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“Oh, would you look at that?” Junmyeon asks, settling down into the chair opposite Chanyeol’s.
His voice, although gentle, startles Chanyeol. “What?” Chanyeol asks, looking up from his laptop, feeling like a deer caught in the headlights. “Junmy—hyung?”
He can't stop staring at the blush dusting Junmyeon’s round cheeks, his scarf tucked cozily into the crook of his neck, the beanie on his head that somehow fails to cover one of his ears that sticks out cutely.
His boyfriend is the most adorable human in the world, and Chanyeol is a very lucky man in love.
Junmyeon chuckles. “Kyungsoo gave me an extra sandwich.”
“Again?”
“Again,” Junmyeon confirms, pushing it towards Chanyeol.
Chanyeol glances at the person behind the counter. Kyungsoo’s currently counting some cash. “I don’t think Kyungsoo’s the kind of person to give out free sandwiches. Unless he, like, hit his head somewhere. Accounts are scared of him, not the other way round.”
“Maybe it has something to do with pretty privilege,” Junmyeon shrugs, unwrapping his sandwich. “Want a bite?”
Yes, Chanyeol thinks. “Where did you learn that from?” he asks instead, leaning back on his chair to get a better view of the man sitting in front of him.
Junmyeon grins at him. “What, pretty privilege? Baekhyun brought it up during one of our discussions today.”
Chanyeol blinks. “That answers literally nothing. I have more questions now. Anyway, you look way too happy for a Sunday evening. You should be miserable, like the rest of us.”
“Mm, well, I had my share of misery last week. It’s your turn now. Where’s Jongin, by the way? Wasn’t he supposed to be studying with you?”
“He said he was going to sleep early so that he could try waking up around three.”
“What, like the witching hour?”
“Something about being scared into studying by the spirits. Or because he’s a wise man and gave up even before starting. I don’t know. It’s not my style.”
Junmyeon sighs. “What’s your style, then? What’s the last thing you read?”
Chanyeol’s lips part, the vague idea of his answer on the tip of his tongue, but the words to describe it absent. “Fuck,” he groans. “I hate my major. I should’ve stuck to music like you.”
“No, you don’t, and no, you shouldn’t have,” Junmyeon says with a smile. “You’re one of the smartest people I know. You’re just…tired.”
“That’s a stretch,” Chanyeol says, ignoring the pleased feeling in his stomach at Junmyeon’s words. “You’re friends with Minseok hyung.”
“Minseok isn’t my boyfriend,” Junmyeon says easily. “When’s the last time you took a break?”
Chanyeol can’t remember. The one thing he does know is that even the soft lights of the cafe feel way too bright for his eyes at this hour of the night. “What are you doing here, anyway?”
“Just thought I’d…” Junmyeon drums his fingers on the table. “I was too lazy to cook, so I decided to pop down here. And found you.”
“Huh.”
“Also cheering you up. What else would I be doing?”
“I don’t know, reading a book? Using your pretty privilege to convince Yixing hyung to buy you dinner?”
“You’re so mean,” Junmyeon huffs, but Chanyeol knows he doesn’t mean it by the way he feeds Chanyeol the last bite of his sandwich. Delicious, as always.
“I wish Kyungsoo could feed me for the rest of my life.”
“Just your life?”
“Our lives, I mean,” Chanyeol corrects himself. “You know I can’t cook to save my life. And you’ll probably be too tired to cook regularly once you start working.”
He realizes he’s said something that’s the verbal equivalent of kryptonite when Junmyeon gives him that crinkle-eyed smile he loves so much.
“You want to spend the rest of your life with me?” he asks, voice soft and sweet.
It’s not the first time he’s brought it up, and it’s not the first time Chanyeol’s thought about it. “I’d rather not talk about it here,” he says, taking a bite of his own sandwich. “Too crowded.”
“That’s not a no I hear.”
“Of course not, hyung. Who else would put up with your odd love for slow dancing at two in the morning if not me?”
“That happened once. I was drunk out of my mind. You know I’ve never had that much alcohol again.”
Chanyeol knows. Junmyeon always loves hearing those slow, romantic songs whenever he’s feeling the slightest bit tipsy. More often than not, he ends up dragging Chanyeol along with him, feet clumsy and hands tightly intertwined, Chanyeol following his lead.
Chanyeol isn’t the biggest fan of The Beatles. He doesn’t know what they’re saying half the time. But he loves seeing Junmyeon through a new lens every time one of their songs comes on. He loves the way Junmyeon sways along to them while doing the dishes or cuddling with Chanyeol.
They’re love songs, right? Chanyeol hopes Junmyeon’s always thinking of him when they play.
“I know,” he says, just to be annoying. “I still think about it. Jongdae said you were in tears, begging him to drop you off at my dorm so you could see my face before you slept. I half expected you to throw up on my shoes.”
Junmyeon hides his face in his hands. “Chanyeol-ah…”
“You just threw up on my assignment instead. No big deal.”
“I apologized! I even helped you do it again after I woke up.”
“I’m not complaining,” Chanyeol grins, loving the way Junmyeon’s single visible ear has heated up. “Besides, who else is going to buy me extra food and pretend like it was an accident?”
Junmyeon peeks out from behind his fingers. “You figured that out?”
“The first time itself. Jongin doesn’t even get leftovers for free, and he’s dating Kyungsoo.”
Junmyeon sighs, reaching over to steal Chanyeol’s drink. The coffee must have gone cold by now, but Junmyeon doesn’t seem to mind. “I just wanted to give you a little boost. I hate seeing you so stressed. How much longer do you think you’ll take?”
Chanyeol looks at the notes on the screen in front of him. There’s no way he’s learning anything new, not with Junmyeon sitting right across from him. If anything, all the equations look the same to him at this point. And why do they have more letters than numbers?
“Yes, by the way.”
“Hm?”
“I do want to spend the rest of my life with you, hyung.”
The blush that had subsided due to the warmth inside the cafe once again makes its way across Junmyeon’s face. It makes Chanyeol want to lean forward and bite his cheek softly, but he contains himself.
“Let’s go to my place,” Junmyeon offers. “I’ll wake you up however early you want.”
Chanyeol’s already on his feet, packing his stuff. He can cuddle with Junmyeon till the sun rises. And deal with his problems when he wakes up.