Only One For Me (A KaiSoo Fanfic)

Part I

A/N - This is the spin-off, if you will, of "Indebted To You." While it's not totally necessary to read that one first, it will help their relationship and some of the references make more sense, so I definitely recommend doing that first :)

Kyungsoo

Sometimes, I think that maybe we moved too fast. 

It wasn't that I didn't enjoy living with Kai. I loved it actually. I loved falling asleep in his arms and waking up to the sound of the soft snores he adamantly denied making. I loved when he surprised me with a home-cooked meal after a long day of work and classes. There were plenty of things I loved about living with my boyfriend, but with the good comes the bad, right?

They weren't bad things more so than annoying things. Like how he never cleaned the dishes after he used them or could never seem to remember to put the toilet seat down or close cabinets all the way. These things weren't deal breakers of course, and I had to partially blame myself for allowing him to keep doing those little things because I just cleaned up after him every time. We hadn't really even had our first argument yet, though, so I was afraid to nag too much. 

But if I didn't even comfortable enough to bring up the little things that bothered me to him yet, why were we living together?

I asked myself questions like that a lot, but again, I didn't bring it up to Kai. I didn't want him to get the wrong idea or think that I regretted moving in with him. It's just that sometimes, especially when I looked at Baekhyun and Chanyeol who were living separately but still seemed happy, I wondered if we should have waited a little longer. I mean, I didn't plan on breaking up with him any time soon, so there was no need to rush things. 

Kai didn't see it like that, though, I guess. I think he thought it would be better for me if I moved out of my parents' house considering that we never really sat down and talked through our issues after I "ran away." In some ways, he was right; I definitely don't feel as a suffocated in our place. In other ways, though, I think braving through a year or so more at my parents' house would have been worth it. At least that way, I would most likely have felt more emotionally confident to move in with Kai.

It was too late to turn back, though.

As I was making coffee in the kitchen one morning, checking the time on my watch every few seconds to make sure I wouldn't be late, I was startled a little when I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. 

"Mornin', baby," Kai mumbled sleepily into my shoulder blade.

"Morning, sleepyhead," I said, bending my arm so I could pet his head a few times. "Sleep okay?"

"Mhm," he hummed, sighing afterward. I chuckled; I always found him to be cute when he first woke up. "You have class today?" His chin was resting on my shoulder now

"Yep, it's the start of the new semester," I answered, feeling a hint of excitement coursing through me. "I just have three today and then I'm covering someone's shift at the book store for a couple of hours. But then I'm all yours."

"Good. I didn't think I'd make it with how many classes you were taking last semester."

I laughed. "Yeah, but the more I take now, the less I have to take later."

"Fair enough, but I still think I'm more important than your education."

"Of course, you are." I laughed again, this time turning around to gently pinch the pout on his lips. "What about you? Do you have any classes today?"