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The smell of instant ramen fills the apartment as Daeyoung is absentmindedly stirring boiling noodles in a pot. It’s late and frankly, he’s extremely tired, but ever since him and Riku began living together, he promised himself he’d cook dinner for the both of them every night. As his eyelids begin to feel heavier, he suddenly feels his lover’s arms snaking lazily around his waist.
“Are you tired, jagi?”
Riku’s tone is sweet, his voice soft and slightly tinged with worry. He rests his head on the younger’s left shoulder, nuzzling into him. Daeyoung only hums in response and cranes his neck to kiss the side of Riku’s head.
“I’ll finish cooking if you’re too tired, Daeyoung,” Riku pulls him in closer and squeezes, but Daeyoung stays quiet and firm, slightly shaking his head.
“Daeyoooouuung~” The older whines before quickly shutting off the stove and turning the other around so that they’re facing one another. “Go lay down. Let me take care of you today, okay?” Riku laces his fingers together behind Daeyoung’s neck and rises on the balls of his feet to peck his boyfriend on the lips. “Please?”
The younger defaults to resting his hands on either side of Riku’s waist, staring at him for a moment with tired eyes. He hated not being able to cater to Riku’s every need, but he also knew that—at least for today—Riku wouldn’t let him.
“Only if you’re absolutely sure, Hyung,”
Riku beams and Daeyoung lets out a small dejected sigh as he shifts out of the way for the older to continue where he left off. It feels wrong to have Riku cook for him—not because he didn’t like it, but because he swore to himself that as long as they were together, he’d happily do all of the work if it meant that his boyfriend could live comfortably. Daeyoung reluctantly made his way over to the living room and sprawled out on the couch; the quiet clinking of pots and crackle of boiling water starting to muffle as he let himself slip deeper into sleep.
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Daeyoung was woken up by gentle kisses being peppered all over his face, starting at his forehead and making their way to the outer corners of his eyes, the tip of his nose, the beauty marks that decorated his face, and finally ending at his lips. The younger’s eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the light—his breath catching when he realized just how close him and Riku actually were. He felt his face flush as he struggled to maintain eye contact with the older. Though he’s usually extremely composed, something about his boyfriend always left him so flustered—an effect that only Riku himself could have on Daeyoung.
“The food is ready, Daengie,”
“Can we stay like this for a little bit?” Daeyoung murmured quietly, still half asleep as the older reached out to lightly brush his bangs away from his face. Daeyoung really did naturally resemble a puppy, even more so when he was begging for his boyfriend’s attention as eagerly as he was now.
“Of course, baby,” Riku giggled as he climbed next to Daeyoung on the couch that was just barely big enough to fit the both of them, naturally letting the younger be the big spoon. Daeyoung snuggled his face into the back of Riku’s neck, wrapping his arms around the older’s waist and pulling him closer. They stood in that position, legs tangled together and breathing in sync as they basked in each other’s warmth, slowly losing consciousness while listening to the steady sound of their synchronized heartbeats. The ramen sat cold and forgotten on the kitchen counter, but as Riku felt himself drift further into sleep, he figured that was a problem for Morning Riku—and that right now, he’d much rather be cuddling with his adorable puppy boyfriend.
“I love you, Daengie”
Riku felt the younger’s lips twitch into a small smile at the nape of his neck.
“I love you more, Hyung,”