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Their Day

On Saturday, Their Day, Hongjoong wakes him up with soft kisses on his neck and a sleepy morning voice calling "babe" until Seonghwa shifts into consciousness.

When he opens his eyes, blinking the fog out of them, he finds himself on his back, Hongjoong on his side, one of his legs thrown over Seonghwa's.

Seonghwa's struck by the contrast of his black hair against his pale skin, his freckles, how sleep makes his cat-like eyes look.

Seonghwa doesn't say anything, too sleepy and voice too scratchy.

He just smiles.

Hongjoong's the first to break the silence, eyes still closed.

"Morning, baby," Hongjoong mumbles, his lips pouting around his words.

He nuzzles into Seonghwa's neck again.

Seonghwa dozes off a bit while Hongjoong lazily drags his lips over his skin, warm to the touch and soothing.

"I was gonna get up and make you surprise waffles, but I'm too sleepy," he whines.

"It's the thought that counts," Seonghwa says through a smile, carding his fingers through Hongjoong's hair. "Is today supposed to be special, then?"

Hongjoong lifts his head and looks at him like he's crazy, his face scrunching up.

"Ya, are you kidding me? It's Our Day!"

Seonghwa laughs, barely able to get his words out.

Hongjoong's face scrunches up even more in appall.

"N-no, babe, I know what day it is, oh my god." He giggles, and it sounds squeakier than usual this soon after waking up.

Hongjoong rolls his eyes once he realizes he's being laughed at.

"I mean, are we not just going to stay in bed in our pajamas all day?"

"No," Hongjoong scoffs, flicking his hair out of his eyes rather dramatically, "I have plans."

"Plans?" Seonghwa can't remember the last time Hongjoong made 'plans.'

"Plans," he nods.

Hongjoong does make them waffles while Seonghwa takes a long shower.

They've got chocolate chips in them, and Seonghwa only has half of one because he knows he'll feel gross if he eats any more than that.

He's still not used to eating such decadent food.

Hongjoong smiles as they wash the dishes, dancing horribly to the record playing—some weird synth-pop-jazz thing San had found at a second hand store.

Seonghwa soon learns that he's apparently not allowed to know the 'plans,' which makes him excited and anticipative.

The only information he gets is that he should wear good shoes for walking, and dress comfortably but also 'nice.'

('Nice how?' 'Like... like comfortable, but also like you might bump into, I don't know, Kim Woo Bin, and you want to make a good impression.' 'Kim Woo Bin? I'm definitely wearing those skinny jeans that make my ass look good, then-' 'Yah!')

Seonghwa does end up wearing the skinny jeans that make his ass look good, along with an incredibly soft white turtleneck, and his favourite tan-colored coat.

Hongjoong tells him he looks like an angel, which succeeds in making Seonghwa blush and roll his eyes, and ruffles his still-drying hair before leading him outside.

By the time they've decided to walk instead of taking the bus, since it's uncharacteristically nice outside for a Saturday in December and the air is free of fine dust and smells sweet, they're stuffed with waffles and it's one in the afternoon.