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Sunghoon knew he was home before he even stepped fully inside.
The apartment smelled warm—garlic, oil, something faintly sweet—and familiar enough that his shoulders relaxed on instinct. He kicked his shoes off by the door, keys clinking softly as he set them down, and followed the sound of quiet humming toward the kitchen.
Sunoo stood at the stove, back turned, wearing one of Sunghoon’s old shirts. It hung loose on him, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, the hem brushing his thighs as he stirred whatever was simmering in the pan. He swayed slightly to the music playing from his phone on the counter, entirely absorbed.
Sunghoon leaned against the doorway for a moment, just watching.
“Baby,” he said softly.
Sunoo startled anyway, shoulders jumping before he laughed and turned around. “You scared me!”
Sunghoon smiled, the kind that came easy only with him. “You always say that.”
“That’s because you always do it,” Sunoo huffed, but there was no real bite to it. He turned back to the stove. “You’re early.”
“Got out faster than I thought.” Sunghoon stepped closer, slipping his arms around Sunoo’s waist from behind. He pressed a quick kiss to Sunoo’s temple, then rested his chin on his shoulder. “Smells good.”
Sunoo leaned back into him immediately. “You’re not allowed to touch anything yet.”
“I’m not touching,” Sunghoon said innocently, hands warm and steady at his waist.
Sunoo glanced down. “Your hands are literally on me.”
“Different thing.”
Before Sunoo could argue, Sunghoon reached past him with one hand and dipped a finger into the pan, quick and practiced. He brought it to his mouth, tasting.
Sunoo gasped. “Sunghoon!”
“It’s good,” he said, unfazed.
“You weren’t supposed to try it yet!” Sunoo whined, twisted around in his arms and glared up at him. “I didn’t finish seasoning it.”
Sunghoon laughed softly. “It’s still good.”
Sunoo crossed his arms, cheeks puffing out in a pout that Sunghoon had absolutely no defense against. “You never listen to me.”
Sunghoon leaned down and kissed the pout away, quick and gentle. “I listen. I just don’t obey.”
Sunoo flushed instantly. “You’re so annoying.”
“You love me.”
Sunoo hesitated for half a second—just long enough to make Sunghoon grin—then muttered, “Unfortunately.”
Dinner passed easily after that. Sunghoon helped with the dishes, stealing glances whenever Sunoo wasn’t looking, brushing fingers together over the sink like it was second nature. When they finally moved to the couch, Sunoo curled into Sunghoon’s lap without even asking, legs tucked comfortably to the side.
Sunghoon didn’t comment. He never did. He just wrapped one arm around Sunoo’s waist and rested the other along the back of the couch, thumb absentmindedly tracing circles into his side.
They put on a show they’d already seen twice, more background noise than anything else. Sunoo laughed too loudly at the jokes, leaning back against Sunghoon’s chest, occasionally tilting his head up to steal a kiss like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Sunghoon let him.
Every time.
“You’re clingy today,” Sunghoon murmured, pressing a kiss to Sunoo’s hair.
Sunoo hummed. “You’re warm.”
“That’s not a denial.”
Sunoo smiled and hid his face against Sunghoon’s neck. “Don’t care.”
Sunghoon’s chest felt full—heavy in the best way. He adjusted slightly so Sunoo sat more comfortably, kissing his cheek, then the corner of his mouth. Sunoo sighed softly, eyes fluttering shut, melting further into him.
Eventually, the show faded into background noise entirely.
By the time they made it to bed, it was late. Sunoo changed first, slipping under the covers with a sleepy yawn. Sunghoon followed, tugging him closer the second he lay down, arm wrapping securely around his waist.
Sunoo turned to face him, half-lidded eyes soft. “You’re not tired?”
“I am,” Sunghoon said. “Just… content.”
Sunoo smiled faintly and reached up, brushing his thumb across Sunghoon’s cheek. “You work too hard.”
Sunghoon kissed his thumb. “Worth it.”
They settled into silence after that, bodies fitting together easily, like they’d always known where the other belonged. Sunghoon pressed slow, lingering kisses to Sunoo’s forehead, his nose, the corner of his mouth—unhurried, affectionate.
Sunoo sighed, fingers curling into Sunghoon’s shirt. “You’re gonna make me sleepy.”
“That’s the idea,” Sunghoon murmured.
Sunoo laughed quietly, then relaxed fully against him, breathing evening out as Sunghoon held him close. He kissed Sunoo’s temple one last time, whispering, “Goodnight, baby.”
Sunoo smiled in his sleep.
Sunghoon woke up to weight.
