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Baekhyun hated life.
Okay, he didn’t really hate life. But waking up at seven in the morning was enough to convince him he did. Groaning at the alarm that jolted him out of his dream, he rolled out of Kyungsoo’s arms only to turn off the alarm and roll back in. Kyungsoo stirred with a small breath and tightened his arms. After a second he said, “Was that your alarm?”
“Yeah.” Baekhyun closed his eyes again, snuggling in. “Go back to sleep.”
Another second passed. “... Doesn’t that mean you should be getting up?”
“Shut up. Never say that to me again.”
“Baekhyun, get up.”
“Nooo...” Baekhyun buried himself in Kyungsoo’s chest with hoarse protest and gripped his shirt. When he felt him shift he sobbed. “Please don’t. Please? I’m begging.”
“Come on, Baekhyunnie.” Kyungsoo was being gentle in an effort to persuade him to wake up. He drew away despite Baekhyun’s protests and sat up, stretching a little. “Aren’t you hungry?” he asked enticingly. “I’ll cook.”
“I am hungry for your presence in bed while I go back to sleep and pretend my alarm never happened.”
Kyungsoo laughed. Baekhyun wasn’t trying to be funny. “I’m going to go cook.”
“I hate you. You’re not my boyfriend anymore. I never want to see you again.” With each word he curled even more into the sheets, his words dissolving into a muffled complaint.
As if he didn’t understand the severity of Baekhyun’s threat Kyungsoo huffed out a laugh and kissed his hair before getting up. “What a grumpy guy.”
“Fuck you.”
“Alright, whatever you say.” Kyungsoo’s response was unflinching. He didn’t seem fazed by Baekhyun’s clear resentment. Too early. It was too early. Baekhyun hated everyone and everything, especially his boyfriend who had the audacity to leave him alone in bed.
“It’s not even your alarm,” Baekhyun whined to an empty room. Fuck Kyungsoo and his need to be a responsible adult all the time. Baekhyun hated him.
Still, the resentment he felt faded with each passing minute as he heard the sounds of Kyungsoo cooking down the hall. A bit more awake now and with the smell wafting through the door, Baekhyun felt less upset and more hungry, dragging himself out of bed and to the kitchen.
Kyungsoo turned his head at his appearance. Baekhyun was pretty sure he looked like a troll, squinting against wakefulness with his hair a mess, and Kyungsoo looked like he was trying to hide a smile. He failed. “Good morning.”
“No. I still hate you.” But it was more of a pout this time. Baekhyun shuffled to the counter and climbed onto the stool, watching him cook. He was making rolled omelettes with scallions and other vegetables, expertly forming the roll before sliding the egg onto a plate. When he pushed the platter across the counter to Baekhyun he smiled at his begrudging acceptance, going to the refrigerator to pour him a glass of orange juice.
“Feeling better now?” Kyungsoo asked as he returned to the pan to cook his own breakfast. Baekhyun hummed noncommittally, but that was more his stubbornness than anything else. “I’m sorry I didn’t stay in bed with you,” Kyungsoo said placatingly. “Forgive me?”
“... Fine.”
“Thank you. Does that mean we’re boyfriends again?”
“I guess.”
Kyungsoo laughed. “You’re so angry.”
“I hate you.”
“Really? But I think you love me though.”
“I hate you.”
Kyungsoo turned off the stove. Baekhyun didn’t realize what he was doing until he was behind him, wrapping his arms around his body and propping his chin on his shoulder. “Don’t hate me, Baekhyunnie. I had to get out of bed or you would miss work. I wanted to stay with you too but I love you and I knew you would go anyway so you might as well eat before you do.” Kyungsoo kissed his cheek. “Baekhyunnie. Baby. Sweetie.”
“Why are you being cute now?” Baekhyun whined, although he was caving. “Let me be mad in peace.”
“But I don’t like it when you’re mad.”
No— he was counter-attacking with his pouty voice. Baekhyun was weak to his pouty voice. “Kyungsoo...”
“Mhm?”
“I miss you.”
Kyungsoo huffed out a laugh. “You haven’t even left yet.”
“I don’t want to go. I already miss you.”
“I miss you too.” Hugging him tighter, Kyungsoo nuzzled his face into his shoulder. “When you get home let’s take a bath and cuddle, please?”
Baekhyun knew what he was doing. He was so sly, proposing something so enticing and twisting it to make it sound like he was the one who wanted it the most, when that was impossible since Baekhyun was the one who wanted it most.
Nevertheless, he’d lost. “Okay.”
“Okay?” Kyungsoo smiled when Baekhyun finally accepted his kiss without resistance, then pulled away to finish cooking his egg. “You can leave your plate here. Go get ready.”
At the reminder of work, Baekhyun whined again, but obediently went to change. When he was at the door, keys in hand, coat open on his shoulders, Kyungsoo came to send him off.
“You have your lunch?” Kyungsoo asked, zipping up his jacket. Tightening his scarf he added, “And your wallet? What about your phone?”
“I have them all. Thanks for breakfast, Kyungja.”
“You’re very welcome. I expect to be thoroughly pampered by your presence tonight as payment.”
“Deal.” Baekhyun pecked him on the lips and opened the door.
“Text me when you get to work,” Kyungsoo said. “Love you.”
And— Oh no. He missed him already. He wanted to sweep him up and take him with him, or go back to the bedroom and stay with him. Still, as he did every morning, he gathered his strength and stepped out the apartment. “Love you too.”
Kyungsoo laughed at his exaggerated sniffle and waved him away with a kiss.