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Jeongguk licks his lips, puts his phone in his pocket and sits up. Taehyung is on a zoom call for some sort of business meeting at the dining table, and from here he can see the pajama pants Taehyung couldn’t bother changing. Honestly, he wholeheartedly understands; working on a weekend is never fun.
Taehyung’s droopy eyes are just begging for something to liven him up, so Jeongguk goes to the kitchen and gets the magnetic whiteboard and marker from the side of the fridge. He sits across from Taehyung at the dining table and writes: Is your camera on?
Taehyung looks at it and gives a small nod, trying not to make it obvious that he’s paying attention elsewhere.
Jeongguk huffs a small laugh and puts the whiteboard down in front of himself. The voice droning on about revenue and capital and whatever else is so dry and monotonous that he knows he’d be asleep by now if he were sitting in Taehyung’s place. He overdoes puckering his lips and wiggling his eyebrows at the same time, and even though his mate slowly shakes his head, knowing what he’s about to do, Jeongguk begins.
He raises his eyebrows tremendously and purses his lips tightly. Taehyung quickly looks away, back at the laptop where they’re switching presenters now, and Jeongguk huffs in amusement, relaxing his features.
When Taehyung looks up a couple seconds later, leaning his cheek on his closed fist, Jeongguk scrunches his face and looks downward. After a couple seconds, he makes his face go back to normal and finds Taehyung raising an eyebrow, unimpressed, which, to be fair, makes sense. He’s seen Jeongguk look a lot uglier than now. Still, he pouts, and Taehyung looks back down, lifting the hand in his lap to jot something down on the notepad in front of him.
Then he looks at the screen, flicking his pen back and forth quickly, jots another thing down, and then looks back up. Jeongguk brings his hands up and puts a finger in each corner of his mouth, drags them down as far as he can, and then furrows his brows, looking straight at Taehyung, whose mouth twitches.
Jeongguk opens the whiteboard marker and writes: I got a reaction I win LOL
Taehyung raises an eyebrow again, and he can hear the Really?
Jeongguk snickers and cleans the whiteboard, then goes to the kitchen to hang it up again. Then, he opens the fridge and gets leftovers from yesterday to reheat. He writes on the whiteboard: Hungry? And takes it off and goes to his spot again to show Taehyung.
He nods, and even though Jeongguk knows they’re not allowed to eat during meetings to “maintain professionalism” or whatever, he puts the entire container into the microwave and puts two plates on the counter.
Maybe he should also eat in front of Taehyung. That might get him to start kicking him under the table or something, but he’s so bored that he doesn’t care. It’s not like he has anything better to do anyway.
When the microwave finishes, he splits the food onto the two plates evenly, puts a pair of chopsticks onto the edge of both plates, and takes one to set it down at the table opposite to Taehyung and starts eating.
He feels a foot on top of his own and smiles into his bite, looking at Taehyung who’s looking right back at him. Jeongguk wiggles his eyebrows, grin becoming wider, and takes another big bite.
Taehyung frowns cutely, eyebrows furrowing. Jeongguk, being the little shit he is, gently moans while chewing, closing his eyes, still grinning. Taehyung kicks at his leg, and Jeongguk huffs, pouting, pretending to be hurt as he puts a hand against his heart. Taehyung rolls his eyes.
“Excuse me, Taehyung-ssi, is there something wrong?” a woman asks, interrupting the presenter.
Taehyung startles, hand dropping onto the table. “No, nothing’s wrong. My mate was being annoying. I apologize.”
“Then I suggest you move to a different room. This meeting is important.”
Taehyung shakes his head. “He’ll be quiet.”
“Alright, then. Mr Go, please continue.”
“Thank you, Ma’am. As I was saying . . .”
Jeongguk looks at Taehyung innocently, lowering his head and widening his eyes. His mate narrows his eyes, then focuses on the screen again. This time, no matter how long Jeongguk stares at Taehyung or how many times he knocks his foot into his mate’s, he doesn’t look up. He does knock his foot back, though, so he’s not entirely ignoring Jeongguk.
When Jeongguk finishes his meal, he goes back to the kitchen to put his plate in the sink. He touches Taehyung’s plate and finds that it’s cold. He doesn’t know why he heated it up when Taehyung can’t eat, but he guesses this is what comes with old age. God, is he glad he doesn’t work a corporate job where small mistakes can have huge impacts. He leaves the plate on the counter as it is.
He gets his tablet from the cabinet and sits back at the dining table. He should review Hiragana and whatever Katakana he knows until either the meeting finishes or they get a break. Playing footsie, he practices writing the characters with the draw function in the notes app.
Taehyung’s meeting finishes sooner than Jeongguk thought it would. While Taehyung’s stretching in place, Jeongguk gets up to reheat his meal, laughing at the exaggerated groan Taehyung makes when his bone pops. When he brings the plate to the table, Taehyung pushes the laptop away, undoes the top button of his shirt and digs in happily.
Jeongguk goes to lie back down on the couch with his tablet, practising some more. Soon after, Taehyung comes to sit in his lap, wrapping Jeongguk’s arms around himself. He puts the tablet away onto the coffee table. His slender form is easy to hug and Jeongguk leans back and even slides a hand under his shirt, rubbing his chubby stomach side to side, under the belly button. He’s warm to the touch.
“Had fun?” Jeongguk teases.
“Ughhhhhh.”
He giggles, chest shaking Taehyung with him.
“I know, I know.” He kisses the shell of his ear and then his temple, the only places he can reach without rearranging themselves. He smells sweeter now that he’s relaxed. “Working on weekends suck.”
“Absolutely.”
“Sorry for interrupting. I didn’t mean to get you called out for that.”
“It’s okay. She usually doesn’t care if we’re not paying attention anyway, but she thought I was rolling my eyes at whatever the presenter was saying and disrespect is a big no-no in her book. She emailed me, like, right after the meeting ended and we cleared everything up.”
“Mm, okay. That’s food, then.”
“ Food? ” Taehyung chuffs.
“I mean— I meant— I meant good . I meant that’s good. That’s good, then .” Taehyung knows what he meant to say; he stopped blinking at these kinds of slip ups after the first six months of knowing each other. He’s just being a little shit by pointing it out, just like Jeongguk was being a little shit by distracting him with the funny faces.
Taehyung giggles. “Okay.”
“Mm.”
“Okay.”
“Mhm.”
“Okay.”
“Yeah,” Jeongguk giggles.
“Okay.” The smile is clear in his voice.
“Uhuh.”
“Okay.”
“Okay, shut up already.”
Taehyung laughs and relaxes into his arms even further.