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The sunlight was stubborn that morning, spilling lazily across the thin curtains of Felix and Seungmin’s dorm room. It caught on dust motes drifting lazily in the air, the room smelling faintly of laundry detergent and the faint sweetness of Felix’s vanilla candles from the night before.
Changbin stirred first, blinking at the soft light and realizing, with a quiet smile, that the body pressed against his side wasn’t just a dream. Seungmin’s hair , which was impossibly soft and a little messy, tickled his jaw. His breathing was slow, even, like the world outside their blanket didn’t exist yet.
Changbin’s arm was already wrapped around him, palm resting on his waist under the thick duvet. His fingers flexed slightly, feeling the steady rise and fall. The warmth was addictive.
He thought about moving, maybe stretching his legs, but Seungmin made a soft, complaining noise , the kind that sounded suspiciously like a puppy resisting being woken , and burrowed closer.
“Five more minutes,” Seungmin mumbled, voice still heavy with sleep.
Changbin chuckled softly. “I didn’t even say anything.”
“You were thinking it,” Seungmin replied without opening his eyes.
Somewhere in the dorm, there was movement - a faint thump, followed by the sound of the bathroom door clicking shut. The heater hummed, and the smell of coffee drifted in from the hallway.
“I should probably get up,” Changbin said, though his arm tightened instinctively.
“You should probably not,” Seungmin countered, cracking open one eye. His gaze was hazy but fond. “You promised me a lazy morning.”
“I promised you breakfast,” Changbin corrected.
“Lazy breakfast,” Seungmin amended. “Preferably in bed.”
Changbin let out an exaggerated sigh. “You’re spoiled.”
“I learned from the best,” Seungmin murmured, closing his eyes again.
From the kitchen, Felix’s voice floated in: “I’m making pancakes! If you want any, come out before I eat them all!”
A softer voice followed, faint but unmistakably Jeongin’s: “You’re not eating them all. If the lovebirds don't come out right now, i'm eating them all.”
Changbin smirked into Seungmin’s hair. “Did Jeongin stay over?”
“Mmh,” Seungmin hummed, not even lifting his head. “Movie night. They probably fell asleep halfway through the second one.”
Changbin raised an eyebrow. “On the couch?”
“Mm, no. Felix’s bed.”
Changbin chuckled knowingly, and Seungmin elbowed him gently without looking up. “Don’t start.”
“Didn’t say anything,” Changbin said, feigning innocence.
For a while, they didn’t speak. Changbin traced slow circles on Seungmin’s back through his T-shirt. Every so often, Seungmin’s fingers would curl against Changbin’s chest like he was holding onto him in his sleep.
The quiet was rare for them, a kind of peace that made time stretch. Changbin’s life was usually rehearsals, noise, and schedules , but here, with the blanket heavy over them and Seungmin’s breath warm on his collarbone, there was no hurry.
“Jeongin is bluffing,” Seungmin said eventually.
“He’s not bluffing. You’ve seen him eat,” Changbin countered.
“Still not moving,” Seungmin replied, burrowing deeper.
Changbin shifted so he was lying fully on his back, pulling Seungmin along. The blanket slipped down, letting a bit of cool air sneak in. Seungmin shivered faintly but didn’t move away.
“Why’d you even come over if you knew you’d get stuck here all morning?” Seungmin asked, his voice quiet but teasing.
Changbin glanced down at him, voice matching the softness. “Because you asked me to.”
Seungmin’s lips twitched like he was trying not to smile. “Good answer.”
From the kitchen came a laugh — Felix’s — and a muttered protest from Jeongin that was drowned out by the clink of plates. Changbin pressed a kiss to the crown of Seungmin’s head without thinking, and Seungmin didn’t flinch.
“You’re warm,” Seungmin murmured.
“That’s because you’re stealing all my heat,” Changbin teased.
“Mm. Works for me.”
They stayed like that until the smell of pancakes became impossible to ignore. Seungmin groaned, finally lifting his head, hair falling into his eyes. “Okay… maybe breakfast in bed isn’t the worst idea.”
