PLAYBOY - Kihyuk

26 ~ Playboy

Kihyun POV

"Goodmorning, cutie!", I hear Minhyuks sleepy voice whisper as I slowly open up my eyes.

"Morning, Minhyuk", I mumble as answer.

Minhyuk strokes some hair out of my face. "Did you sleep well?"

"Mhm", I reply, looking into his eyes. I still can't really believe last night really happened.

Wait, are we together now? Am I Lee Minhyuks boyfriend?
The thought that would have made me shiver about a week ago, now brings a warm feeling to my chest.

But he isn't my boyfriend, I realize. He isn't. And with his fucking commitment issues I can't see that happening anytime soon...

"Can you walk, cutie?", Minhyuk asks, interrupting my thoughts.

"Me?", I question. "Can you walk?"

"Of course", Minhyuk answers, rolling his eyes. "You didn't go that hard, y'know?"
He doesn't stand up to prove his point though.

I sigh. "Do you want me to make breakfast? Or are you just gonna have a drink with Jooheon at the bar like you usually do eight o'clock in the morning?"

Minhyuk laughs. "Can't we just have the hotel breakfast?"

"Why?", I ask. "We have a kitchen in here and I'm a good chef! Don't you trust me?"

"Not at all", Minhyuk answers, laughing. "Just make something simple, okay?"

"I'll make sandwiches", I state. "Want breakfast in bed?"

"If your name is breakfast, then yes", Minhyuk says with a playful smirk on his lips.

"At the table then", I sigh, rolling my eyes.
Oh my god... How did I even end up falling for this idiot?

Minhyuk POV

I watch him from the breakfast table as he fixes the sandwiches.
After my failed attempt to flirt, the idea of breakfast in bed was off the table.

Kihyun puts down two sandwiches on the breakfast table. "Hope you like it. And don't you dare complain about my cooking."

I'm just about to take a bite when I notice. There are fucking cucumbers on the sandwich!

"Kihyunnn", I whine. "I hate cucumbers...!"

"They literally have no taste!", Kihyun exclaims. "How can you hate them?"

"I don't know", I answer. "They're just disgusting..."

Kihyun looks pissed. "Oh really? Wanna put them on my plate? Like a 5-year-old?"

"No...", I mumble in response.

Kihyun sighs. "Well, if you won't eat it, I might just have to sit in your lap and feed you myself."

I stare at him in surprise. "Please- I mean, uhm, I wouldn't mind that..."

"What-", Kihyun says, his face getting redder. "I'm not actually doing that!"

"Why not?"

"Do you want me to shove it down your throat?", Kihyun questions with an annoyed expression.