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The heat of the sun spread out across Taehyun’s naked back was the first thing that woke him up. He shifted, slightly uncomfortable and a little overheated, peeling his eyes open. His arm was bent at an awkward angle, with his cheek squished into his own bicep. He yawned, blinking the sleep out of his eyes as best as he could as he took in the familiar sights around him.
The sound of the shower turning off in their bathroom adjacent to the bedroom door gave Taehyun an idea of where his boyfriend was. He smiled, tucking his head into his pillow and letting his eyes roam over the floor of their space.
Their tiny little bedroom was still cluttered from the move-in; unhampered boxes laid haphazardly on the hardwood, labeled with permanent marker. Taehyun was slightly ashamed to admit the move was taking a bit longer than he had attended. They should’ve been completely unpacked in the bedroom by that point, but Beomgyu had proven time and time again that he was very distracting. Taehyun had unfortunately succumbed to his distractions the night before.
But, hey, when else were they going to break in the new bed?
Taehyun stretched his legs, feeling his foot dangle over the side of the bed. A paw swiped at it, alerting the man where his cat was. He chuckled, sitting up in the bed and peering over the bed to lock eyes with the small auburn feline. Hobak gazed up at him, meowing in hello. Taehyun cooed, reaching his hands down and scooping his son into his arms. Hobak curled into his chest, leaning into the head pats he was given in response.
The bedroom door opened then, revealing Beomgyu, who was toweling his wet hair, clad in a pair of gym shorts and a baggy t-shirt. His face broke into a grin as he laid eyes on his boyfriend, comforter covering his lower half, cuddling their cat to his chest. “Good morning,” he hummed, “sleep well?”
Taehyun nodded, trying to hide his smile. Only Beomgyu would cause his heart to stutter in his chest just by existing . It was as annoying as it was wonderful. Beomgyu moved forward then, trying to reach Taehyun with a crawl over the sheets. He pressed his lips to Taehyun’s as soon as he reached him, scrunching his nose up as they pulled away.
“Go brush your teeth, you animal.” He mumbled, running a gentle finger down the slope of Taehyun’s nose. The younger snorted, letting Hobak jump out of his arms and off the bed to leave the cluttered room. “See? Even Hobakie can’t stand your morning breath.”
Taehyun hit him in the shoulder in response, smiling despite his annoyance. “You’re done in the bathroom, then?” He asked, pointing toward the open door. Beomgyu nodded, running the hand that was tapping his nose down to his waist, squeezing the skin above his hip bone. Taehyun smacked his hand away, playfully glaring as Beomgyu snickered, rolling off the bed.
Taehyun whined, stretching his hands out, trying to grab at his boyfriend. “Wait, no, come back.” The words fell from his lips in a mumble, like he found it embarrassing to say halfway through.
A scoff. “Oh, so now you want me to touch you?” Beomgyu teased, moving toward the bedroom door. “I’ll be in the kitchen.” He hummed, his voice traveling down the hallway and descending the stairs. Taehyun huffed, flinging himself back onto the bed and breathing in the comfort of his safe place once more before he forced himself up to get ready for the day.
After a quick shower and a date with his toothbrush and toothpaste, he got dressed in his comfortable clothes—a pair of overworn sweatpants that were entirely too big on him, and one of Beomgyu’s old hoodies. It was weirdly cold in their new home; at least he knew the A/C worked.
Before he left the bathroom, Taehyun leaned down over the sink to splash some water in his face briefly. He wiped his wet cheeks with a towel, gazing at himself in the sink. A lot of stress was still hanging over his head, with the move-in, work related projects, and anything else he hadn’t realized he needed to get done, rotting away in his emails. He ran his hands down the side of his face, sighing heavily. If he could stay in bed all day curled up with Hobak in his arms and Beomgyu’s faced tucked into his neck, he would. Adulthood was taking a toll on him, like it always did.
The sound of a kitchen cabinet shutting broke Taehyun out of his mini pity party and he exited the bathroom, making his descent down the stairs. A yawn overtook his features as he made it to the point on the stairs in which you could peer into the kitchen. Beomgyu was standing with his back to Taehyun, one foot dangling up behind him in a dainty manner. Taehyun suppressed his giggle, but because of his yawn, he ended up making a sound. Beomgyu whirled around, locking eyes with his boyfriend.
