Myungsoo heard the familiar beeping of someone entering the code to his apartment door. He didn’t need for the door to open to know who it was and a smile crept on his lips while he continued cutting the vegetables he needed for the soup they were going to eat that day. However, when he was sure the other couldn’t see him yet, he quickly added his secret ingredient. With every cutting sound came a footstep, getting closer and closer until he felt two arms circling his waist and a chin drop on his shoulder.

“I knew you would come.”

Sungyeol started his reply with a light kiss on his boyfriend’s neck. “You always know.”

Myungsoo chuckled and turned around, leaving a peck on the taller man’s lips. “Yep. I know you’re addicted to me.” Another peck and he added: “Now let me finish this, I’m really hungry and I bet you are too.”

“I’m always hungry when you’re the one cooking!” He leaned in once again and this time, the kiss went on a bit more, as Sungyeol started to bite playfully on the other’s bottom lip. However, the latter quickly pushed him away with a chuckle, so he just rolled his eyes, went to sit on one of the kitchen’s chairs and proceeded to relate every detail of his day to Myungsoo.

When dinner was served, Sungyeol ate it with so much appetite that it looked like he hadn’t eaten in several days. “I swear, Myung, your cooking is so good!” He then resumed stuffing as much food as he could into his mouth, surrounded by his boyfriend’s laughter. When they were done, they moved to the living room, where they cuddled up in the sofa in front of the television.

However, later into the night, when Myungsoo kissed Sungyeol goodnight and almost immediately fell asleep with a peaceful expression on his face, the tall man looked at that handsome face and the feeling he knew too well took a hold of him once again. He’d had this weird feeling way too many times to count and it was that feeling that made him run away every time, before inescapably coming back anyway. Because, as he pictured clearly Myungsoo’s eyes, full of love and admiration, his heart squeezed a little at the knowledge that he didn’t feel the same. There, in the dark bedroom, with his boyfriend sleeping next to him, came over him the feeling that he didn’t love him. He liked Myungsoo a lot. They had been friends for years before they started dating and he really cherished him a lot. However, he didn’t love him.

So, mechanically, with these familiar movements that come out of habit, he quietly slipped out of the bed, got dressed and got out of the apartment.

And yet, he knew. He knew he would be back the day after. Because there was that attraction, that inexorable pull that never failed to guide his feet back to that same door. Because he had tried to run away for real, to move on, only to find himself in a miserable, empty and anxious state. Because it wasn’t love; it was an addiction.

The next day, Myungsoo heard the familiar beeping of someone entering the code to his apartment door. He didn’t need for the door to open to know who it was and a smile crept on his lips while he continued mixing the ingredients for the cookies he was baking, not forgetting his secret ingredient.

“I knew you would come.”

~ Piou0102 ~

i promised more Myungyeol, so here it is, even though it's... angsty? "Creepy" is the word my sister used. xD I still have a Myungyeol prompt I haven't written yet. ><"

Anyways, I hope you liked it! :)