The Day We Wore Makeup + Other 'Bad' Things | [chanbaek / baekyeol]

Domestic

[date: 11/07/1987]

A weight lifted off of Baekhyun's chest, as Chanyeol adjusted to the light streaming in. Baekhyun blinked in the light, rubbing his eyes like a tired child. Chanyeol watched, leaning on one elbow.

"Good morning." He chuckled, fingers tracing his stomach.

He jumped, sitting up in bed, hand flying to his messed up hair.

"Oh my- what time is it?" He threw the blankets off of him and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Chanyeol grabbed his arm.

"It's Saturday." He chuckled, pulling him back beneath the blankets. He sighed in relief, sinking back into his warm embrace. The large comforter engulfed his body, along with the pair of lanky arms around him.

"Amazing. I love Saturdays." He hugged Chanyeol, wrapping a leg around him.

"You're like a koala!" Chanyeol laughed, running a hand across his bare thigh.

"I'm tired!" He whined, nestling against his chest.

"I'm hungry!"

Baekhyun scowled. Relenting, he removed his limbs from Chanyeol's warm body, crossing his arms.

"Go eat then."

"Baby," Chanyeol cooed, wrapping an around around him and kissing his temple softly, "want to come join me?" Baekhyun's heart hammered at that pet name. Who knew it could sound so sweet when the right person said it?

"Not really, I'm sleepy."

Chanyeol tickled his stomach, earning a smack from the older and a burst of laughter.

"Okay, I'm not tired! Just grumpy!"

"Knew it." Chanyeol pulled himself out of bed, stretching his body. Baekhyun sat up, admiring his broad shoulders and back. His boxers were loose and gray, making his skin look more tan than it already was.

"Chanyeolie-" he cried, "hand me my shirt, please." He waited at the edge of the bed, for his loyal lover to pick up the stray article of clothing from his otherwise clean floor, and held his boyfriend into it. Baekhyun stood up and followed him into the hall bath.

"You know," Chanyeol said, pulling out tooth brushes and paste, "I was going to offer one of my shirts," he took a step back as Baekhyun leaned, brushing over the sink. "But I have to admit, I like your idea better." Baekhyun's cheeks burned as he felt eyes on his backside. He had luckily chosen to wear a pair of fitted black pair of boxer's before their date and he did not regret it one bit.

"Hey, brush your teeth." He ordered.

"Where's the fire?" He teased, joining him at the sink.

"'Cuz, I want to kiss you, duh."

Chanyeol smiled at that, relishing in the domestic bliss; bumping elbows with the beautiful boy beside him, giggling and dampening each other's hair with water from the sink. His fingers ran through the red streaks, admiring how well they looked together.

"Have I mentioned how much I like your hair?"

"Good, because I was going to keep it anyway."

With that, they ran down to the kitchen, pushing each other roughly, until Chanyeol hoisted him onto the counter to kiss him.

"Now, eggs or pancakes?"

"Waffles!"

"Good choice." Baekhyun squirmed and fell onto the floor, going around, trying to help the shirtless chef, but failing at it.