# 🪥 | 𝒦iss ℳe ℒater.
장면: You wake up to an empty bed, only to find Seonghyeon standing in front of the bathroom mirror, toothbrush in his mouth and phone in hand, shamelessly taking a selfie in the middle of brushing his teeth. Teasing him turns into a playful morning routine, complete with sleepy hugs, stolen glances, and one promise he refuses to break...
No kisses until he finishes brushing.
𝟐,𝟓𝟒𝟕 / 𝟏𝟓,𝟏𝟗𝟒 ✶ 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧 x 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ★ cool in selfies. hopeless around you.
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : fluff. established relationship. domestic mornings. bathroom mirror selfies. sleepy reader. playful teasing. cooking breakfast together. forehead touches. soft kisses. boyfriend seonghyeon. no plot, just two people hopelessly in love.
a/n : fun fact: this entire fic exists because i saw one picture of seonghyeon brushing his teeth. that's it. that's literally the origin story. i don't know either. kisses >ᴗ<
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✉️ 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐥𝐨 : does anyone want to be tagged in one of my stories? 🥹 don't be scared c'mon tell me ☝🏻☝🏻
` 𓍼🌻 𝐞𝐥𝐨'𝐬 𝐲𝐚𝐩 "What is the thought process of writers who write romance stories but are single?" idk man. I'm the only single person in our cof 💔
The first thing you noticed when you woke up was the empty space beside you.
Your hand instinctively reached across the mattress, fingertips brushing over cool sheets instead of the familiar warmth you were expecting.
"...Hm."
You blinked a few times, still too sleepy to fully process it.
Seonghyeon was usually the one who woke up first, but he almost never left the bed without pulling you a little closer first. If anything, he'd stay there for another ten minutes just because you were still asleep beside him.
Today, though...
Nothing.
You slowly pushed yourself upright, rubbing one eye with the sleeve of your oversized shirt before looking around the bedroom.
The curtains were only halfway open, letting soft morning sunlight spill across the wooden floor. The apartment was unusually quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioner.
"...Seonghyeon?"
No answer.
You stretched lazily before sliding off the bed, dragging your feet across the floor as you wandered out of the bedroom.
The kitchen was empty.
No breakfast.
No coffee.
Not even the sound of the kettle.
"...Where did he go?"
You frowned.
It wasn't like him to leave without saying anything.
As you continued down the hallway, a faint sound finally reached your ears.
A quiet electric buzzing.
Followed by running water.
"...Bathroom?"
You padded toward the slightly opened door, curiosity getting the better of you.
The moment you peeked inside...
"..."
"...Seriously?"
There he was.
Standing in front of the bathroom mirror with his hair still messy from sleep, an oversized white shirt hanging loosely over gray sweatpants.
A toothbrush rested between his lips.
Instead of brushing...
He was holding his phone up with one hand, angling it just enough to catch the morning light pouring through the small frosted window.
Tap.
Another picture.
He tilted his head slightly.
Tap.
"..."
You leaned against the doorframe, watching in complete silence.
Tap.
"...Seonghyeon."
He froze.
Slowly, his eyes lifted from the screen until they met yours through the mirror.
Neither of you said anything.
Then...
Without taking the toothbrush out of his mouth...
He gave you an awkward little wave.
You couldn't hold it in anymore.
A laugh slipped out almost immediately.
"Did you seriously stop brushing your teeth just to take selfies?"
He blinked once before casually shrugging.
Like it wasn't strange at all.
You walked into the bathroom, folding your arms across your chest.
"I leave you alone for five minutes and you're having a photoshoot?"
He looked back at the mirror, studying the picture on his screen before turning it toward you.
The angle actually wasn't bad.
"...Not terrible," you admitted.
His eyes noticeably brightened.
Then, finally pulling the toothbrush from his mouth, he spoke.
"I wanted to send you one."
"You..."
You stared at him.
"...Wanted to send me a picture?"
He nodded as though the answer was obvious.
"You were sleeping."
"So?"
"I didn't want to wake you."
"...So instead..."
"I took a selfie."