“Too late,” Changbin said, sitting up with a stretch. “We have to get up now or Jeongin will—”
“—eat them all,” Seungmin finished in a perfect imitation of Changbin’s earlier tone.
“Exactly.”
When Changbin reached for the blanket to toss it off, Seungmin caught his wrist and tugged him back down for one more second.
“One more minute,” he said.
“You’re hopeless,” Changbin muttered, but his hand came up to brush Seungmin's cheek.
“And you like it,” Seungmin replied easily.
When they finally emerged into the kitchen, Felix was plating up pancakes while Jeongin leaned against the counter, hair slightly mussed, mug of coffee in hand.
“You guys missed the first batch,” Felix said with a smirk.
“That’s fine,” Seungmin said, sliding into a chair and pulling Changbin into the one next to him. “We had our own breakfast.”
Felix’s eyebrows arched. “You were just cuddling, weren’t you?”
“Exactly,” Seungmin replied, stabbing a pancake with his fork.
Changbin reached under the table, giving Seungmin’s hand a squeeze. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Jeongin and Felix exchanging a quick glance — the kind that said plenty without a single word.
And just like that, the lazy warmth of the morning seemed to follow all four of them into the rest of the day.
The pancakes disappeared faster than anyone cared to admit. By the time the plates were stacked in the sink, Felix was already pulling out his phone to scroll through something, and Jeongin had migrated to the couch with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders like a cape.
Seungmin lingered at the table, stretching lazily in his chair before looking at Changbin with that particular tilt of his head that always spelled trouble. “Couch?”
Changbin grinned. “Thought you’d never ask.”
The living room was a soft mess — blankets draped haphazardly over the back of the couch, a couple of mugs abandoned on the coffee table from the night before, and a faint scent of maple syrup still in the air. The TV was paused on a movie menu from last night’s marathon.
Seungmin collapsed onto the couch first, claiming his spot like a cat. Changbin followed, sliding in beside him, only to be immediately tugged down so his arm landed around Seungmin’s shoulders.
“See,” Seungmin said, nestling against his side, “this is what Saturdays are for.”
Changbin tightened his arm around him. “Pretty sure this is what every day should be for.”
From the other end of the couch, Jeongin glanced over the top of his blanket, looking amused. “You two are ridiculous.”
“Coming from you,” Seungmin shot back, eyes flicking meaningfully to where Felix was now joining Jeongin, slipping under the same blanket without hesitation.
Jeongin’s ears went faintly pink, but he didn’t say anything, focusing instead on the TV as Felix picked up the remote. “We’re watching something cozy,” Felix announced.
Seungmin smirked. “So… not one of your action movies?”
Felix stuck his tongue out at him but switched the TV to some slow-paced animated film anyway.
As the opening credits rolled, Changbin shifted so he could pull the nearest blanket over himself and Seungmin. The warmth settled instantly, making him sink deeper into the cushions. He rested his chin lightly on Seungmin’s hair, inhaling the faint scent of Seungmin’s shampoo.
“You’re too comfortable,” Changbin murmured.
“Good,” Seungmin said, eyes half-closed. “Means you won’t move for the next two hours.”
“That’s your plan?”
“Obviously.”
Felix and Jeongin whispered something between them that made Jeongin laugh softly. Changbin caught the sound but didn’t bother to tease them — he was too content with the steady rhythm of Seungmin’s breathing against his side.
On screen, soft music played. The room was warm, the kind of warmth that made eyelids heavy. Changbin found himself tracing idle shapes along Seungmin’s arm, his fingers memorizing the small details — the curve of his elbow, the fabric of his hoodie.
Seungmin tilted his head just enough to glance up at him. “You’re staring.”
“Not staring,” Changbin said. “Appreciating.”
That earned him a quiet huff of laughter, and Seungmin settled back down without further argument.
The rest of the morning passed in that quiet, comfortable haze — the movie playing, Felix occasionally tossing out commentary, Jeongin making the occasional sarcastic remark that earned him a nudge from Felix’s elbow.
By the time the credits rolled, Changbin wasn’t entirely sure he’d watched any of it. He’d been too busy memorizing the warmth in his arms, the weight of Seungmin leaning against him, and the way the dorm felt more like home than anywhere else in the world.