( andrwon stuffs @camelehon <3 )
usually - what hyungwon wants he gets.
whether it’s big things like permission to pursue fashion and title as chief designer for pushBUTTON. he gets, he earns, because he tries. he tries and he learns and he uses all he has to make of himself, everything he wants to be.
there are smaller things. smaller in maybe comparison but bigger in other places. in heart for instance. some would say that in their situation it was a little reversed, whatever andrei wants he gets. because he works and grows and perseveres even without cards in his favor.
there are some things hyungwon didn’t want that have found his way to him, crushing reputations and cameras being the negative, big hands in his hair in the morning being the positive. he usually gets what he wants and avoids what he doesn’t.
all he wants right now is to fall back asleep.
but he can’t because the kitchen smell always reaches to the far corners of the bedroom, light bouncing from corner to corner, off her ruffles in the sheets, off empty spaces next to him and hwan’s fur curled into the covers. right now, the only negative is the lack of heat, a missing silhouette.
he wants to get up, feels a little sore kink in his back that could use some stretching. he needs to get up, he has a schedule today, not too extensive but always important. he should get up, andrei’s food is better eaten hot. but instead he curls back, lets hwan pad up to his chest and his body dip into the pillow and the sheets. still smells like cologne, could be him too, he smells of andrei’s cologne too and while he should take a shower he’ll stay put for now.
‘you’re still in bed.’
“i am.” he doesn’t even turn to the voice. knows that any view of andrei dressed and holding anything - kitchen utensils, the frying pan, coffee, hwan for heaven’s sake - will have him slinking out of bed. so he stays in his spot, curled and holding hwan who would betray him for a second if their spot wasn’t so warm.
‘you have meetings today don’t you?’
“you don’t right?”
that stumps andrei, hyungwon can hear it. because andrei is always quick, calculated and smooth but quick. hyungwon ears the shift, the press of his male’s hip against the wall.
‘i don’t.’
“then I don’t.”
he hears the laughter next, and is almost overcome with the need to have it beside him, against his ear, breath and all. that makes him huff small into the pillow. this, he’s still not used to. so far he’s good on acting on the impulses, the urges to just kiss and hug and pull when he wants. other times, when it’s just him and unprompted, it’s harder to act on. the need, is a little harder to admit.
‘you’re skipping your meetings today?’
“mhm.”
don’t ask why, is what he thinks next. don’t ask why, don’t ask why don’t -
'are you feeling okay?’
hyungwon’s so busy wishing for that, forming responses that don’t give him away, that he doesn’t hear the shuffle, or notice when hwan’s jumped from his cocoon. and it is a cocoon, a cocoon that andrei has to slip his hand past to rest his hand against hyungwon’s forehead.
he feels fine. physically. aside from the kink in his back and the rush of warmth that runs over his face, he feels fine. he’s fine.
‘you’re wrapped in covers, are you cold? ....are you sick?’
“i’m fine.” he knows how this will play out, andrei continuously checking him and eventually hyungwon spilling the reason for staying in bed. so he rises, moves his legs until they fall on the side of the bed and his face is pressed into andrei’s abdomen. “just tired.”
‘you move pretty fast for someone who’s tired.’ he hears the chuckle in andrei’s voice and suddenly hyungwon realizes there’s no hiding anything. there’s no even trying to. ‘you want to stay in bed don’t you?’ andrei’s hands are behind his ear now, playing with the hairs on his neck and making hyungwon curse ever admitting anything to him ever.
“no. i’m tired. I had a long night.” god forbid he decide to look up and see the smug look on andrei’s face. pass. instead he decides to enjoy the feeling, andrei’s fingers still warm from whatever he was cooking and his skin relishing in all it’s craved. even if it’s just in bits.
‘you’re tired yeah? i’ll let you go back to sleep.’ and andrei, damn him, tries to move back and hyungwon, of course every fiber of his body betrays him because his arms move. they’re quick to move and wrap around the other’s waist, quick to help press his face further and muffle all he needs to say.
“stay.”
‘you’re tired aren’t you?’
“i’m considering kicking you out.” hyungwon’ grumbling now, because he’s moved back, and the flush on his face is both annoyed and embarrassed. he’s moving back because andrei moves forward, letting hyungwon slide back under the covers and hovering over him. the feeling is instant, not satisfied but it’s there. andrei carries it with him and now it’s centimeters from it. hyungwon’s heart anticipates, and somehow, he feels it soften. feels his own scowl move bit by bit. especially after andrei leans down to kiss him. even more so the second time.
‘kick me out and you won’t be able to sleep will you?’
“i only missed you i don’t need you to fall asleep.” the response comes quicker than he’d like, not enough to cut it off, not enough to stop the exposure or the look andrei gives him as if he’s passed an exam he already had the answer key for.
‘you missed me.’
“you can irritate me or keep kissing me, your choice.”
andrei reads less into the roll of hyungwon’s eyes but the small purse on his lips and the tug of his fingers in andrei’s side. the only thing hyungwon wants to do, is kiss his boyfriend silly, kiss him warm and rough and fall asleep until his phone finally annoys him enough to answer. andrei knows and he obliges.
usually hyungwon gets what he wants, though with andrei, it’s often at the cost of a few things. a few embarrassing words and a little banter seems like a good payment for a day in.
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