soonyoung appears on screen. “Jihoon-mon just did critical damage to Trainer Kwon’s health. He needs to do aegyo so that Trainer Kwon can finish the league.”
He points his phone camera towards Jihoon who crosses his arms, “Finish your food, Soonyoung.”
“Do aegyo for me.”
“Stop videoing me first,” Jihoon says.
“Please?”
Jihoon hesitates looking at Soonyoung and the camera shakes when Soonyoung nods at him to continue. The brunette sighs but aims his gaze towards the camera. “Soonyoungie needs to eat his food now kyuuuu~”
[The footage is blurry once more as Soonyoung tries to smother the other with hugs while Jihoon scrambles to delete the video from his phone.]
Soonyoung holds the camera up to show his flushed smile and Jihoon jabbing him at the side. “This is Jihoon, the love of my life.”
At his side, Jihoon decreases the jabbing into soft pokes but smiles at the camera anyway, “And that is Soonyoung, the idiot that I love with all my heart.” Jihoon’s hands come up at the camera while Soonyoung leans down towards him.
[The video ends abruptly.]
The best thing about weekends is the fact that neither of them have work and they can both sleep in. They’re both tangled up in bed having finished a slow round of morning sex, all tangled limbs and the drowsy morning painting their kisses.
It’s not a while later that they decide to do something about their growling stomachs and Jihoon has had enough of Soonyoung’s suggestive jokes of what he’d much rather be eating. They decide on pizza for brunch and they spend their time waiting for their food in another make out session because Soonyoung’s libido is insatiable.
The doorbell rings a few minutes after. They’re both too lazy to make themselves presentable so Jihoon wears Soonyoung’s shirt and Soonyoung pulls up a pair of sweatpants with a big hole on the thigh. Jihoon latches himself on Soonyoung’s back as he drags them both towards the front door.
The scandalized expression of the deliveryman makes Jihoon think it is worth getting out of bed. Jihoon pays him whilst being perched from behind Soonyoung and he can see the flustered expression making way on the guy’s face. He eyes at the way the guy’s eyes trail down Soonyoung’s body and Jihoon regrets not letting Soonyoung wear a shirt.
Jihoon narrows his eyes while Soonyoung accepts the food from the deliveryman, who is obviously checking Soonyoung out now. Jihoon unwraps his arms from Soonyoung’s neck and exposes the impressive handiwork he left just moments before. The guy’s eyes go wide as he takes in the sight and Jihoon's smirk after he stakes his claim. His hands tremble when he reaches for their change and Jihoon pats himself on the back.
“Your c-change, sir,” he stutters.
“Thanks,” Jihoon says wryly as he smirks at the man’s reddening expression. As the guy turns to head out of the hallway, Jihoon grabs Soonyoung and says in a loud voice, “Let’s have round two, daddy.”
He laughs when the guy scurries as fast as he could and Soonyoung can only look at him in confusion. “What was that all about? You’re the daddy, not me. What were you trying to do?”
“Nothing,” Jihoon bites his cheek. “Let’s just eat now.”
Soonyoung pouts a bit but ceases when Jihoon twines his hand in his. “You have to stop being so passive-aggressive to all the guys who deliver our food.”
“He was staring! Besides, it’s your fault since you weren’t wearing a shirt.”
“You’re going to scare away all the people until nobody will want to deliver to us anymore,” Soonyoung scolds. He sighs when Jihoon rolls his eyes at his words. “You’re going to owe me if we can’t get pizza anymore.”
“How much?”
“Five kisses.”
“Ugh, fine. I’ll stop intimidating deliverymen, happy?”
Soonyoung squeezes Jihoon’s hand, “Yep. Now let’s go eat this pizza, I’m starving.”
“Hey, Jihoonie?”
“What?”
“Have you seen my Doraemon boxers?”
“I’m wearing them. Why?”
“Just checking. I thought I left them in the wash.”
“What are you feeling for dinner?” Jihoon asks, thumbing through the contents of their fridge. “We still have that takeout when we ate out the last time.”
Soonyoung wrinkles his nose, “Isn’t that from two days ago?”
“I think?” Jihoon takes out the box and shrugs, “It’s Japanese though.”
“Let’s just go with that since we haven’t gone to the mart for a while.”
The both of them putter around their kitchen; Jihoon reheating their food and Soonyoung grabbing their cups and plates to set it up in the living room. The smell of two-day-old karaage, gyoza and miso soup permeates their apartment and Soonyoung helps Jihoon carry everything back to their small coffee table.
“What are we watching tonight?” Soonyoung switches on their tv. Jihoon scalds his tongue on the soup before answering.
“I want to marathon Boku no Hero Academia.”
“But Shokugeki no Soma just updated!”
Jihoon wags his spoon at him, “We can’t watch a food anime when we’re eating this cheap meal. We’ll just feel bad about ourselves.”
Soonyoung deflates. “I guess you’re right.”
“Don’t be sad,” Jihoon pats Soonyoung’s head. “We can skip to season 2 if you want. I know you like that arc more.”
They cuddle on the couch while they watch Midoriya attain more and more injuries as the episode progresses. Jihoon feeds Soonyoung pieces of his chicken while he steals more pieces of gyoza. Soonyoung has given up trying to defend his food and focuses on trying to make sure no food falls from their tangled up position on the couch.
In a span of two more episodes, they finally finished dinner and cleaning up and were now just lying down on the couch watching Midoriya battle Todoroki in the sports event.
Soonyoung’s learnt to appreciate nights like these, where Jihoon’s curled up in his arms and his boyfriend’s fingers dancing across his legs as if he’s still playing. They haven’t said a single thing after dinner other than the few random comments about the episode and Jihoon asking to turn up the sound.
There’s no need for them to fill the silence with conversation; after five years of being together, they’ve long since surpassed that. Before, if you say that Soonyoung would willingly clam his mouth shut in favour of watching something without breaking a pun, he would laugh in your face and point you to the nearest hospital.
But that was before he met and fell in love with Lee Jihoon.
“Do you want to sleep?” Soonyoung asks as he sees that Jihoon has been closing his eyes more often and longer as the night goes on.
Jihoon blinks up at Soonyoung, “No, we can still finish this if you want.”
Soonyoung shakes his head and turns of the TV. He helps Jihoon upright and together they stumble into the bathroom and brush their teeth. Jihoon wipes the toothpaste that Soonyoung always gets on his chin and he rewards him with a minty kiss.
They fall in bed and wrap themselves around each other once more. Its nights like these that Soonyoung loves, he decides as he gazes down at Jihoon in his arms. Moonlight is pouring from behind their curtains and hits Jihoon in a way that makes Soonyoung believe he’s falling in love all over again. He’s curled up against his best friend, because that's what Jihoon is before being his boyfriend, and him being able to shower him with love and affection whenever he can. His arm may grow numb during the night but Soonyoung wouldn't have it any other way.
He presses a kiss one Jihoon’s forehead, both his eyes before placing a final one on his lips. “I love you, Jihoonie,” he whispers.
And Jihoon opens his eyes, like how he does every night when Soonyoung does this, and replies, “I love you more.”
Soonyoung laughs, the joke not getting old. “More? I thought we agreed that our love was equal.”
Jihoon shushes Soonyoung with another kiss, “I’m a nicer person therefore, I have more love to give.”
He brings Jihoon closer to him and tucks Jihoon’s head to his chest. “Alright, I concede.” Soonyoung can feel Jihoon smile as he gently runs his fingers through the rain of his hair.