Not the uncomfortable kind—no, this was familiar. Warm. Alive.
Sunoo was sprawled on top of him, half his body draped over Sunghoon’s chest like he’d migrated there sometime during the night and decided it was his final destination. One leg was thrown over Sunghoon’s thigh, his face tucked into the crook of Sunghoon’s neck, breath warm and even.
Sunghoon didn’t move.
He stared at the ceiling for a moment, one hand resting instinctively on Sunoo’s back, fingers splayed beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. Sunoo wore one of his again. Sunghoon had stopped pretending to be surprised by that weeks ago—but this one was older, softer, stretched just enough to cling.
Cute. Painfully cute.
Sunghoon shifted just slightly to get more comfortable, and Sunoo responded immediately, tightening his hold with a soft sound that might’ve been a hum. His fingers curled into Sunghoon’s shirt, like he was afraid he might disappear if he let go.
“Baby,” Sunghoon murmured, barely louder than a breath.
Sunoo stirred but didn’t wake, nose nudging closer, lips brushing Sunghoon’s skin. Sunghoon closed his eyes, pressing a kiss into Sunoo’s hair, then another to his temple.
He was absolutely not winning this morning.
Eventually, Sunoo blinked awake, eyes unfocused at first. He lifted his head slightly, squinting at Sunghoon like he was still deciding where he was.
“Oh,” he said sleepily. “You’re still here.”
Sunghoon raised an eyebrow. “Should I not be?”
Sunoo smiled, slow and soft, then dropped his head back onto Sunghoon’s chest. “No. I like this.”
Sunghoon’s hand slid up Sunoo’s back without thinking, rubbing gentle circles. “You’re using me as a mattress.”
“Mhm,” Sunoo replied. “A very warm one.”
“C’mon sleepy, we have to get up.”
Sunoo made a small noise of protest and burrowed closer instead.
Sunghoon laughed quietly. “Baby.”
Sunoo tilted his head just enough to look up at him, eyes still half-lidded. “Five more minutes.”
“You said that ten minutes ago.”
“And I meant it,” Sunoo said seriously, then leaned up just enough to press a soft kiss to Sunghoon’s lips. It lingered—not rushed, not demanding. Just warm.
Sunghoon sighed into it, utterly defeated. “You’re impossible.”
Sunoo grinned. “You love me.”
Sunghoon didn’t even hesitate. “Yeah.”
They eventually made it out of bed—barely. Sunoo stayed glued to Sunghoon’s side in the kitchen, leaning against him while he made coffee, stealing bites of toast and pretending he wasn’t being obvious about it.
At one point, Sunghoon reached up to grab a mug from the cabinet and Sunoo hugged Sunghoon from behind, cheek pressed between his shoulder blades.
“You’re clingy today,” Sunghoon said, echoing last night.
Sunoo shrugged, unbothered. “You like it.”
That was.. true.
Later, they ended up on the couch again—Sunoo curled sideways with his legs over Sunghoon’s lap, phone forgotten somewhere between them. Sunghoon traced lazy patterns on Sunoo’s thigh, while Sunoo absentmindedly played with the hem of Sunghoon’s sleeve.
There was a knock at the door.
Sunoo glanced up. “Oh. That’s probably the delivery.”
Sunghoon sighed but made no move to get up. “You’re blocking me.”
Sunoo didn’t move either. “You can reach around.”
Sunghoon stared at him for a moment, then leaned forward, arms bracketing Sunoo as he reached past him. Sunoo froze instantly, breath hitching.
Sunghoon noticed.
“You okay?” he asked, voice low.
Sunoo nodded too fast. “Y-yeah.”
Sunghoon smirked faintly and pressed a kiss to Sunoo’s jaw before pulling back. “Cute.”
Sunoo groaned, burying his face in Sunghoon’s chest. “You’re doing that on purpose.”
“Maybe.”
When Sunghoon finally stood to get the door, Sunoo followed him immediately, fingers hooking into the back of his shirt like it was second nature.
Sunghoon glanced down, amused. “You coming with me?”
Sunoo nodded. “Obviously.”
The rest of the day passed in quiet moments—shared snacks, stolen kisses, Sunoo sitting in Sunghoon’s lap like it was his rightful place, rewatching their show again.
The show kept playing, but Sunoo stopped paying attention somewhere between the third episode and Sunghoon’s fingers tracing slow, absentminded lines along his arm.
He’d shifted without realizing it—curling closer, legs folding in as he leaned back more fully against Sunghoon’s chest. At some point, Sunghoon adjusted automatically, one arm wrapping around Sunoo’s middle, the other resting along the back of the couch, holding him in like it was instinct.
