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part 4

Chanyeol wakes up slowly, smelling the waffles. He stretches in bed slowly and enjoys the feeling of a full night sleep in his old bed, he moves a little bit, eyes closed and then touches something warm and soft under the blanket. He frowns, eyes closed and then mumbles.

“Whnnnat?”

“It’s my thigh,” a familiar voice says.

A rush of memories hits him and he sits up immediately, widening his eyes.

“Kyungsoo?!”

Kyungsoo is calmly typing on his laptop, sitting in the bed and he looks up to Chanyeol over his glasses. He’s not using any shorts, just his underwear, like Chanyeol.

“Yes?”

“Fuck,” Chanyeol lets out a breath, falling back to the bed. “You scared me to death. What are you doing? Breakfast is being served.”

“Writing emails,” he said, typing. “And waiting for you to wake up.”

“Are you working…?”

“Yes.”

“Didn’t you say that you wouldn’t…?”

“I said I didn’t need it,” Kyungsoo says, bored.

“Well, I don’t care,” Chanyeol sits up again and takes the laptop of his hands, lifting it. “You’re making me stay so you won’t work either.”

Kyungsoo stares at him for long seconds. His hair is messed up and it looks cute and soft. He’s not scary like that.

“Fine.”

“Don’t make this face,” Chanyeol smiles, giving the laptop back. “My mom’s food is the best in the entire world!”

Kyungsoo still has the same face while he’s dressing up and going to the kitchen. He holds Chanyeol’s arm.

“I didn’t know you had tattoos,” he mumbles.

“Maybe if you used the AC like a normal person, then I wouldn’t freeze in your office and I would use some nice, summer shirts,” Chanyeol says. “You could see my muscles. I would flex them all the time.”

“That wouldn’t be bad,” Kyungsoo says absently and Chanyeol does not have time to ask anything, because his dad finds them.

“Oh, I was going to check on your sister,” he says. “I hope she can leave hospital today. Your mother is cooking your favorite…”

“Ah, I can smell it,” Chanyeol points proudly to his nose. “I don’t think she’ll be home that early, dad. She spent a lot of time having a baby.”

“I guess if she doesn’t present any problems, she may be released tomorrow,” Kyungsoo says gently. “But Chanyeol is right, it’s a bit too soon.”

“Ah, I’m too anxious,” Chanyeol’s dad smiled. “But I’ll go see her anyway. Enjoy your breakfast.”

Chanyeol looks at Kyungsoo.

“So, all I gotta do is to bring you to my parents, so you can admit I’m right?”

“You’re right sometimes,” Kyungsoo frowns. “Don’t I say that?”

“Rarely,” Chanyeol teases him. “Normally you make me feel very dumb.”

“You’re not,” Kyungsoo says simply. “Otherwise, you wouldn’t be working with me.”

“That’s nice to hear,” Chanyeol says, passing an arm around him. “You should say that often.”

They enter the kitchen like that and Chanyeol enjoys how Kyungsoo’s face lightens when he sees the full table. There’s pie, juice, bread, waffles, pancakes… Chanyeol rubs his own belly.