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J.YH - Peculiar Interests 🔞

The sunlight sneaks into your bedroom through the curtains as it enlightens the space between four walls where you lie in the comfort of your beddings. You mindlessly stare at the ceiling, trying to adjust to your surroundings, but the scent of sweet pancakes looming into the room awakens your senses and you force yourself off the bed.

Walking into your living room which houses the open kitchen, you see your boyfriend cooking. He has an apron tied to his waist, the one he brought last weekend to clean the squids and his face is flushed due to heat from the pan. He wipes the sweat off his forehead with his forearm and pours some batter onto the pan.

"Hmm, guess someone was rather hungry this morning." you hum, brushing your hair with your fingers.

"All I ate was you, last night." he complains, as his eyes stalk your outfit from head to toe, which consists of his t-shirt and your lace panties. "and the evidence is still present." he smirks, flipping the pancake and winking in your direction. Cheeky little bastard.

"Oh shut up, we're gonna get a noise complaint if we keep this up." you blush at last night's memory as you step into the kitchen.

"God, you sound awful please." he says clenching his teeth, as if cringing at your moans, which he definitely enjoyed hearing last night. Walking towards the refrigerator, you open the door to grab something sweet.

"Yeah, you say that and yet you record it." The look on his face is everything you expected; surprise and concern. The strawberry jam bottle looks delicious at the moment, so you grab it, knocking open the cap.

"You did not go through my phone-" he says in a shuttering tone, as his lips and the hand holding a ladle tremble.

"It was mingi." you say, licking the strawberry jam off your fingers and giving him a smile.

"Remind me why you are friends in the first place?" he sighs, pouring half-a-ladle of batter onto the pan after placing the cooked pancake on the plate.

"To simp over your insanely handsome ass?" you reply, wiping your fingers on his apron and closing the jar before placing it on the counter.

"I swear to god, you both are going to be the end of me." he groans, nudging you away with his elbow. "Where are your manners? Whoosh away."

"Aww, my dear yuyu, who's going to wake you up then?" you ask him, tracing your finger across his face as he scrunches his eyebrows when it gets dangerously close to his eyes. "Bet you'll sleep till the world ends, sleepy head." you mess up his fluffy morning hair even more and he gives you 'I'm going to kill you' eyes.

"A thing called alarm exists, dumbo." he adds in, to save himself from your wrath of spreading strawberry jam on his face.

"As if you can even hear it." you roll your eyes, bending forward to grab the sugar container over the stove but your boyfriend has the audacity to interrupt and tear you away before even reaching it. Your joy crashes down and the pan does next as you both move away, avoiding any injury. "You are never cooking again, you dumb giant.'' his smile drops when he spots disappointment in your eyes.

Yunho helps you clean up the oil splattered on the floor while almost slipping on it. When you are done, you both flop down on the couch, forgetting the pancakes until he brings them over and feeds you as an apology.

It isn't late when you notice red marks on your wrist. "Look at what you did." you say, stuffing your hand in front of his face.

"I'm sorry" he hurries to press kisses on his handprint.

"It's okie, I kinda like it." you nonchalantly say, admiring the red mark decorating your wrist.

"How much kinkier can you get?" He spreads some honey on the mark to help the scar, which he saw somewhere.