Chapter Text
chapter 1: i want to be your morning, baby (i want you to be my night)
pairing: jihoon x seungcheol
genre: domestic!jicheol, fluff, more fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, oh yeah and fluff (and a tiny bit of smut i'm sorry this is my first time /cries the han river/)
prompt: jihoon wearing sweaters that are too big for him and jicheol backhugs and fluff
A/N: wow surprise surprise i'm in a fluff mood this is scary
Warm shades of sunlight wash over immaculate bedsheets as Seungcheol raises his eyes to the bedside clock. Eight o'clock. Tufts of pink hair draw his attention, and he smiles fondly at Jihoon, who's snugly tucked into his chest. He runs his fingers through the candy floss colored hair, now a tangled mess, and presses a tender kiss to the top of Jihoon's head. He hears a whimper escape his lips, and laughs quietly when he realizes Jihoon sounds like a puppy. Seungcheol can feel his cheeks flush just from thinking about teasing the younger about it over a mug of morning coffee, but his joy is short-lived when Jihoon starts shifting around, a sign of waking up. He squeezes his eyes shut naturally—Jihoon dislikes waking up to find Seungcheol staring at him because he gets flustered—and relaxes his arms around Jihoon's waist when he feels the latter rising from bed. The small peck on his cheek nearly gives his cover away, but he manages to obscure the happiness spreading across his lips until the door clicks shut.
He waits a good ten minutes or so after Jihoon has left before getting up and slumping towards the kitchen, the only place he's willing to go first thing in the morning. Seungcheol finds Jihoon nursing a cup of strong green tea, eyes hooded with leftover sleep. He senses Seungcheol's footsteps and moves his gaze from the countertop to his tired boyfriend's eyes, offering a sweater-covered hand raised halfway as a morning greeting. Jihoon hands over a mug filled with strong coffee, just as Seungcheol likes it, and he accepts it gratefully.
Moments of comfortable silence tick by, and Seungcheol shamelessly stares at Jihoon in the oversized hoodie that he had bought for him last week because he thought the latter looked nice in them. He doesn't regret that decision at all (although Jihoon doesn't wear his own anymore, just the one Seungcheol had bought for him. Seungcheol doesn't know if he should be disappointed or not.) because sleepy Jihoon with sweater paws and pouty lips on Sunday mornings are his favorite scenery.
"Seungcheollie-hyung," Jihoon says, blinking slowly to rid them of the heavy weight and moving to rest his cheeks in his hands. He sniffled slightly, nose crinkling in the most adorable way, and Seungcheol struggles to resist from kissing it right there and then.
"What is it, Hoonie?" Seungcheol reaches over to pat down a few stray strands of hair sticking up on the back of Jihoon's head, and the younger smiles up at him with a light comparable to sunshine.
"Can we go sleep some more?" Jihoon has his head tilted over to the side with the look of a begging puppy, and Seungcheol doesn't have the strength to say no, you have to finish that essay for your history class, it's due at noon.
"Of course we can." When Jihoon outstretches his arms towards Seungcheol, he snakes his arms around Jihoon's small frame and hoists him up bridal style, and cherishes the fact that Jihoon is full of aegyo and doesn't mind being treated like a princess on Sunday mornings. Seungcheol sets him down on the covers gently, letting Jihoon's tinkling giggles fill his ears as he shuffles around before pulling the covers over their heads.
Maybe sleeping wasn't exactly the first thing Jihoon had in mind, Seungcheol thinks when the younger boy straddles him and presses their lips together, fingers tickling the skin beneath the hem of his shirt. As they help each other out of their clothes, Seungcheol takes advantage of Jihoon's lack of balance and flips their positions, trailing butterfly kisses along the column of his neck and earning strained groans.
Seungcheol thinks Jihoon has always been the most beautiful like this, a glistening sheen of sweat covering his skin, bangs plastered to his forehead, panting for breath and moaning out his name like it's the only thing he knows in existence. He loves the way Jihoon is pliant to every touch, and he loves the way he comes silently with his pink lips parted and variations of Seungcheol's name.
Seungcheol reaches over to nightstand and grabs a fistful of tissues to clean themselves off. He knows Jihoon is especially sensitive after sex and is careful not to spur him on again because Seungcheol hasn't forgotten about that essay because he knows how important it is to Jihoon's grade. Jihoon curls closer, nuzzling his nose into the crook of Seungcheol's neck and sighing softly before pressing a kiss to his collarbone. Their legs are weaved together, arms wound tightly around each other, radiating a pleasant warmth and Seungcheol thinks Sunday mornings are what he lives for.