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When Soobin woke up the next day his head was pounding and he low-key regretted drinking as much as he did -- his body felt as if someone had dropped a piano on him or something and every single muscle in his body aches. He really was getting old, wasn't he?
There was already movement in their apartment --he heard music playing faintly in the living room and it also sounded as if Yeonjun was cooking something.
A small smile formed on his lips --it was sweet how the younger one tried, but he really hoped that he wouldn't accidentally set the whole place on fire or something.
With a low groan, he finally managed to drag himself out of bed --he still felt some of the rest alcohol in his blood and had to hold onto the door frame for a second so the room would stop spinning.
As he finally stepped into the living room he saw Yeonjun actually preparing breakfast --for some reason he didn't seem hangover at all. How in the name of god was he not hangover?
He watched Yeonjun for a few more moments --his hair was wet, he had apparently taken a shower just a few minutes ago and from what Soobin could say, he wasn't wearing any pants right now, which was nothing out of the ordinary; he had learned rather quickly that Yeonjun had a thing to walk around their apartment in just boxers and a loose shirt or in just his robe, much like right now.
The robe he wore was bright pink, with yellow sleeves and 'Wonder Woman' was written on the back -- it was one of the longer robes he owned, because it actually reached down to his calves. Yeonjun had a few more robes -- another one was a deep dark red and it was a lot shorter than the one he wore right now. It was so short that thanks to them Soobin had seen Yeonjun's thighs and some tattoos on his body for the first time.
That day Yeonjun had more than happily shown him all of his tattoos and even explained some of their meanings -- Soobin hadn't even realized how much meaning there could be behind a tattoo and after that, he appreciated Yeonjun's work even more.
Yeonjun finally moved away from the stove, turning around. He nearly jumped out of his skin as he spotted Soobin sitting on the bar stool -- he even put his hand on his chest as if to calm himself down from a heart attack. Soobin chuckled at that to which Yeonjun flicked some water in his face, which only made Soobin laugh even more.
"Oh, you are awake already? I am not done with the breakfast, yet. Why don't you go back to sleep for another twenty minutes or so and I bring you your breakfast?", Yeonjun sounded a bit pissed about getting spooked, but Soobin knew him better than that by now. He was only fake pissed, glaring at him like a kitten.
"Breakfast in bed?"
Yeonjun smiled smugly. "If you want to, it is your bed not mine. Have fun getting rid of the crumbs again."
"Well," Soobin jutted out his lower lip, sulking, "I don't want to eat alone."