Sunoo sighed softly, the sound barely audible.
Sunghoon felt it anyway.
“You okay, baby?” he asked quietly, lips brushing Sunoo’s hair.
Sunoo nodded at first, then hesitated. His fingers toyed with the hem of his—Sunghoon’s—shirt, twisting the fabric. “I think I’m just tired.”
Sunghoon hummed, understanding immediately. He shifted again, pulling Sunoo a little closer, his hand spreading warm and solid against Sunoo’s stomach. “You’ve been going nonstop all day.”
Sunoo shrugged, small. “Didn’t feel like stopping.”
Sunghoon pressed a kiss to his temple. “You don’t have to be strong all the time, you know.”
That did it.
Sunoo’s shoulders dropped, tension easing out of him like he’d been holding it in without realizing. He leaned fully into Sunghoon’s chest now, head tilting slightly until it rested just under Sunghoon’s chin.
Sunghoon smiled to himself and tightened his hold just enough to be reassuring.
“There you go,” he murmured. “I’ve got you.”
Sunoo closed his eyes.
For a while, they stayed like that—Sunghoon watching the show, Sunoo half-listening, half-drifting. Sunghoon’s hand moved slowly, rhythmically, up and down Sunoo’s arm. Every so often he’d press a kiss into Sunoo’s hair, unprompted, like it was second nature.
“You’re really quiet,” Sunghoon noted gently.
Sunoo hummed. “Feels nice.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.” Sunoo shifted slightly, turning his head just enough to nuzzle closer. “You always make things feel.. easier.”
Sunghoon’s chest felt tight in the best way. He dipped his head, brushing his lips along Sunoo’s hairline. “That’s my job.”
Sunoo smiled faintly. “You spoil me.”
Sunghoon laughed softly. “I take care of my baby. Big difference.”
Sunoo flushed instantly, heat creeping up his neck. “You say that like it’s nothing.”
Sunghoon leaned down, lips hovering near Sunoo’s ear. “It’s everything.”
Sunoo went still.
Sunghoon noticed and softened immediately, kissing his cheek, then the corner of his mouth—slow, unhurried, full of warmth rather than urgency. Sunoo melted into it with a quiet sigh, fingers curling into Sunghoon’s sleeve.
“Did I do something today?” Sunoo asked suddenly, voice small.
Sunghoon frowned. “What? No.”
Sunoo hesitated. “You’re just being extra sweet.”
Sunghoon’s hand stilled for a moment before resuming its gentle motion. “I don’t need a reason to love you.”
Sunoo’s throat tightened. “You make me feel really loved.”
Sunghoon didn’t joke this time. He tipped Sunoo’s chin up gently until their eyes met. “Because you are,” he said firmly. “You always have been.”
Sunoo blinked, overwhelmed in that quiet way that made his chest ache. He nodded once and leaned forward, pressing his forehead against Sunghoon’s shoulder.
Sunghoon wrapped both arms around him then, holding him close, rocking them just slightly. “You can rest,” he murmured. “I’m right here.”
Sunoo let himself go heavy against him, body trusting, safe. Sunghoon adjusted the blanket over his legs, tucking it around him carefully.
“Too warm?” Sunghoon asked.
Sunoo shook his head. “Perfect.”
“Hungry?” Sunghoon tried next.
Sunoo smiled sleepily. “You’re doing the checklist again.”
Sunghoon chuckled. “Gotta make sure my baby’s taken care of.”
Sunoo laughed softly, then yawned, the sound muffled against Sunghoon’s chest. “You’re too good to me.”
Sunghoon kissed the top of his head. “You deserve good things.”
They stayed there until the episode ended and the room grew quieter, the night settling around them. Eventually, Sunoo stirred, blinking awake a little more.
“What time is it?” he asked.
Sunghoon glanced at his phone. “Still early.”
Sunoo shifted, stretching slightly before settling back down. “We should probably get up soon.”
Sunghoon smiled, already knowing he wouldn’t be the one to move first. “Yeah,” he said easily. “Whenever you’re ready.”
Sunoo relaxed again, content, knowing he had nowhere else to be just yet.
Later that night, when they curled up in bed again, Sunoo tucked himself close without a word, head resting over Sunghoon’s heart.
“Hey,” Sunghoon murmured, kissing his hair. “You comfortable?”
Sunoo hummed, content. “I like it here.”
Sunghoon tightened his hold just slightly, pressing his lips to Sunoo’s forehead. “Good. Because you’re not going anywhere.”
Sunoo smiled, eyes already drifting shut.
Neither of them minded at all.