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Junhui doesn't turn around when he hears the front door open. He recognizes the sound of Seungcheol's footsteps well enough by now, even if his cologne is a dead giveaway all on its own.
The rustle of clothing grows louder until a weight drapes over Junhui's back, head pressed into the crook of his neck.
"Jun-ah," Seungcheol groans, wrapping his arms around Junhui's waist and sagging into him. "I'm cold."
Junhui hums and takes both of Seungcheol's hands in his own, icy and trembling a little. He lifts them to his lips and blows air onto them dramatically, moving from his wrists to fingertips. Seungcheol curls closer into him and laughs something of a sigh against his shoulder.
"Better?"
Seungcheol nods, hair brushing against his ear. He smears a lazy kiss up Junhui's neck and smiles at the shiver it elicits. "I was just aiming for some tea, you know, but this works too."
"You wouldn't have lasted long enough for me to boil the water," he says mildly, tossing Seungcheol's hands away. Seungcheol just brings them back to his waist, sliding under his shirt and running over his stomach. Junhui squawks and shudders at the sensation. "You—oh my God, don't—put your gloves back on or get off, hyung, christ."
Seungcheol giggles but obliges, pressing one more kiss below his ear and giving a light smack to his butt before standing properly. He doesn't notice the way Junhui flushes since he's already walking out of the kitchen. "I stopped by the store on my way back."
Junhui gets a kettle of water boiling then takes out a jar of pear tea leaves from the left cabinet. "Ah, great. Did you—"
A plastic bag is placed on the counter beside him. Junhui blinks at it. "The chips and jellies you like." Seungcheol dumps a pile of bags onto the counter opposite him and starts picking through each one. "You said you wanted to try making cola chicken, right? I think I got everything for it."
"You—?" Junhui shakes his head slightly. His chest is tightening. "I didn't send you the recipe, though?"
Seungcheol shrugs as he folds the plastic bags into a neat stack. "You always use the same cooking channels for your recipes. It wasn't that hard to find."
"Oh."
Seungcheol turns around. "What?"
"Nothing," Junhui says, hurried. "Thanks." His hand fumbles with the bag when Seungcheol laughs.
"Seriously? That's all it takes?"
Junhui ducks his head low, face warm. It still unsettles Junhui after all this time—being read so easily, receiving just as much honesty in return. He can hardly stand it; he can't live without it. Ugh.
A weak attempt at saving face, he says, "I can just pour out your tea, you know."
Seungcheol opens the fridge with a huff. Somehow, his grin is audible. It fills the room, fills Junhui. He has to distract himself, fast.
There's something at the bottom of the bag, hidden beneath all the snacks. Junhui empties it onto the counter and takes out a ripped-open package. "What's this?"
"Hm?" Seungcheol leans over on one foot to check; he's holding the fridge open with his other ankle. "Oh! I needed more lip balm." He fishes a small tube out of his pocket and tosses it to Junhui. "The cold's been chapping my mouth like crazy."
Junhui twists off the cap and sniffs it. There's a faint hint of vanilla beneath the wax scent.
He looks back at Seungcheol. His lips shine a little with the balm's tint, emphasized by the fridge's light. Seungcheol's hair is getting long; he likes growing it out during the winter for warmth; he likes Junhui running his fingers through it. His cheeks are still just the slightest bit rosy from the harsh wind outside. That awful feeling in Junhui's stomach unfurls itself again, needy and loud.
Seungcheol catches him staring but keeps placing groceries inside the fridge. He cocks his head to the side, grin dimpled and crooked. "Junnie-yah, you can be more productive than just stare at me."
Fair enough. Junhui takes the needed four steps to Seungcheol and kisses him.
Seungcheol stumbles back into the fridge door with Junhui's force, the rattle of food knocking against each other drowned out by his soft sound of surprise. He nearly drops whatever he's holding as he reaches for Junhui's waist, pulling him impossibly closer. Junhui keeps it gentle at first, separating between every kiss to lick his lips before leaning back in. Seungcheol tastes like vanilla too, now. A great discovery. He doesn't waste any more time to lick into his mouth and groans at the way Seungcheol instinctively squeezes tighter.
Junhui pulls back for air, sated. Seungcheol's eyes are wide and his cheeks are flushing the same color as his lips. He desperately wants to take a picture.
"I meant help me with the groceries," Seungcheol croaks, swallowing thickly.
Placatingly Junhui takes the bag of white onions out of his left hand. "I wanted to try your lip balm." He crouches down to store them inside the bottom compartment then stands up to check on the kettle. Seungcheol's still staring at him. "I like it."
A blinding, goofy smile slowly makes it way across Seungcheol's face. "Noted."