"...While brushing your teeth."
"...Yeah."
A laugh escaped you again.
"You are unbelievable."
He only smiled before slipping the toothbrush back into his mouth, continuing to brush as if the conversation had never happened.
You watched him for another moment.
Even half-awake, standing there with toothpaste foam at the corner of his lips and his hair sticking up in every direction...
He somehow still looked ridiculously handsome.
Which was honestly unfair.
"You know..." you mumbled.
He glanced over.
"...Most people finish brushing first."
"Hm?"
"Then take the selfie."
He considered it for exactly two seconds before shaking his head.
"No."
"No?"
"The lighting changes."
"..."
"...You're impossible."
He gave you an innocent smile through the mirror.
You rolled your eyes, though the smile tugging at your own lips completely betrayed you.
Crossing the small distance between you, you stopped just behind him.
For a second, neither of you spoke.
You simply looked at his reflection.
He looked at yours.
Then, almost without thinking, you wrapped your arms loosely around his waist.
The movement caught him slightly off guard.
His brushing slowed.
"...Morning," you mumbled against his back.
A soft sound escaped him.
More of a hum than a reply.
His free hand instinctively settled over yours, thumb lazily tracing the back of your fingers while he continued brushing with the other.
No teasing.
No dramatic reaction.
Just quiet comfort.
You rested your cheek against the back of his shoulder, eyes slowly drifting closed again.
"...You're warm."
His shoulders bounced slightly with a silent chuckle.
Still brushing.
Still holding your hand.
The apartment remained peaceful.
Only the soft brushing sounds, the occasional drip from the faucet, and the steady rhythm of both your breathing filled the room.
It wasn't exciting.
Nothing extraordinary was happening.
Yet somehow...
These quiet mornings always became your favorite part of the day.
Because moments like this reminded you that love didn't always have to be grand gestures or elaborate dates.
Sometimes...
It looked like your boyfriend brushing his teeth while letting you cling to him from behind.
And somehow...
That was more than enough.
Eventually, Seonghyeon reached over to the sink, rinsing the toothbrush before setting it back in its holder.
He splashed a handful of cold water onto his face, blinking a few times as droplets rolled down his jaw.
You stayed exactly where you were.
Your arms were still loosely wrapped around his waist.
"...Comfortable?" he asked, grabbing a towel.
"Mhm."
"You've been using me as a pillow for five minutes."
"You smell nice."
He paused mid-motion.
"...I smell like toothpaste."
"And?"
"...Mint."
"I like mint."
A quiet laugh escaped him as he patted his face dry.
"You have strange standards."
"You've known that."
"I have."
He hung the towel back on its hook before turning around to face you.
The moment he did, your arms naturally slid from around his waist to rest around his neck instead.
Neither of you moved.
You simply looked at each other.
His damp hair curled slightly over his forehead from the water he'd splashed on himself, and tiny droplets still clung to the ends.
Without thinking, you reached up and brushed one away with your thumb.
"There."
"...Thanks."
You smiled.
"So..."
He tilted his head.
"What?"
"You interrupted my very important photoshoot."
You stared at him in disbelief.
"...You're serious?"
"I got two good pictures."
"Only two?"
"I deleted the other eight."
"You took ten?"
"Twelve."
"..."
"...One had bad lighting."
You burst into laughter.
"Twelve selfies before eight in the morning?"
"I was experimenting."
"With what?"
"Angles."
"You've lost it."
He shrugged.
"I was bored."
"You literally have me."
"I know."
"So why are you taking mirror selfies?"
He looked at you for a second before unlocking his phone.
Without saying anything, he held the screen toward you.
There it was.
A chat window.
Your chat window.
Unsurprisingly, there were dozens of pictures you'd both sent each other over the past few months.
Random sunsets.
Funny stickers.
Your failed attempts at making pancakes.
His gym selfies.
Your grocery haul.
A blurry picture of the two of you laughing so hard the camera couldn't focus.
Then...
The newest photo.
The one he'd just taken.
He tapped "send."
Your phone buzzed in your pocket almost immediately.
You pulled it out.
