"Hongjoong," Seonghwa slurred, face flushed and eyes glossy after a few can of beer. Clinging to Hongjoong.
"Baby, you gonna show your kisses face now?" Hongjoong cooed in amusement, though he adored Seonghwa. He liked teasing the slightly older.
"Seriously though, are you ok?" He asked more serious this time, holding Seonghwa close despite already sitting on the floor.
"Yuyu and Yeo are fucking, let's have sex too. We're the only ones here anyways," Seonghwa pouted, eyes big and sparkly.
"We can do that, but only if you remember it tomorrow and we become boyfriend's," Hongjoong suggested.
"Ok,"
×
Hongjoong woke up to a empty bed the next morning, Seonghwa's warmth still lingering in the sheets and smelling like flowers. Hongjoong noticed the shower working a few second later when his mind woke up properly.
"Baby, are you there?" Hongjoong asked, voice groggy from just waking up, on top of being sore all over.
"Yeah, can't be naked and dirty all day," Seonghwa replied cheekily, the sound of running water accompanying his playful tone. "Besides, someone has to make sure you're not a night owl and fuck up your schedule."
Hongjoong chuckled, stretching out on the bed and reveling in the fading warmth of the sheets. His mind flickered back to the previous night, the laughter, the playful teasing, and, yes, the promise he had made. He felt a warmth spread in his chest at the memory of Seonghwa's eager eyes and soft pouts.
"Don't forget to wash your hair!" Hongjoong called out, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. He stood up cautiously, feeling the subtle ache in his limbs. "I'll get breakfast ready!"
"Okay! Just a minute!" Seonghwa shouted back, the sound of shampoo bottle cap clicking open echoing in the small bathroom.
Hongjoong made his way to the kitchen, grateful that the hazy fog of last night's drinks was lifting with the crisp morning air. He rummaged through the fridge, finding half the remnants of takeout and a sad-looking carton of eggs. As he worked on breakfast, his mind wandered again to Seonghwa; he could practically hear the soft notes of their laughter filling the apartment. The spontaneity of the night made him smile, but he was also feeling a gnawing anxiety.
What if Seonghwa didn’t remember? What if he didn’t want to be boyfriends anymore?
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Hongjoong murmured to himself, cracking eggs into a pan. “You're jumping in headfirst, and you know he can be a handful…”
“Ready for what?” Seonghwa's voice pulled him from his thoughts.
Hongjoong turned to find Seonghwa leaning against the doorframe, a towel precariously wrapped around his waist and water droplets glistening on his skin. Hongjoong felt his heart skip a beat at the sight; Seonghwa looked effortlessly gorgeous, even right after a shower.
“Oh, um, nothing!” Hongjoong stammered, turning back to the stove, desperately trying to hide the pink creeping up his neck. “Just thinking about breakfast!”
“Smells good,” Seonghwa smiled, and there was something in that smile that sent warmth radiating through Hongjoong.
He took a breath and steeled himself. “So, about last night…”
Seonghwa raised an eyebrow playfully. “What about it?”
Here goes nothing. “You know you agreed to be my boyfriend last night, right? After, um, the, uh, activities.” Hongjoong tried to sound casual, wishing his heart would stop racing so loudly.
The raised eyebrow turned into a full-blown grin. “I remember something like that. But maybe you have to convince me it’s still on.”
“Convince you?” Hongjoong chuckled nervously. “Yeah, okay. How about I whip up your favorite breakfast and—”
“That sounds great,” Seonghwa interrupted, stepping closer, a playful glint in his eyes. “But I might have a few conditions of my own.”
“Conditions?” Hongjoong felt his stomach twist with excitement and a bit of fear. “What kind of conditions?”
“Just a few little things,” Seonghwa said, stepping even closer, lowering his voice. “Like you have to kiss me every morning. And I get to choose our dates. Oh, and—”
Hongjoong tilted his head, cutting him off with a playful grin. “Okay, okay, I’m convinced. Just kiss me already, and we can negotiate those conditions afterward.”
Seonghwa laughed, and in that moment, Hongjoong felt everything snap into place. This was right; he liked this, no—he loved this, and he loved Seonghwa.
“Alright, deal,” Seonghwa said, closing the distance, and before Hongjoong could pull away, their lips met. It was soft and tender, laden with the promises of the morning.
When they pulled apart, both breathless, Seonghwa smirked. “Now, can we eat? I’m starving!”
“Fine,” Hongjoong laughed, returning to the stove and feeling lighter than he had in days. “But I expect a kiss every time I make breakfast from now on.”
With another sparkly-eyed smile, Seonghwa leaned against the counter, watching Hongjoong cook as the sunlight poured through the window.
“Sounds like a great plan, boyfriend.”
