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Changbin is met with silence when he twists the key to unlock the door to the apartment. There’s the signature scents of butter and chocolate in the air, which means that Felix had been baking, probably the next batch for his online shop sale which was due later in the week.
He takes a deep breath, the smell of home filling his lungs. The house was silent, though, which meant that Felix was home, but there could only be one of two likely places that he could be in at this moment.
Changbin smiles to himself, before keeping his shoes neatly back in the cabinet, tossing aside his backpack before heading down the corridor to the last door at the end. He is careful to open the door - it’s a bit creaky, and Felix had been reminding him a few times to have the hinges looked at, but Changbin had forgotten, time after time. Yet Felix would continue to remind him affectionately, nonetheless.
The moving lump on the bed elicits a soft smile from Changbin, who gently sits on the bed, careful not to jostle a slumbering Felix. He knew that Felix had been working hard, on top of managing the cafe with Seungmin, he was running his online baking business as well.
Changbin leans down to gently press his lips to the side of Felix’s face, before joining him and covering himself with the sheets, losing himself to fatigue.
When Changbin next wakes, there is the faint sound of music playing over their home’s sound system. He squints, rubbing at his eyes before stretching and willing himself to get out of bed. The rays of the early evening sun are streaming in, which also means that Felix must be preparing their dinner already.
Changbin does some light exercise as he makes his way to find his boyfriend laboring in the kitchen. He snorts when he sees Felix clearly without a shirt, only wearing sweats - not even his own, but stolen from Changbin. Like so many of his clothes now. Changbin thinks his own closet is fast emptying at the rate Felix is hoarding his clothes.
Felix jolts a little when he feels a pair of toned arms snaking around his waist. “Hey, you,” Changbin hums into the bare skin of Felix’s neck, delighting in how Felix shudders beneath his touch, how he always reacts so beautifully every single time.
“Smells good,” Changbin hums as he lightly sways the two of them on their feet.
“Are you talking about the chicken, or me?” Felix jests, and he can feel Changbin’s hearty laughter vibrate on his skin.
“Guess,” Changbin replies cheekily, and Felix swats lightly at him with the wooden spoon he was holding.
Changbin hums along to the song playing on the system, a soft indie number, the singer crooning away about devoted love - while Felix finishes up the first part of prepping the dish, covering the pot of seasoned chicken with the lid.
Just as Felix is done washing his hands, he lets out a yelp when Changbin, without warning, lifts him up easily in his arms and rests him on an empty spot of the kitchen counter. Felix laughs, but it doesn’t take long for him to be quieted when Changbin’s lips meet him in a tender, long kiss.
Their movements are unhurried, and Felix moves his hands to curl his fingers into Changbin’s hair, soft to the touch. It’s as though every time Felix touches Changbin, it’s the first time he’s learning every inch of Changbin’s features, from how his cheekbones feel, to how his hair feels after it’s been washed and dried.
They continue kissing, Changbin’s hands wandering lower and lower, teasing at the spot near Felix’s hip, when Felix suddenly pulls away.
“Babe?” Changbin sounds as if he’s been shaken awake from a vivid dream.
“The chicken,” Felix turns urgently in Changbin’s hold, and Changbin cannot help but laugh as Felix doesn’t even try to part from Changbin's arms, instead ordering his boyfriend around on how he should adjust the knobs on their stove and shift the pot cover away slightly.
I’m so happy, Changbin thinks blissfully after their dinner is rescued and he pulls Felix flush against him.
All he needs is this, and him.