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Gunwoo was always the first to wake up.
He was an early riser by nature, waking up to the delicious smell of rolled omelets, kimchi and rice made by his mother in the mornings. He loved when his mother made him a big breakfast. It meant that his father wouldn't be back anytime soon, and that they could spend the entire day together without him yelling about their finances or how "useless" his mother was. It meant that they could do whatever they wanted, enjoy a tasty meal together, and maybe even watch one of those old historical movies that she liked. Gunwoo wouldn't understand a thing that was going on, but he got to cuddle up with his mother, hug her close, see her smile.
That was worth more than anything in the world.
Gunwoo has felt loved all his life. No matter how poor him and his mother were, no matter how scary his father was, no matter how hard things were, Gunwoo never knew it. Gunwoo never knew how hard they had it, because his mother never let him see the things that she had to endure for them to survive. She showered him with so much love and affection, that he had no choice but to see the good in everything that they had. He didn't know how poor they were, he didn't know that his mother was scared day in and day out.
Gunwoo wants Woojin to be happy, to feel loved. Woojin didn't really need much to be happy. He was a very simple man. He loved food, he loved boxing, and he loved Gunwoo. See? Simple.
But this morning, Gunwoo wanted Woojin to know how happy he made him.
Gunwoo peels himself from Woojin's body, the older man's limbs heavy from the dead weight of sleep and strewn across his body. Gunwoo quietly chuckles as he stretches his arms above his head with a yawn. He stands up, bones cracking slightly as he laughs again, Woojin's snoring loudly as he takes Gunwoo's pillow as his replacement.
Gunwoo washes up quickly before heading to the kitchen, a damp towel around his neck that he uses to dry his fluffy hair. He starts the rice cooker up before finding a few other pots and pans that he would need to get started. He cracks a few eggs before beating them with milk and pouring them into the hot pan that sizzles on the stove. His rolled omelets have nothing on his mother's, but she taught him a thing or two. Soon, the kitchen smells of kimchi stew and scallion pancakes. He spoons some rice into two bowls, as well as the stew. He flips the pancakes and omelets onto two other plates before going to the fridge to find the carton of iced coffee. Woojin hates hot coffee, especially if it's too bitter. Even in the wintertime, the boxer wouldn't be caught dead with a hot cup of coffee. Gunwoo doesn't mind it too much, not being very picky about his food or beverages, but he likes how different him and Woojin are from one another. Everything that he, Kim Gunwoo is missing, Woojin just is. Woojin is light, pure joy and laughter, and he makes Gunwoo so happy.
Gunwoo hopes that this is enough for Woojin to see that.
As Gunwoo is starting to clean up and wash the dishes, patiently waiting for the food to cool down, he hears the familiar sounds of feet, tapping against the wooden floorboards. Gunwoo smiles, his heart fluttering as he hears Woojin yawning and groaning. A pair of strong, warm arms wrap around Gunwoo's waist, gentle curls tickling at his ears and jaw. Woojin gently pecks his cheek, moaning quietly as he buries his face in the crook of Gunwoo's neck. Gunwoo hums, turning himself in Woojin's grasp before throwing his arms around the older man's neck. He hugs Woojin tight, sinking into his warmth and closing his eyes. Gunwoo giggles as Woojin holds him even tighter, his hair nipping at Gunwoo's skin. Gunwoo cards his fingers through Woojin's soft curls. They smell faintly of shampoo and hair mousse, course and feathery in Guwoo's hands. Woojin wraps his arms around Gunwoo's waist, kissing his neck one more time.
"Smells so good in 'ere Gunwoo-ah." Woojin murmurs, still a bit delirious from sleep. Gunwoo laughs, his eyes still closed as he basks in Woojin's warmth and scent.
"I wanted to make you breakfast..." Gunwoo says softly, his cheek pressed against Woojin's. When saying it out loud, Gunwoo is almost a little shy. Was this too much? Did he go overboard?
Maybe not, considering how Woojin giggles against him before lifting his head and kissing him gently.
"Thank you, Gunwoo-ah."
Gunwoo smiles brightly, his lips still curved into a smile as he presses them against Woojin's. His lips are a little chapped, but the kiss is still soft and gentle, Woojin deepening the kiss lovingly, rousing himself out of his sleepy state. Gunwoo hums into the kiss, his fingers digging into Woojin's hair. Gunwoo breaks the kiss, only to laugh when Woojin whines, leaning forward with a pout so that they can keep kissing. Gunwoo pecks him quickly, to satisfy him for the moment.
"You need to eat. We have a long day today." Gunwoo says. Not only do they have to go on their usual morning jog, but they have a lot of things going on in the boxing gym. Woojin has a few kids' classes to teach, and Gunwoo has a few private sessions. He also promised his mother that they would help her move some of the furniture around in the cafe. They have a long day ahead of them.
And Gunwoo cannot wait to spend it with Woojin.
Woojin whines again, burying his face into Gunwoo's neck as he gives a fake, dramatic sob. Gunwoo throws his head back with a laugh, halfheartedly trying to push Woojin away but failing miserably.
"Hyung, I thought you said I was the clingy one in the morning." He teases. Woojin bites his shoulder playfully, laughing at the way that it catches Gunwoo off guard, the younger man murmuring a small ow.
"Let's just eat and go back to bed. We can reschedule the classes to tomorrow." Woojin begs, but Gunwoo just ruffles his hair. As tempting as the offer is, people are depending on them. That is something that still hasn't changed since their fight with Smile Capital. At least this time, their lives aren't in danger.
Who would have known that such a gruesome and impossible situation, would end with Gunwoo being so happy?
"No, hyung. Now let's eat." Gunwoo seals the deal with one last kiss. He ignores the way that Woojin cries, following him like a kicked and dejected puppy. They eat in relative silence, until Woojin has a few sips of coffee, and he is back to his talkative, vibrant self. Gunwoo feels no need to talk. He could listen to Woojin talk for hours, and he really wouldn't mind it.
After breakfast, the two boxers go on their morning jog, before returning to the gym to train their members. Woojin finds every private moment that he can to kiss Gunwoo sweetly.
Gunwoo hopes for many more mornings, just like this one.