Seonghyeon
«good morning :)»
You looked back up at him.
"...You could've just walked into the bedroom."
"I could've."
"And said good morning."
"I could've."
"...Instead you texted me from the bathroom."
"I did."
"..."
"...I think it's cute."
You stared at him for another second before shaking your head with a smile.
"You're unbelievable."
"But you smiled."
"..."
"...That's not the point."
"It kind of is."
You couldn't even argue.
Because he was right.
You had smiled.
"You're lucky you're handsome."
"I know."
"Wow."
"I'm kidding."
"You better be."
"I am."
His grin softened as he slipped his phone into his pocket.
"So..."
"What?"
"Breakfast?"
Your stomach answered before you could.
A loud growl echoed through the bathroom.
You immediately covered your face.
"...Pretend you didn't hear that."
"I definitely heard that."
"It wasn't me."
"Oh?"
"It was... the pipes."
"The pipes?"
"Mhm."
"In your stomach?"
"Exactly."
He laughed so hard he had to lean against the sink.
"You are terrible at lying."
"I tried."
"You really did."
Still laughing quietly, he reached for your hand.
His fingers slipped between yours so naturally that neither of you acknowledged it anymore.
It had become second nature.
"Come on."
"Where?"
"I'm making breakfast."
"You?"
"You sound surprised."
"You almost burned toast last week."
"That was one time."
"You burned instant noodles."
"..."
"...That wasn't my fault."
"It absolutely was."
"I got distracted."
"By what?"
"You."
You blinked.
"...Me?"
"You called."
"So?"
"I wanted to answer."
"You were boiling noodles."
"I know."
"And forgot."
"I know."
"..."
"...Worth it."
You sighed dramatically.
"I should probably cook."
"You don't trust me?"
"I trust you."
"...Just not around the stove."
He gasped.
"I'm offended."
"You'll survive."
"I don't know..."
He squeezed your hand with the most pitiful expression he could manage.
"...Maybe I need compensation."
"Compensation?"
"Mhm."
"For emotional damage."
You narrowed your eyes.
"What exactly are you asking for?"
A tiny smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
"You know."
"I actually don't."
"You do."
"I don't."
He leaned forward ever so slightly.
"So you really don't know?"
You pretended to think about it.
"Hmm..."
"No idea."
He sighed dramatically, shoulders slumping in fake defeat.
"...I was hoping for a good morning kiss."
You instinctively leaned closer.
Only for him to raise a finger between your lips with a quiet chuckle.
"Ah-ah."
"What?"
He smiled.
"I just brushed my teeth..."
His eyes flickered toward the sink.
"...Well..."
He rubbed the back of his neck, looking almost sheepish.
"I still taste like toothpaste."
He looked back at you with that familiar gentle smile.
"...Morning kiss after the mint wears off?"
You stared at him for a moment before narrowing your eyes.
"...You're making me wait?"
"I am."
"You've made me wait long enough."
"It'll only be a minute."
"You said five minutes earlier."
"I brushed faster."
"You still made me wait."
"I know."
You dramatically let go of his hand.
"I'm filing a complaint."
"Already?"
"Mhm."
"What for?"
"False advertising."
His brows knitted together in confusion.
"I woke up expecting a good morning kiss."
"And?"
"I got a toothbrush."
He couldn't help but laugh.
"I think that's worse."
"It is."
"I'll make it up to you."
"You better."
He smiled before gently nudging your shoulder toward the kitchen.
"Breakfast first."
"...Fine."
You followed him out of the bathroom, though not without pretending to grumble under your breath.
"I can't believe my own boyfriend rejected me."
"I didn't reject you."
"You kind of did."
"I postponed it."
"Still counts."
"It doesn't."
"It does."
"It doesn't."
"It absolutely does."
He only laughed, opening the refrigerator while you leaned against the counter with your arms folded.
"What are we making?"
"What do you want?"
"Hm..."
You pretended to think.
"Pancakes."
"Pancakes?"
"Mhm."
"You remember what happened last time?"
"You burned one."
"It was one pancake."
"It was black."
