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Jihoon puts his bicycle in front of the door and quickly gets inside, shivering a little. He had thought it would be a good day to go grocery shopping on a bicycle, but it had suddenly started raining out of nowhere. His clothes, all wet now, stick to his body, and he suppresses an uncomfortable shiver.
They started this last month.
He had been working on a project on his bed when Mingyu whined about how Jihoon barely gets fresh air and that it is crucial to get some exercise done outside of the gym. But he’s still getting enough oxygen by exercising, he had argued.
“It’s not fresh, hyung! You need outside.”
Jihoon had only absent-mindedly hummed at that and continued working. Mingyu had whined again and pouted his infamous pout. Call him weak, but he had to give in, then.
And so they had made a schedule. On the weekends, Jihoon will not order groceries online but actually go and get them–on a bicycle–and no, it should only be from the same supermarket they always get them from. At first, he hadn’t liked going out to get stuff and had finally gotten why some people love to compare him to a cat, but he abided by their rules and soon enough found himself actually liking the feeling of being out in the fresh air.
Now though, he regrets going out. “Oh, hyung!”, Mingyu rushes to his side as soon as he enters the apartment, holding his face in his hands. His hands are warm, as always, and Jihoon sighs at the feeling.
Mingyu rushes back to get a dry towel and puts it on Jihoon’s head. He scrunches his nose and grunts, annoyed at being wet.
“Is my grumpy cat grumpier now?”, Mingyu coos. “It’s okay. I’ll make you your favorite soup. Don’t get sick~.”
Jihoon takes a hot shower and flops on the sofa, wrapping the throw blanket around him, and just in time, Mingyu enters with two warm bowls of soup in his hand. He puts it on the coffee table and sits on the carpet.
This is another one of their habits. They always sit on the carpet during meals and even otherwise. It’s just comforting, Mingyu always says.
Jihoon shifts to the carpet with the blanket, and they sit there enjoying the meal. The soup is delicious. Every Mingyu meal is.
When the soup is finished, Jihoon rubs his tummy and sighs. Mingyu doesn’t let him keep the dishes in the sink or wash them. You take a break, he laughs.
“I heard we have this dance event at the university. Are you not gonna participate?”, Mingyu says when he’s done, and Jihoon, who was on his phone on the sofa, gets up as they make their way to the bedroom.
“Why would I dance?”
“What? You don’t remember Woozi?”, Mingyu teases, referring to some old videos from middle school when he was in a dance club.
“Shut up,” he says, kicking Mingyu in the butt, who giggles.
When Mingyu’s back from the shower and changing, he continues. “But, seriously, hyung, you should participate. Your videos are amazing even if you find them a bit embarrassing.”
“Okay, then, I’m not doing it alone. You be my partner.”, Jihoon says from the bed.
“I’ll make a sexy partner, you know.”, Mingyu replies, striking some poses. Jihoon bursts out laughing and throws a pillow at him.
Mingyu gets into the duvet, and his arms are immediately around Jihoon. He’s always so warm. Jihoon turns his face towards Mingyu, pecks his lips, and quickly turns away.
“Hey, hey, hey, what was that?”, Mingyu says, trying to turn him back. “Atleast give me a proper one!”
“Sleep well, Mingoo”
Mingyu resorts to tickling, and in his giggling fit, he turns around. Mingyu takes his cheek in his hand and kisses him properly then. After a moment, he pulls back and touches Jihoon’s ear. “It’s red,” he smiles and gives it a little kiss.
Jihoon hastily turns back again, embarrassed, and his arms are around him again. He sleeps well.