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1.
They wake up around eight o'clock.
Their biological clocks wouldn’’t let them sleep in. One usually gets up early to practice, and the other still has the habit of going to the market early to stock up on goods. Not pass eight o'clock will their bodies naturally wake up. Kang glances at his phone, stuffs it back under the pillow without a word, and sinks back into bed. Moo rustles beside him and asks what time it is, but Kang only mumbles a few words in response.
They lie there for a few more minutes, with the morning light lingering at the foot of the bed. As Moo's warm hands slip under his pajamas, Kang gradually comes to full consciousness.
In a hoarse voice, unable to sound irritated, he says, "Moo."
Moo, whose face is still buried in the pillow, mumbles something dismissive and rests his warm hand on Kang's abdomen, refusing to move.
Then Moo raises his head. Their lips touch lightly after they exchange a glance. Moo's eyes curve into crescents like a cat successfully received treats. Kang turns over, shifting his upper body over just enough to lean into Moo’s breath. He’s easily drawn into a series of lazy and gentle kisses.
When Moo's stomach suddenly growls in protest, Kang pulls back, holding back a laugh as he says he’ll get something to eat.
"Stay a bit more, please."
Moo grabs his hand, trying to keep him on the bed. His manager finally arranged a break for him, and it would be a waste spend time eating. He wants to savor every moment with P’Kang.
"If you don’t eat well, your manager will scold me."
Moo flops back onto the bed, groaning, with half his face buried in the blanket. Just before Kang leaves the bedroom, Moo calls out in a long, drawn-out tone, "P'Kang──" and when Kang turns his head, Moo quickly waves for him to come back over.
Moo points to his cheek.
"P'Kang, you haven’t given me this."
"If I kiss Khun Moo, will you get up on your own?"
As Kang reaches out to fiddle with Moo's hair, Moo stretches out his arms and wraps them around Kang’s waist, successfully trapping him beside the bed.
"Moo, breakfast won’t appear by itself. Or should I order takeout?"
"There’s leftover pizza next to the TV. Can’t we just eat that?"
Kang twists his upper body to look at the TV stand. Sure enough, there’s a white cardboard box he hadn’t noticed before.
"...Moo, why is there leftover pizza in your room?"
Kang raises his eyebrows and turns back to face Moo who gives him a sheepish smile.
"Tae and Yos──”
Kang merely stares at him, waiting.
Moo wrinkles his nose.
"Don't tell my manager I ate carbs, it was a one time thing I swear."
Kang only sighs, knowing there’s no point in arguing since he’ll give in to Moo anyway. He bends down and kisses Moo’s cheeks on both sides, then gently cups his face and gives his pursed lips a quick peck.
"This should be enough. Now get up."
Moo nods, smiling contentedly, then places his hand on the back of Kang's neck and drags him down for another kiss.
"I love you so much, P'Kang. I feel full just like this.”
At that moment, his stomach betrays him with another loud growl.
Moo stares at his belly in wide-eyed disbelief, covering it and shushing it as if that would help. Kang bursts out laughing, gives Moo a playful pat on the head, and then heads out of the room once more.
2.
When Kang wakes up, Moo is no longer beside him.
The sheets on the other side of the bed are a mess, evidence of Moo’s restless sleep. His younger boyfriend often tosses and turns after falling asleep, eventually turning around to cling to Kang like an octopus, or sometimes, Kang ends up holding him instead. It’s easier for Moo to fall into deep sleep that way.
Kang lies there, staring at the ceiling, his eyes still sore from sleep. Sunlight seeps into the room through the curtains, filling it with a soft glow. Those curtains were switched up after Moo's debut, to avoid any paparazzi or toxic fans, but they still allow some light to pass through, keeping the gloom and darkness from taking over the room
Quietly, Kang closes his eyes and then slowly opens them again. He turns over and buries his face in Moo's pillow. Kang doesn’t live here yet, nor does he spend every night here. The scent of Moo still lingers in the bedroom, mixed with the traces of his shower gel, shampoo, and the faint notes of his cologne.
A deep breath, and exhale.
He hears music playing in the kitchen, with Moo humming along. When Moo can’t remember the words, he hums vaguely, but when the familiar chorus comes on, he belts out loud. The smell of bacon fills the air, and Kang finally notices the sound of a spatula scraping across a pan, blending with the melody of Moo’s singing. He wonders what else is on the breakfast menu besides bacon—maybe eggs or toast, both of which would go well.
Moo isn’t particularly skilled at cooking, but a Western breakfast shouldn’t be too challenging.
Wrapped in the familiar scents, sleepiness creeps comfortably back into Kang's eyelids.
--The song enters the chorus, and Moo tries to hit the high notes, but it is much out his vocal range, he ends up sounding as if he’s pinching his neck. Kang catches the scent of bacon likely burning. Nope, it’s definitely burnt. Pushing the blanket aside, he decides it’s time to get out of bed and save the kitchen.
Kang walks into the kitchen, leans up from behind, and rests his chin on Moo's shoulder.
Moo shudders, jumps up, and perfectly hits Kang’s jaw, causing Kang to hiss and step back, touching the spot where he was ambushed. Moo hurriedly turns around to check if he is alright, still holding the spatula, and waving it around nervously.
Kang rubs his still aching throat, a huff of laugh rolls out his throat as he turns off the stove.
"Did you ruin your breakfast because you were too busy singing?"
"I didn’t--"
Moo lowers his gaze to the bacon that Kang points to. The oil is still bubbling, but the bacon is burnt to a crisp.
Moo shuts his mouth, then opens it again to say, “Well, I was waiting for P’Kang to save me like a prince."
So, Prince Kang saves the kitchen, the breakfast, and Princess Moo early in the morning. Such happily ever after.