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The day has been so cruel to Jihoon.
He couldn’t find his favorite belt, he lost some of his music sheets, traffic was awful, it’s cold as fuck outside and worst of all, he forgot to pack his lunch.
He runs his hand through his hair. Seriously, what the fuck.
He unlocks the door to Hansol and his apartment.
“I’m home.” he says tiredly as he removes his shoes and coat.
He doesn’t receive a response back, but frankly he’s too tired to care.
He walks further into the house to see Hansol sitting on the floor, staring at the oven. Jihoon sits beside him, no questions asked.
“Ah, you’re home.”
“Mhm.”
“How was work?”
“Tireding.”
“Hm.”
Hansol starts to rub his back.
“I bet you worked hard today.”
“Got the stuff I planned to do today done.”
“Good job, I made cookies.”
“Is that what those are?”
Vernon playfully pushes Jihoon and whines “Hyung, don’t be mean. I followed the recipe, so they should be good.”
Jihoon chuckles and lays his head on Hansol’s shoulder.
“I don’t think you’re supposed to sit in front of the oven.”
“Probably not.”
Neither one of them makes any effort to move.
“What do you wanna have for dinner?”
“We have any soup from last night?”
“Yeah.”
“Then I’ll just heat some up with some rice.”
“You want it now? I’ll do it for you.”
“You don’t have to.”
“But you know I will.”
“Hm.”
Hansol leans to the side to kiss Jihoon’s forehead and gets up to walk to the fridge. He gets out the bowl of leftover soup, a bowl from the cabinet, and instant rice from the freezer.
Hansol moves with such fluid motions, Jihoon thinks. Like a paint bush, he usually moves with certainty and when he doesn’t, it’s still just as artistic. It’s still odd that Jihoon gets to do this everyday; come home to Hansol.
Hansol pops the instant rice in the microwave first then stands in front of it.
“What is with you and standing in front of things that radiate heat?” Jihoon chuckles softly.
“Ah.” Hansol steps to the side, out of direct view of the microwave, “It’s fun to watch the plate spin, but I think it’s actually proven that you aren’t supposed to stand in front of it.”
“No, I support it. When we wake up tomorrow and you have three eyes, I won’t question a thing.”
“Would you still love me if I had three eyes?”
“I’d back up while speaking, so I could look at all of them when I’m speaking to you.”
“Wow, so kind.”
The microwave dings and Hansol puts all of the instant rice into a bowl. He gets a spoon and puts some soup into Jihoon’s favorite bowl. It's a basic navy blue one with no pattern on it, but it was one of the first dishes to enter their new apartment. Hansol puts that bowl in the microwave next.
“I think the cookies are almost done.
“Wait, really?” Hansol sits back down beside Jihoon, making Jihoon’s head fall on his shoulder again.
“Do I have nice shoulders?”
“Yeah, I like your right one, specifically.”
“It’s okay, I won’t tell my left one you said that.”
Jihoon lifts his head to look at him only to be met with Hansol’s eyes already on him.
“Y’know, I hope you feel safe here. I know it’s a new place and all—”
“Why wouldn’t I? You’re here.”
Hansol cups Jihoon’s face and Jihoon closes his eyes out of habit. Hansol lays light kisses on Jihoon’s eyelids. Hansol leans back and Jihoon’s eyes open again.
Both the microwave and the oven ding.
“You get the soup and I’ll get the cookies.” Jihoon whispers as he places a hand over Hansol’s hand that is still on his cheeks.
Hansol nods, but nobody makes an effort to move. Hansol begins to rub his thumbs across Jihoon’s cheeks.
The microwave dings again.
“Hansol, if we don’t move, the microwave won’t shut up and the cookies will burn.”
Hansol lays a short, but lingering kiss on Jihoon’s lips.
“Okay, I’m ready now.”
Jihoon nods and they both get up from the floor.
Hansol pours the soup and rice in separate dishes, just in case it’s one of those days while Jihoon grabs the mittens from the drawer and takes the cookies out of the oven.
Jihoon was only joking earlier. The cookies look like cookies, so it’s a win for him.
“The food is ready.”
“So are the cookies.”
Hansol rushes to see how they look, “Lemme taste them first. If it contains poison, at least I’ll die and not you.”
“ You made them, only you would know if you put poison in them.
“What if I blinked and I accidentally put poison in?”
“Okay, Hansol, try the cookie first.”
Hansol shuffles a cookie off the pan and takes a bite. He gives Jihoon a nod and a thumbs up, “No poison."
“Hurray.”
“Wanna sit at the table?”
Jihoon shakes his head and brings the cookie pan to the floor with him. Hansol shrugs and brings the bowl of soup down with them too. Floor time with cookies and soup, he guesses.
“Together or separate?”
“Together”
Hansol mixes the soup and rice together before holding it out on a spoon to Jihoon. Jihoon looks at Hansol with confusion, but that earns him a pointed look. Jihoon takes this spoon into his mouth and hums.
“Good.”
“I know right? Found the recipe online.”
“Of course you did.”
“Do you want to be fed or not?”
Jihoon opens his mouth for another spoonful, which Hansol obliges.
“Let’s have an early night.” Hansol says, mixing the rest of the soup and rice.
“I’ll never say no to that, but why? We both usually end the day with scrolling on our phones.”
“You need to take it slower these days. You work hard, hyung.”
Jihoon hums and Hansol feeds him some more soup.
“I’m okay, Hansollie.”
“I know you are, but everyone needs time to slow down for them every once and a while.”
Jihoon narrows his eyes. “You’re too smart for your own good.”
Hansol lets out a loud laugh, “You think so?”
Jihoon hums and eats the last spoonful from Hansol.
“Well that’s all the soup.”
“You didn’t eat any?”
“I ate before you came.”
“Ah.”
Hansol starts to eat another cookie.
“It’s gotten colder lately.”
“I know, I felt it today.”
“Let’s go shopping for sweaters later.”
Jihoon nods as Hansol holds out his cookie for Jihoon to take a bite.
“I can eat my own cookie, that’s yours.”
“Yeah and I’m saying you can have some.”
Jihoon rolls his eyes, but takes a nibble anyways.
“Let’s sleep well tonight.”
Jihoon moves the pan out of the way to sit by Hansol and leans his head against his shoulder.
“Hm.”