MORNING GLORY

baekhyun/chanyeol | 661 words | pg-13 | a tiny bit of fluff, heavy angst
WARNING: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. WHEN I SAY HEAVY ANGST I MEAN IT.

He hears it before he sees it. There is the sound of the curtains being pushed aside with a bit too much elan that makes Chanyeol worry about the curtain pole breaking off some day, and then his vision is filled with warm orange and intense red. Chanyeol keeps his eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, but the slight upturn of lips gives him away, he knows that, too.

"Good morning Chanyeol, I know you're awake," Baekhyun chirps, and seconds later the warmth leaves him along with the blanket that has been pulled away so swiftly that he can't react in time. His fingers are grasping air before his hands fall back down onto the mattress.

"Do we really have to get up already?" He asks, voice raspy, words slurred. He's not fully awake yet, neither his mind nor his body, but he does his best to open his eyes just a tiny bit. The early morning light is blinding.

"Rise and shine," his boyfriend continues, too cheerful for his taste. It's contageous though. Chanyeol finds his smile growing wider on its own, although he is trying so hard to act annoyed. Who knew Baekhyun was such a morning person when he preferred comfort and lazy evenings, all warm and cuddled up on the couch in front of the television?

"Come back to bed and cuddle with me," Chanyeol says and pats the space next to him, where Baekhyun belongs on such a lovely Sunday morning, but Baekhyun doesn't return to him. He grins and shakes his head.

"Nu-uh. You better get up now, Park Chanyeol," he says and wiggles a finger in front of h