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Minho woke in the morning with Hajoon curled up next to him, his head resting on Minho’s chest as he dozed peacefully. Minho held a lock of Hajoon’s hair between his fingers and fiddled with it. He was so happy. Happier than he’d been in years. It was the first time since Wookyung that he’d woken up next to a warm body, and the first time since Duna that it had been someone he liked.
They’d fucked a few times last night, until the condoms had run out and Hajoon was too worn out and sleepy to keep going. Minho had let him sleep while he cleaned everything up.
As Minho had climbed into bed that night next to Hajoon and wrapped an arm around him, he thought about how amazing it had been. He’d never had sex that felt so good. Maybe he’d come harder before then, but it had never been so gentle and loving and he hadn’t realized until now that it was exactly what he needed.
Now, in the morning, Minho pressed a gentle kiss to Hajoon’s forehead before carefully extracting himself from Hajoon’s embrace and getting dressed to go make breakfast.
He’d treated Hajoon well when they were friends, but when he thought of whatever they were now, he really wanted to pamper him. How amazing it would be to take care of his boyfriend.
He turned the word around in his head a few times as he prepared breakfast. Boyfriends. Was that what they were now? They’d agreed to date last night, hadn’t they? Their conversation before they’d moved to the bedroom felt so distant now.
He was just setting the table and about to go fetch Hajoon when he heard footsteps. Hajoon stood in the doorway of the bedroom, leaning against the frame and yawning as he ran a hand through his bedhead. He was wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants he’d pulled from somewhere in Minho’s closet, both of them a loose fit on him, and the look made Minho’s heart race. Hajoon looked good in his clothes.
“Good morning,” Minho said. “How do you feel? Hurting anywhere?”
Hajoon shook his head and stretched his body. “Hm… I feel… satisfied.”
“Good.”
Hajoon glanced over towards the food Minho had just set at the table and his eyes widened slightly. “You made breakfast?”
“Yeah. Come have some.”
Hajoon looked pleased as he sat at the table and happily looked over the beautifully made soup, rice, kimchi, and rolled omelets in front of him. He picked up his chopsticks to dig in but then hesitated, looking up shyly at Minho. “Is this a treat from my… um… my boyfriend?”
They’d talked about it a little bit last night, but between the confessions and the tears and the sex, things hadn’t exactly been completely clear. Where exactly did their relationship stand now?
But at least it looked like they both wanted the same thing.
“Yep. A treat from your boyfriend,” Minho said, to confirm Hajoon’s implicit question about the nature of their relationship.
Hajoon couldn’t stop grinning as he dug into his food.
Eventually, as they were finishing their meal, he glanced at his phone. “Ah, I have work at eight…” Less than an hour from then. “I don’t think I have enough time to go home,” he muttered, lost in thought.
“Get ready here,” Minho suggested. “You can use my shower.”
“But my clothes…”
“You wear a uniform anyway, right? It shouldn’t be too dirty.”
“Well…” Hajoon hopped up and padded into the bedroom, where he’d left his backpack the night before. He came back out and held up the white button-up shirt he normally wore for work, which was now too wrinkled to be considered wearable at all, let alone in a professional environment. “See?” he said with a sheepish smile. “It’s been crumpled up in my backpack all night. I had a fresh one at home, but…”
Minho stood up and took it from him. “You go get ready, I’ll iron it.”
“Really?” Hajoon said.
“Yeah.” Minho had lived alone for a long time while he’d been working at the university, so he had plenty of experience taking care of his own clothes. This wasn’t a problem.
He got Hajoon a towel and showed him to the bathroom.
“Okay, thanks,” Hajoon said, but then suddenly he looked down, his cheeks turning red.
“What?”
“Well, I was, um, I was… thinking about what it would be like taking a shower with you,” he mumbled.
“Oh.” Minho’s cheeks started to turn red too, and then he wondered why they were both feeling so shy after everything they’d done last night. Now that the idea was in his head too, it did seem appealing…
He held himself back and gave Hajoon a peck on the lips instead, which made Hajoon blush even more.
“Another time. I need to iron your shirt.”
“Okay,” Hajoon said as Minho left the bathroom.
Minho ironed Hajoon’s shirt as he listened to the running water of the shower, enjoying the domesticity of the moment. It brought him a simple joy he hadn’t felt in a long time.
But the moment of happiness was soon followed by anxiety. There was a reason he’d turned down Hajoon in the first place. This happiness was doomed, wasn’t it? Wookyung had changed him, but weren’t his negative traits part of him, down to his bones? The bitterness, the resentment, the entitlement. They hadn’t had a chance to express themselves around Wookyung, nor when he was all alone. But he knew they’d come back eventually.
The water in the bathroom turned off and he pulled himself together. He’d seen that Hajoon would get hurt if he turned him down, so he’d sworn to himself that he’d give it a chance. And if he was trying anyway, he didn’t want Hajoon to see him so anxious. So he tucked away the thoughts away and tried to act normal.
The bathroom door pushed open a moment later, and Hajoon stood there with just a towel wrapped around his waist. If he noticed Minho’s uneasiness, he didn’t say anything.
“Just checking if you’re done?” Hajoon asked.
Minho held up the crisp, freshly ironed shirt while at the same time subtly allowing his eyes to rove over Hajoon’s bare skin. He was reminded of last night and was immediately distracted, already wanting to take Hajoon back to bed for the whole day. Who cared if he had work?
Hajoon didn’t seem to notice him looking, only keeping his eyes on the shirt. “Oh,” Hajoon said, seeming disappointed.
“What, you want a wrinkly shirt? I can mess it up again.”
“No, it’s just that I was hoping you weren’t done yet so I could spend more time with you while you finished.”
Ah.
“How about this,” Minho said, walking over to Hajoon and standing right in front of him. “I’ll give you something nice to think about at work.”
“Hm? I already—”
Minho tugged at the edge of the towel around Hajoon’s waist, and it dropped to the floor.
“Minho…?” Hajoon asked, blushing yet again now that he was fully exposed.
Minho got on his knees before Hajoon could even figure out what was going on and took Hajoon’s cock into his mouth.
“Oh my god, oh my god, Minho…” Hajoon said, burying his hand in Minho’s hair. “You don’t have to… Ah!”
Minho hadn’t really had a choice when it had come to developing his blowjob skills, but he was glad for them now. Hajoon made the most adorable, irresistible noises of pleasure until he came after only a couple of minutes. It had been surprisingly fast, but Minho was a pretty satisfied with himself for managing to bring Hajoon there so quickly.
When Minho stood back up, Hajoon had tears in his eyes from the stimulation, and his whole body was trembling. “Minho…” Hajoon whispered, and Minho ruffled Hajoon’s wet hair.
“Go finish getting ready now,” Minho murmured to him. “You’ll be late for work.”
“Okay,” Hajoon squeaked, and he ducked back into the bathroom and hastily slammed the door shut behind him.
Minho wiped a bit of cum away from the corner of his mouth and smiled.
The anxious thoughts from earlier had faded, and only the good thoughts were left. Hajoon was so cute. How had he gotten so lucky?