🅱🅴🅾🅼🅹🆄🅽
🔞 ¹⁸⁺ | ᴰʳᵃᵐᵃ | ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿᶜᵉ
From playboy to loving boyfriend. This is the development Choi Yeonjun has made recently. Eight months have passed in which he has a happy relationship with his soulmate Choi Beomgyu. And the florist could not...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"This tastes delicious even when it's cold, I swear," Yeonjun said with the rack on his lap and dressed only in boxer shorts. He sipped his coffee while his boyfriend watched him eat. The latter was lying naked and snuggled under the covers next to him. And by sitting upright in bed, Beomgyu let his fingertips wander lightly over the latter's lower back. "Are the fried eggs a little burnt?", Yeonjun then chuckled as he took a bite and put the fried egg back on the plate with the chopsticks.
"Just a little," the dark-haired boy murmured softly, not interrupting his petting. Smiling, Beomgyu turned his head. "I'll try my best to improve my cooking. But I told you, you don't have to eat them anymore."
Yeonjun shrugged, then gently stroked the prone boy's arm with his hand. "If your food wasn't at least a little salty, I'd be worried," he grinned, shoveling more of the fried egg into his mouth.
Beomgyu screwed up his face.
"But it's not good for your stomach," he complained to himself. It would definitely be better for Yeonjun if he could cook like Taehyun, and it would also be better if he could just call his best friend to come over and cook for them. Unfortunately only, he was staying with his sister at the moment and was a bit out of reach. "Have you checked to see who called you yet?" added Beomgyu, because then he was interested in who had tried to interrupt them.
Yeonjun shook his head, then leaned over Beomgyu for a moment to reach for his cell phone on the nightstand. "It was In," he said as he chewed to unlock it. "I'll call him back later."
Smirking, Beomgyu turned on his back. "You're really taking your time today," the younger man joked.
Grinning, the older leaned down to give him a kiss on the chest. "Nothing's running away from me, is it?" he mumbled against the soft skin, straightening back up to eat the last piece of toast.
"I'm sure it's not," the 25-year-old mumbled, completely exhausted and could have fallen asleep at any moment.
"You can take another nap too," Yeonjun muffled his voice, stroking his boyfriend's stomach. It was visibly exhausting for the 25-year-old to keep his eyes open and his look also indicated that he was about to fall asleep. And the latter also gave a short, low growl, kept his eyes closed and began to doze while his friend ate his cold breakfast in peace.
