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Kyungsoo feels Baekhyun before he sees him.
He hugs him from behind as he’s busy clearing up the kitchen counter to start cooking, an apron on and glasses high on his nose. Baekhyun puts his arms around him and presses his cheek into his shoulder. “Are you cooking dinner?”
“Yeah,” Kyungsoo says, turning around with Baekhyun still attached to his back to get vegetables from the fridge. He’s used to this. It’s a bit cumbersome, but he makes do with practiced ease, navigating around with this koala clinging to him. To be fair, it is relaxing. Baekhyun’s weight on him easily makes him zone out as he cuts cucumbers, neatly placing the slices in the bowl.
Then Baekhyun bites him.
Jumping with an embarrassingly high-pitched squeak, Kyungsoo lets go of the knife and smacks him. “Baekhyun!”
“Yummy.” He’s completely unfazed by Kyungsoo’s outburst, lazily licking his lips with a self-satisfied smirk.
“No.” Kyungsoo pushes him away when he moves to nuzzle his neck. Baekhyun has returned to his cuddly self, but Kyungsoo’s been thoroughly removed from that mood. “Get off of me. I don’t trust you anymore.”
“I’m sorryyy. I won’t bite anymore, I promise.”
“Let go of me.”
“I want to hug you though. Am I not allowed to hug my beautiful Kyungja?”
This voice won’t work on him. Still, it doesn’t have to. Baekhyun is enough. Scowling, he relents. “Fine. But keep your mouth to yourself.”
“Mmm.” The hum is against his skin as Baekhyun rests his head on his shoulder again. Involuntarily, Kyungsoo shivers from the low vibration of it by his ear; the reaction only serves to further his distaste, knowing Baekhyun probably noted it with that sadistic pleasure of his. He tries his best to ignore Baekhyun by continuing his work. It’s not that hard to do. Out of all the steps of cooking, prepping the ingredients is his favorite part aside from presenting the finished product. It’s satisfying to have everything laid out neatly on the counter. Perfect, symmetric slices and bowls of organized ingredients. Once, he’d cooked at Minseok’s place and Minseok actually pointed it out (the fellow clean freak he is,) saying that the kitchen is the only place that Kyungsoo can beat him in terms of neatness. Even Kyungsoo thinks he goes overboard sometimes, but there’s no harm in indulging in this obsession. On the contrary, it makes his work much more efficient.
With all of his prepping, he manages to actually forget Baekhyun’s presence again. Of course, Baekhyun refuses to be forgotten. No sooner than he forgets does he feel another nip at his neck, this time less jarringly aggressive than it is tasting. Tsk.
“Baekhyun.”
“It’s not my fault.” Baekhyun gives a kitten lick to his neck and he shivers involuntarily before instinctively jerking his body in an effort to dislodge what is starting to feel like a cat attached to his back. But Baekhyun has a firm hold on him and doesn’t budge an inch. “You look so tasty, I can’t help it.”
“Are you a cat? Why are you like this?”
“I’m a cat,” Baekhyun says without missing a beat. “Your kitty.” Kyungsoo is about to speak when Baekhyun actually purrs, voice vibrating between them. “I’ll be good,” Baekhyun says against his neck. “So good for you.”
As much as he hates to admit it, Baekhyun is destroying every piece of the half-assed wall he’s been fighting to keep up. He doesn’t want to give in, but Baekhyun is so easy to give into. Still, two can play at this game, and Kyungsoo is feeling like pushing back. “My kitty?” he asks. Drawls. Baekhyun noticeably perks, attentive and anticipative at the sudden change of pace. Kyungsoo doesn’t use this voice for fun; he means business.
“Yours,” Baekhyun murmurs. “Your pretty kitty, all for you.”
“I don’t think I would raise such a naughty kitty.”
“I’m not naughty. I’m good.”
“I told you not to bite,” Kyungsoo says.
“But you like it when I do,” Baekhyun shoots back with a smirk.
“Who would like that?”
“It’s likeable.”
“Is it?” Kyungsoo turns suddenly and goes for his shoulder with his teeth, and Baekhyun instinctively dodges with a surprised yelp. Kyungsoo lifts an eyebrow. “I thought you said it’s likeable.”
“Well, you surprised me and—”
Baekhyun squeals when Kyungsoo comes in again. This time he manages to trap him at the counter, nipping at his skin relentlessly until Baekhyun is breathless with laughter, begging for mercy. He’s fallen back on the marble when Kyungsoo stops with his lips on his neck. For a moment they stay like that, the only sound them catching their breaths as Baekhyun holds onto the edge of the counter for support.
“Okay,” Baekhyun manages finally. He sounds out of breath. “It’s not that likeable.”
Kyungsoo touches his skin with the edges of his teeth and smiles smugly.
“Really? I kind of like it.”