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It was one evening when Hyunjin went live while doing his painting when he arrived home and saw that Minho was already fast asleep on his own bed, face buried on his pillows.
Not like it's the first time Minho slept early but…it's just that Hyunjin knows that his hyung is working really hard lately. There is that rising feeling to his chest whenever he sees Minho late in the evening working out when he goes out to drink water, and when their eyes meet, Hyunjin would just only give a silent smile to him, to tell something along the lines of fighting, hyung!, in which Hyunjin hopes that Minho could see through his eyes.
That one particular night, Hyunjin decided to do something even if it's the smallest thing Minho wouldn't even probably notice. In fact, it's better that way. He just wants to comfort Minho, is all.
Hyunjin looks around for a bit and places his art materials to where they belong, quietly marching towards Minho's bed and as carefully as possible, he sits just right next to the sleeping Minho who surely looks adorning and peaceful in that state.
Staring at the older for a few minutes, Hyunjin finds himself putting a hand up to brush the stray hair away from Minho's forehead to properly have a look on his face.
Minho's lips were slightly parted, and Hyunjin just sure knows there's little huffs of breath coming out from it. His fingers then start to trace against the curve of Minho's eyebrows, down to his sloping nose until the tips of his fingers are seated on the softness of Minho's lips.
He couldn't help the sharp take of breath while fondly watching Minho, eyes moving all over in place as he observes the older a little more. With lips forming a thin line, Hyunjin rests the pad of his palm on Minho's face, his thumb smoothing over the apple of his cheek.
When Minho's face scrunches to a frown, Hyunjin quickly takes his hand back to himself, afraid to wake Minho in his sleep. He doesn't want to disturb him because Minho is surely tired, so instead, Hyunjin leans down for a bit and plants a kiss that barely lingered on Minho's forehead.
"Goodnight, hyung," Hyunjin whispers and after satiating himself a little more by etching the image of a sleeping Minho in his head, he strides away to do whatever that is left for him to do for that night.
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The next morning, and surprisingly it did happen, Hyunjin wakes up before Minho does. He takes a moment to check the older on his bed, and now he's all but a cute mess on top of the disheveled bed with his hair tousled into a halo on top of his head.
Hyunjin chuckles to himself as he fixes Minho a little bit by pulling his shirt down that has riled up, probably from all the moving and turning while sleeping.
With a gentle pat and of course, a chaste kiss on Minho's forehead (Why is he doing that? He doesn't know, all he is knowledgeable about is that it's irresistible), Hyunjin goes out of their room, the silence of the morning air welcoming him.
Everyone is still asleep so it'll be easy to move around the kitchen. Personally, cooking isn't something Hyunjin is nearly good at. Well, he can cook but not as good as Minho, so he has this tiny little bit of doubt that Minho will like whatever he is about to prepare. It's a bit of a challenge but maybe at some point he just wants to be the one to cook for Minho. For once, only for once.
The process went smoothly as now Hyunjin is placing a steaming pan of kimchi fried rice on top of the table. He's not a pro chef himself but to make it look a little more appetizing, he sets slices of Spam and egg rolls on top of it, putting a saucer filled with stir fried vegetables along with it. A satisfied smile finds its way on Hyunjin's lips as he successfully prepared a meal without Minho walking in on him.
There's a bubbling hope in Hyunjin's chest - a silent whisper that hopes for Minho to like the food - while he waits for Minho to wake up. And not long after, Minho comes inside the kitchen while rubbing his eyes, almost tripping somewhere that made Hyunjin giggle to himself quietly. Minho didn't see him yet, only when he finished drinking a glass of water that he finally took in his surroundings.
"You're awake?" Minho asks, giving a quick look at Hyunjin before his eyes land on the pan sitting on the table.
"No, hyung. I'm sleeping," Hyunjin replies, the corner of his mouth rising when Minho squints his eyes at him.
"What's that?" Minho finally asks while pointing at the table, specifically to the food Hyunjin cooked.
"Food," Hyunjin answers him simply and gets up from his seat to grab spoons and chopsticks. "I was hungry when I woke up, and I cooked a bit too much. Great timing that you woke up when I was just about to eat so I can share it with you," He says, settling back to his previous spot.
A lie. Hyunjin knows he intended it that way so he can share it with Minho because eating with him is just different in some way than eating all by himself. Like, you know your belly gets full and warm whenever you eat, but when you are with someone, you oddly feel fuller and warmer than ever.
Minho gives Hyunjin a wary look as though he is reading through the younger when he tentatively takes the spoon and chopsticks that Hyunjin is offering him. Still, Minho finds himself sitting at the kitchen table opposite to Hyunjin.
As though encouraging him, Hyunjin gives Minho a slight nod because Hyunjin wants Minho to be the one to take the "first bite." Albeit hesitating, Minho scoops a generous amount of rice to his spoon and Hyunjin tops it with a slice of egg roll, looking up at Minho with a smile.
Delight swiftly finds its way to Hyunjin's chest when Minho finally starts eating, and even if he's not entirely showing any reaction, Hyunjin takes it that the other did like his cooking when Minho comes for another bite after the other.
"Eat, Hyunjin-ah," Minho simply mutters when he notices that Hyunjin isn't taking a bite and is only watching him eat.
Only giving him a nod, Hyunjin gestures to him to eat more while having this silly smile on his face. Frowning, Minho takes a spoonful of rice and settles it near Hyunjin's lips.
"Come on," Minho says, and who is Hyunjin to decline it? He leans close and there's a lovestruck smile playing across his lips while he chews on the food the moment he pulls away.
Would it be a bad thing to admit that there's a voice scratching at the back of his head wishing for Minho to feed him?
"You look stupid," Minho comments then looks away.
Hyunjin only replies with a chuckle as he nods, finally taking his own spoon to start eating by himself. Oh yes, maybe he is indeed stupid.
With a nice meal in the morning and Minho sitting right across from him, eating the food he cooked himself, Hyunjin feels that floating warmth in his chest. The food did eventually warm his belly, but to see Minho enjoying it, it wrapped a different kind of warmth to his chest.
Hyunjin finds himself fuller and warmer that day, and he wishes that Minho does too.