Yeonjun was in a grumpy mood when he woke up. He wasn't yet used to wake up without his maid offering him hi morning coffee and setting up his breakfast. He sighed in frustration and went to the kitchen.
Intent on making breakfast, Beomgyu set about gathering ingredients from the pantry, his movements slow and deliberate as he navigated the familiar space. He hummed softly to himself as he chopped vegetables and cracked eggs into a skillet, lost in the simple joy of cooking.
But just as Beomgyu was about to flip a pancake, the peace and quiet of the morning was shattered by the sound of footsteps echoing through the apartment. Startled, Beomgyu turned to see Yeonjun stumbling into the kitchen, his hair disheveled and his eyes bleary with sleep.
"Good morning, Yeonjun," Beomgyu greeted him with a warm smile, though there was a hint of amusement in his eyes at Yeonjun's disheveled appearance.
Yeonjun grunted in response, his irritation evident as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "What's so good about it?" he muttered, his tone grumpy.
Undeterred by Yeonjun's sour mood, Beomgyu continued to work on breakfast, flipping pancakes and sizzling bacon with practiced ease. "I thought I'd make breakfast for us," he explained, his tone light but tinged with concern.
"You know, since we don't have any servants here."
Yeonjun's eyes widened in surprise at the mention of servants, a pang of longing flashing across his features. "Ugh, don't remind me," he groaned, his frustration evident. "I miss having someone to cook and clean for me."
But as Yeonjun glanced over at Beomgyu, his irritation faded, replaced by a different kind of appreciation. Beomgyu stood before him, a picture of domesticity, his hair pulled back into a messy ponytail and flour dusting his cheeks. And in that moment, Yeonjun couldn't help but be captivated by the sight.
"You know," Yeonjun began, his tone teasing as he sauntered over to where Beomgyu stood at the stove. "I could get used to waking up to this every morning."
Beomgyu raised an eyebrow at Yeonjun's sudden flirtation, though there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"Is that so?" he replied, his tone playful. "Well, you'll have to get used to making your own breakfast, because I'm not your personal chef."
Yeonjun chuckled at Beomgyu's playful retort, his heart lighter than it had been in weeks. "Fair enough," he conceded, though there was a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.
With breakfast cooked and plated, Beomgyu and Yeonjun settled at the small dining table in the apartment. The morning sun streamed in through the window, casting a warm glow over the scene and adding to the cozy atmosphere.
As they began to eat, Beomgyu couldn't help but notice the way Yeonjun's eyes lingered on him, a playful glint dancing in their depths. Sensing the opportunity for some lighthearted banter, Beomgyu flashed Yeonjun a teasing grin.
"Enjoying the view?" Beomgyu quipped, his tone light but filled with playful mischief as he gestured to the spread of food before them.
Yeonjun chuckled, his lips curling into a smirk as he met Beomgyu's gaze. "I could say the same to you," he replied, his voice low and tinged with flirtation as he returned the teasing.
Beomgyu's cheeks flushed at the unexpected compliment, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he basked in the warmth of Yeonjun's attention. "Flattery will get you nowhere," he teased, though there was a hint of fondness in his voice.
Yeonjun raised an eyebrow in mock innocence, though his eyes sparkled with mischief. "Oh, I don't know about that," he replied, his tone dripping with playful charm.
"I've been known to charm my way into all sorts of places."
Beomgyu laughed at Yeonjun's audaciousness, the sound light and carefree as it filled the air between them.
"Is that so?" he quipped, his tone teasing but filled with genuine amusement. "Well, I suppose I'll just have to keep my guard up around you, then."
Yeonjun grinned in response, his eyes alight with playful energy as he leaned in closer to Beomgyu.
"Or you could just give in to the inevitable," he suggested, his voice low and tinged with flirtation as he met Beomgyu's gaze with unwavering intensity.
Beomgyu's heart fluttered at the intensity of Yeonjun's gaze, a warmth spreading through him at the realization that perhaps, just perhaps, there was more to their playful banter than met the eye.
"Maybe I will," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned in closer to Yeonjun, their lips mere inches apart.
Yeonjun suddenly begun, coming back, "Would it be alright if bring someone here?"
