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A pair of hands wrapped around Seungkwan’s small waist, a tiny wash of comfort flowing through his veins.
His boyfriend’s chin was tucked into the crook of his neck, and the soft breaths of the elder tickled it. The head placed a kiss on his shoulder, cold glasses softly scraping against Seungkwan’s skin, causing him to shiver.
Silence wrapped around the two, Seungkwan slowly rocking left and right to a rhythm that he was humming, Wonwoo quickly following along.
Said boyfriend sniffed the air and made a curious noise.
“What are you making?” Wonwoo asked, voice still clouded with sleep.
Seungkwan huffed, annoyance leaking into his words. “I’m trying to make oatmeal raisin cookies, but it doesn’t look right.”
“Can I see?”
“Sure,” Seungkwan says with a tilt of his head.
He drags them both to the oven, pulling the handle to reveal the cookies.
A pause.
“They look fine, bear,” Wonwoo said, and Seungkwan couldn’t hear a single hint of a lie.
“Really?” Seungkwan questioned, tilting his head at an awkward angle to look Wonwoo in the eye.
“Really,” Wonwoo confirmed with a nod, leaning in for a quick peck.
Seungkwan put a palm to his lips and shook his head.
“You haven’t brushed your teeth yet,” he reasoned.
The elder rolled his eyes, taking his time to detach his limbs from the younger.
“I’ll be back.”
“Good.”
When Seungkwan turned his back away from Wonwoo, he felt a light kiss on his nape, leaving a fluttering feeling in his chest.
“I’ll go now!”
“Please do,” Seungkwan muttered, fawning annoyance, but a smile settled on his face that had stayed as he continued baking throughout the morning.
A similar smile rested on his lover’s face as Wonwoo stared at himself in the mirror. Sleep-filled eyes gazed back, a little love still residing in them.