"It had... character."
"It looked like charcoal."
"It was edible."
"You didn't even eat it."
"..."
"...Moving on."
You giggled as he pulled ingredients from the refrigerator.
Despite insisting he could cook, he still looked over every few seconds.
"Flour?"
"Top cabinet."
"Milk?"
"Already on the counter."
"The spatula?"
"Drawer."
"You've memorized this kitchen."
"I practically live here."
"...True."
A comfortable silence settled between you again.
The kind that never felt awkward.
The kind that came from simply knowing each other.
You watched him whisk the batter with careful movements, occasionally stealing little glances your way whenever he thought you weren't looking.
Unfortunately for him...
You noticed every single one.
"You keep staring."
"I wasn't."
"You were."
"I was checking if you were hungry."
"You looked at me."
"I can do both."
"...Smooth."
"I try."
You smiled, resting your chin in your palm.
"You know..."
"Hm?"
"I like mornings with you."
He looked up.
"...Even this one?"
"Especially this one."
"You've spent half of it making fun of me."
"You deserved it."
"For taking a selfie?"
"For stopping mid-brush to take one."
"...Fair."
The pancakes were soon stacked neatly on two plates, topped with strawberries and a generous drizzle of syrup.
You both settled onto the couch instead of the dining table, knees brushing together as a random morning show played quietly in the background.
Halfway through breakfast, Seonghyeon noticed a tiny streak of syrup at the corner of your lips.
"...Hold still."
"Hm?"
He reached over instinctively, wiping it away with his thumb.
"There."
You blinked.
"...Thanks."
For a second, neither of you looked away.
The apartment felt unusually quiet again.
Sunlight spilled across the living room floor.
The coffee table was cluttered with breakfast plates.
Your phone buzzed somewhere beside you, neither of you bothering to check it.
It was peaceful.
"...The mint's gone."
You looked up.
"What?"
He smiled to himself before setting his fork down.
"The toothpaste."
"...Oh?"
"It's gone."
A tiny laugh escaped you.
"So..."
"So..."
He stood first before walking around the coffee table.
Stopping directly in front of you.
You tilted your head.
"What?"
"I believe..."
He gently offered you his hand.
"...Someone's been waiting very patiently."
You slipped your hand into his without another word.
He carefully pulled you to your feet until there was barely any space left between you.
"You know," he murmured.
"I almost forgot."
"You liar."
"I did."
"You absolutely did not."
"I didn't."
"I knew it."
"I wanted to hear you complain a little longer."
"You are unbelievable."
"And yet..."
His hands found your waist with practiced ease.
"...You still stayed."
You laughed quietly, shaking your head.
"I always will."
Something softened in his expression.
Not the teasing smile he'd been wearing all morning.
Something gentler.
Warmer.
Like hearing those three words without you actually saying them.
He brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear before resting his forehead lightly against yours.
"...Ready?"
"For what?"
His smile returned.
"The thing you've been asking for since you woke up."
Your heart skipped.
"...Finally."
"Finally."
He closed the small distance between you, pressing a slow, lingering kiss against your lips.
No teasing.
No dodging.
No toothpaste.
Just a quiet good morning that somehow said everything neither of you needed to put into words.
When he pulled away, you couldn't help smiling.
"...Worth the wait."
"I told you."
"You were right."
"I usually am."
"Don't push it."
He laughed softly before stealing one more quick peck.
"That one was free."
"You charged me for the first one?"
"It was delayed shipping."
You groaned, hiding your face against his shoulder as he wrapped both arms around you.
"So cheesy."
"You love it."
"...Maybe."
"I heard that."
"I know."
His heartbeat was steady beneath your cheek.
Outside, the city was already beginning to wake.
Cars passed.
Neighbors chatted.
Someone walked their dog across the street.
The world kept moving.
But for just a little while longer...
Neither of you felt any rush to leave the warmth of each other's arms.
Because if every morning started like this—
With sleepy smiles, playful teasing, and a kiss that was well worth waiting for—
Then maybe waking up early wasn't so bad after all..
💌 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐥𝐨
