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The morning sunlight filtered softly through the pale curtains, casting golden streaks across the tangled sheets. Somewhere beneath the mess of warmth and cotton, two figures lay entwined—one still clinging to sleep, the other already blinking lazily into the new day.
Jungwon stirred first, instinctively tightening his arms around the boy nestled against his chest. His touch was gentle, protective, like it always was—steady hands on Sunoo’s waist, chin resting lightly on soft, tousled hair. Sunoo murmured something incoherent, shifting closer with a sleepy sigh, the corners of his lips twitching into the faintest smile.
Sunoo blinked, lifting his head to where his body was nuzzled to jungwon’s warmth, hands on his broad shoulders—lightly patting them.
As he looks up, the younger already had his eyes on him, like he’d been watching for a while now.
“Baby, goodmorning” Jungwon softly says, enough to be described as a whisper, but since they couldn’t be bothered to leave space in between them sunoo heard it clearly—jungwon’s husky, low morning voice.
“mmh, goodmorning” Sunoo says back, as he snuggles his head back onto jungwon’s chest, audibly still feeling sleepy.
The younger seems to let out a huff, reaching out for his thighs as he pulls the boy closer—as if there’s still space left between them, burrying his head on the soft locks of sunoo’s.
“My baby, still sleepy? Have to cook us breakfast,” Jungwon proceeds to say, palming the older’s thighs as he continuously presses kisses on the boy’s forehead.
Sunoo blinked and looked up to face his beloved, “baby, I want bacon and ramen,” said the later, pouting his plump lips, captivating the younger’s sights on it.
Jungwon thank heavens that he had a chance to wake up to this—to sunoo making pouty faces at him, him getting to decide what to eat for breakfast, him in his arms being cute early in the morning—ah, it’s heaven itself.
“God, stop. You’re making me hard”
Sunoo shoves his boyfriend lightly, throwing him a glare,
“how could you say that!” He continues pouting, “You’re so—ugh, way to ruin a soft moment!”
Jungwon laughs—actually laughs, bobbing his head against the bed frame,
“Y’have to stop being cute then,” bops sunoo’s nose,
“Maybe then, i’d stop teasing you—but my cock would still be hard.”
Sunoo then throws him yet another glare, which jungwon, honestly used to it, just smirked at his face because of the older’s cuteness. God, how could he even be this cute? Or is Jungwon just that down bad? Whatever. He doesn’t care.
“Whatever” rolled his eyes, “you don’t get your morning kisses because of that.” Sunoo stated, then tried turned his back on the younger—which made jungwon flinch, now’s his turn to pout.
Jungwon was quick to grab sunoo’s waist, preventing him to fully turn his back on the latter, manhandling him—Jungwon’s hands on sunoo’s waist, other on his wrist, then comes his head quickly huddled in the crook of Sunoo’s neck, slightly tickling him.
“No baby, please, I’m sorry,” he now pleads, look how the tables have turned.
“I don’t think i’d continue living without your sweet, honey kisses.. you’d leave me on a casket, baby.” The younger said, trailing his hands to the back of sunoo’s shirt, feeling his bare skin.
Sunoo squirms, “Jung—baby that tickles!” Then lets out a squick, making jungwon laugh softly against his neck.
The contrast between them was always striking. Jungwon—all calm strength and quiet masculinity, bare chest out and hair tousled from sleep—and Sunoo, whose sweetness could melt glaciers, curled up like a kitten in his arms. They fit together like puzzle pieces, like gravity had decided they belonged nowhere else but right here, like this.
It was one of those rare, perfect mornings. No alarms. No obligations. Just shared warmth and the unspoken comfort of knowing that, in this moment, they had everything they needed. They had each other.
—
The silence that followed their little tickle fight was warm and sweet, broken only by the soft hum of the outside world beyond their bedroom window.
Sunoo was sprawled across Jungwon’s chest now, eyes half-lidded and fingers lazily tracing circles on jungwon’s abs just above his waistband. His voice came out barely above a whisper, thick with leftover sleep.
“Let’s just stay in bed all day.”
Jungwon smiled at that, arms curling tighter around the boy in his embrace. He shifted slightly, just enough to kiss the crown of Sunoo’s head.
“I thought you wanted bacon and ramen?”
Sunoo whined. “You can cook later. I’ll let you go eventually... maybe.”
Jungwon laughed softly, the sound low and fond. “So I’m being held hostage?”
“Mhm.” Sunoo nodded into his chest.
“It’s my habit to jail my boyfriend, whose crime’s always ruining soft moments”
“Unfair sentencing,” Jungwon mumbled, feigning a pout. “I was being honest. That was self-defense.”