“There you are,” he greeted, grabbing the plates he was arranging behind him, “ready for our first official breakfast in our new home?” He asked, watching as Taehyun trudged sleepily toward him. He extended a paper plate out toward the younger (since they hadn’t unpacked their dinnerware yet), a toasted bagel with cream cheese and scrambled eggs sitting on top of it. Taehyun smiled lightly, nodding with a gentle thanks between his lips and taking the plate from him.
They sat across from each other at the (honestly) shitty breakfast nook their house had come with, paper plates placed gently on the table top. Taehyun’s right leg was tucked under left as he curled into himself, chewing on a bite of bagel. Across from him, Beomgyu tapped on his phone briefly before shutting it off and placing it face down on the table. He looked at Taehyun, shoveling a forkful of egg into his mouth.
“Sorry, work email. What’s the plan for today?” He asked, knowing Taehyun had already laid out his itinerary for the rest of the afternoon. He was meticulous, and he didn’t like going to bed with chores unfinished, that’s all.
Taehyun swallowed a bite of bagel. “I have to pick up some things later for the party tonight. Then, we’re cooking for everyone.” He stated simply, watching Beomgyu take a bite of his own bagel. The older man nodded as Taehyun leaned forward, using his finger to wipe the cream cheese that had been left on the corner of his mouth. Beomgyu smiled.
“Thank you,” he hummed, “I would’ve preferred you to kiss it off me, though.”
Taehyun rolled his eyes, leaning back in his seat with a giggle on the tip of his tongue. “I’m not licking cream cheese off of your face, you weirdo.” Beomgyu pouted, but said nothing as he finished off his breakfast.
Taehyun stood up after a minute, taking both of their empty paper plates to throw in the trash. “I was thinking we could make kimchijeon and you can make samgyeopsal on the mini grill we got from that one store. Then I can try to make all the non-Korean dishes we had in mind too.” He placed the forks in the sink, grabbing the dish soap in order to clean them. He didn’t hear Beomgyu respond, but arms sliding around his waist was indication enough that he had heard him.
“Okay,” Beomgyu mumbled, tucking his head into Taehyun’s shoulder. “I’ll do whatever you want me to do.” Taehyun scoffed, scrubbing at one of the forks with a sponge.
“Are you just saying that so you can get into my pants later or are you actually going to be helpful and do what I ask?” He teased, feeling Beomgyu lift his head up and press a kiss to the side of his jaw.
“Mm, I’m going to be helpful but if it somehow ends in me and you in bed, then I wouldn’t complain.” He whispered in Taehyun’s ear, giving the younger one a full body shiver. In response, he playfully shoved Beomgyu off him.
“Go finish looking at your work emails, or whatever else you need to do.” He huffed, laying the forks on the drying rack and rinsing off his hands. Beomgyu just laughed at the redness staining Taehyun’s ears, making his way back to the breakfast nook.
Beomgyu watched Taehyun grab his wallet and stuff the small handwritten grocery list inside, before hastily slipping his feet into the shoes by the doorway. He smiled, reaching his hand out to grab Taehyun's gently.
“Hey,” he got his boyfriend's attention, “I finished my work for the day. Can I come with you?” He asked, watching as the emotion in Taehyun’s eyes went from focused to confused to gentle. He let out a small breath, one shoe on and the other halfway off, nodding. It was moments like these, when Taehyun took a deep breath and saw Beomgyu, soft features spreading the very definition of comfort through his chest. If everything else in his life was fast-paced, frantic, and all over the place, then Beomgyu was the slow-moving constant—a reminder that he’d always have him to lean against and just breathe.
“Of course you can.” Taehyun replied, stepping close to Beomgyu and placing a soft hand on his cheek. “You really don’t even have to ask,” Beomgyu leaned into his touch, pressing forward to leave the gentlest of kisses on his forehead as Taehyun continued, “I always want you with me.”