He dodged it by millimeters.
“The fuck—”
“’Stoo early to be sentimental,” Haneul mumbled, eyes still closed. “Try that again and I’ll break your mouth.”
“You love my mouth.”
“Mmm. Not at six-fucking-thirty in the morning.”
Seungho snorted and rolled out of bed.
“I’m making breakfast. Sit up or starve.”
“I choose starvation,” Haneul called, already flopping deeper into the blanket like a sea creature burrowing for warmth.
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Ten minutes later, the kitchen smelled of batter and salt.
Seungho stood over the stove shirtless, soft charcoal pajama pants slung low on his hips, one hand frowning into a skillet as if it had personally offended him. The bacon sizzled angrily. Steam coiled up from the pancake batter. He moved with deliberate focus—spatula in one hand, mug of coffee halfway to his lips in the other—as if he were assembling something dangerous, not just breakfast.
He didn’t hear Haneul at first.
Only noticed when bare arms snaked around his waist from behind, a cold nose pressed teasingly between his shoulder blades.
“You’re trying to seduce me with food,” Haneul murmured, voice rough with sleep and still smiling.
“You’re trying to seduce me in your underwear,” Seungho replied without missing a beat.
“I was born seductive.”
“You were born with too much attitude.”
“And you like it.”
Haneul hooked a finger into the waistband of Seungho’s pants. The gesture was light, confident, familiar in that way only mornings like that allowed.
Seungho set down the spatula and turned, pinning him to the counter with his hip. One hand slid low, gripping the curve of Haneul’s thigh. The other moved up his back, slow, firm—like tracing something memorized long ago but never quite explained. His eyes flicked to the long end of Haneul’s braid, the swell of his mouth.
“You smell like sleep and sin,” Seungho said.
“You smell like need,” Haneul replied, voice brushing his collarbone like a dare.
They didn’t speak again.
Seungho kissed him—hard, open, claiming. One hand spread flat over the small of Haneul’s back, the other gripping his ass with enough force to leave a message there for the rest of the day.
Haneul gasped.
The bacon hissed, a sharp snap of sound.
Seungho bit his lip and growled against it.
“Breakfast first.”
“You were the one groping me!”
“You started it.”