“Against what?”
“Your face. It’s dangerous.”
Sunoo rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of him. He shifted up just enough to kiss Jungwon’s cheek—quick, and annoyingly light.
Then, without warning, he flopped his full weight back down again.
“Fine. Pardon granted. But only because you’re warm.”
Jungwon snorted. “You’re like a cat.”
“I am a cat,” Sunoo said proudly, “a cute, clingy, demanding one. You knew what you were getting into.”
“Yeah,” Jungwon said, voice soft again, “and I’d do it all over.”
They stayed like that for a while. Time slowed. The sun climbed higher, warming the room through the sheer curtains, wrapping everything in soft gold.
Eventually, they ended up scrolling through videos on Sunoo’s phone together—still under the covers, still tangled up, commenting on every clip like it was the most important thing in the world.
At one point, Sunoo tried to get up to grab his lip balm from the nightstand, but Jungwon pulled him back before he could leave the bed’s radius.
“No,” Jungwon said, dead serious. “You leave, the blanket loses its soul.”
Sunoo stared at him. “You’re such a weirdo.”
“You love me though.” Jungwon hums, the sides of his lips curling to a smirk.
“Ugh,” Sunoo groaned dramatically, curling back into his boyfriend’s chest with a slight smile, “unfortunately.”
And just like that, the world outside could wait. The dishes, the breakfast, the errands—everything was postponed. All that mattered was here, under the blanket, with sleepy kisses and limbs tangled like ivy.
It wasn’t an exciting day.
But it was perfect.
—
The sun was beginning to set, casting warm amber across their living room when Sunoo finally—grudgingly—allowed Jungwon to get out of bed.
Only after excessive whining, pouting, and plenty of kisses.
Jungwon had to promise the good ramen and crispy bacon just how you like it and even then, Sunoo made him carry him halfway to the kitchen like a sleepy koala.
Now, Jungwon was at the stove, apron laid on his bare chest, hugging his form, hair messy but charming in the way only he could pull off—completely focused as he stirred the ramen with one hand, the other already flipping bacon in the pan like it was second nature.
Sunoo sat perched on the counter again, blanket wrapped around his shoulders like a dramatic cape, chin resting in his hand.
“You’re so domestic,” he said, tone flat but lips twitching.
Jungwon didn’t even look up. “You say that every time I cook.”
“Because it’s true. Look at you. You’re like... a wife.”
This time, Jungwon turned to glance at him, raising an eyebrow, smirking. “So you’re saying you’re the husband?”
Sunoo blinked. Then scoffed. “I’m the cute one.”
“Exactly. I do everything. You’re the spoiled house cat.”
“I’m not spoiled,” Sunoo whined, nose scrunching adorably as he kicked his feet. “I’m—”
“A brat?” Jungwon offered smoothly, plating the food with almost annoying elegance. He walked over, nudging between Sunoo’s legs. “My brat.”
Sunoo blinked up at him. “Stop saying stuff like that.”
“Why?”
“Because—” he started, flustered, before settling for a dramatic, muffled, “Ughhhh,” into his own blanket.
Jungwon grinned and leaned in to peck his cheek. “Come eat.”
—
They ended up sitting on the floor, Sunoo tucked under Jungwon’s arm like always, even as he tried to act unimpressed by the food Jungwon spent almost thirty minutes making.
Sunoo took one bite of the ramen, stopped, and said with a full mouth, “Okay. This slaps.”
Jungwon sipped his own broth calmly. “Told you. But nooo, you didn’t want to get out of bed.”
Sunoo narrowed his eyes. “You’re annoying.”
“You’re lucky I love you.”
Sunoo didn’t respond—just rested his head against Jungwon’s shoulder with a little grumble and kept eating. Jungwon reached over to wipe a bit of soup off his chin with a thumb, chuckling when Sunoo swatted his hand away with a pout.
“Let me help you, messy.”
“You’re a menace,” Sunoo mumbled.
“And you’re cute.”
Sunoo hid his smile behind his bowl.
After dinner, they stayed on the couch, legs tangled, movie playing low in the background.
Sunoo, already half-asleep in Jungwon’s hoodie, mumbled, “Hey... when you cook for me like this... it feels like I married a chef rather than a business man.”
Jungwon turned slightly, brushing his lips against Sunoo’s temple, whispering with that stupid teasing calm of his:
“Then I guess I got married off to a spoiled cat, too,”
Sunoo only groaned again—but he curled closer.
And Jungwon? He smiled. Because this—blanket-wrapped, bratty, sleepy Sunoo curled up against him like he belonged—was everything he ever wanted.