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“Yoojin-gun~”
“Hmm…”
“Come on, don’t be grumpy. The sun’s been up for hours.”
Han Yoojin felt his hair being played with between fingers, twirled and twisted like it was some fidget toy. He lifted his head just enough from the pillow to open his eyes and squint at the bastard daring to wake him up.
“That’s a scary expression there… And here I just wanted to make sure you got breakfast before it cooled down, what a shame.” Sung Hyunjae sighed exaggeratedly and placed a hand on his chest. With the sunlight filtering in through the window with partially drawn curtains behind him, it looked like his golden hair was glowing.
“What time is it?” Han Yoojin grumbled and rubbed his eyes.
“Why don’t you get up and see?”
“Sung Hyunjae.” The man in question merely crinkled his eyes, which pissed Han Yoojin off. Really, seeing him first thing in the morning was no good for his blood pressure.
“Come on. If you’re asleep any longer, I’m afraid the young master may think I’ve done something terrible to you.”
“It’s terrible enough to wake me up,” Han Yoojin muttered even as he sat up. Sung Hyunjae chuckled at his attitude. Han Yoojin pushed himself up and out of bed and was immediately captured between firm arms. “Let go.”
“In a moment.” Sung Hyunjae brought his hands up to cup his face and used his thumbs to swipe the sleep crust from his eyes. Then he bent down and pressed a tender kiss to the crown of his head. “Good morning, sleepy.”
“...Good morning.” Han Yoojin had long since gotten used to gestures like these, so they didn’t fluster him anymore. Not at all. “Breakfast?”
“On the table, waiting for you.” Sung Hyunjae let his hands linger for a moment longer than strictly necessary before dropping them back to his sides. “Go brush your teeth, and it’ll still be there when you’re done.”
“Mn.”
Han Yoojin sleepily shuffled to the bathroom and Sung Hyunjae left the room to go back to the kitchen. He began to brush his teeth. While he did so, Peace found his way to the bathroom and hopped up on the counter, butting his head against Han Yoojin’s arm.
“Kkiang.”
“Goob mornin’, Peath-yah.” Han Yoojin mumbled around his toothbrush. He brought a hand up and scratched behind his ears affectionately. Peace bathed in the attention for a bit before Han Yoojin bent over to rinse his mouth of toothpaste.
He picked up Peace and carried him to the kitchen. There, Sung Hyunjae slid over a warm bowl of rice, kimchi, and egg. It was a simple breakfast, one he’d made many times before for Han Yoohyun when they were younger. Of course, he ignored it in favor of beelining to the coffee pot and pouring himself a cup.
“Ignoring my hard work, hm?” Han Yoojin heard him sigh dramatically, but he heard the playful note in his voice.
“What hard work? It’s just cooking. A basic life skill.” Han Yoojin set the coffee pot back in its place and blew on the surface of the drink so he didn’t burn himself when he took a sip. Peace squirmed in his arms, so he let go and heard a tiny thump as Peace landed on all fours on the ground. He glanced up and saw Chirpie perched on Sung Hyunjae’s head.
“If Yoojin-gun says so, then it is true.”
“I know I'm right; even Yoohyun-ie can cook.” Though he'd had to learn in order to not be poisoned…agh. Han Yoojin had some serious regrets about his relationship with his baby brother.
Sung Hyunjae slid into the seat across from Han Yoojin as he picked up his chopsticks and stirred his meal around. “Even so, this humble S-rank hopes you will enjoy his hard work.”
Han Yoojin rolled his eyes as he took a bite, but he wasn't that annoyed. Their banter had grown on him. He even enjoyed their weird roleplaying sometimes.
The flavor was great. The rice wasn't cooked a second too long and the kimchi was perfect. The yolk of the egg blended perfectly with everything. “It's acceptable,” he said.
“I'll work harder next time.”
Yoojin didn't reply, instead scooping up another bite of rice and eating it. He saw the fond look in Hyunjae’s eyes out of the corner of his eyes. He didn't roll his eyes, but he did lightly kick him under the table.
“Kkiang,” Peace said.
“Yeah, you tell him,” Yoojin grumbled. Hyunjae sighed in faux-disappointment.
“I work so hard to put food on my wife's plate, and she's not even grateful…”
“Who's your wife!” Yoojin stood, his chair skidding on the floor. “Hey, let's make this clear. In a marriage between us, you're the one wearing the dress.”
“Oh, my. Then should I wait at home for you to come back from work, ready to satisfy my husband’s whims?”
“You…” Yoojin caught his eye, and he couldn't help the way the corners of his mouth quirked up. “Ugh, shut up.” He sat back down and resumed eating.
“Hmm.” Under the table, Yoojin felt Hyunjae’s slippered foot nudge his own foot, pushing up the end of his pajama pants. “It makes me very happy to know that you've envisioned a future for us.”
Yoojin’s ears warmed up. He cleared his throat. “What, like you haven't?”
“Of course,” Hyunjae said in return. “Though to know the sentiment is returned, even as much as envisioning the wedding… Well, the feeling is exquisite.”
“...”
Yoojin felt the instinctive urge to snap at him to shut up. But, he felt that somehow, it would be out of place here. Now, in this moment, Hyunjae had stripped away all the layers of their usual interactions, the banter and the roleplay, and handed Yoojin his heart on a silver platter.
Yoojin stirred the rice with his chopsticks. “Well, it's just a hypothetical. There's a lot of stuff to do before I even consider things like that.”
“Mn, of course. My Yoojin is very diligent.” Hyunjae propped his chin up on his hand. “But I suppose I should start working towards the end goal now if I want it, hm?”
“I'll make you work hard for it,” Yoojin confirmed, holding out his hand as Chirpie jumped from Hyunjae’s head, wanting Yoojin’s attention. He gently pet his feathers.
“Only the best for my partner.”
…
“So, for my dress, would you prefer lace or ruffles?”
“Oh my god.”