Jongin woke up to a tuft of brown hair under his chin. He stared at the clock and sighed when he realised that it was just 7 in the morning, it was too early for Sunday. Jongin pulled away a little so he could see Sehun’s face and his action received a whine from the sleeping male. Jongin smiled at how cute Sehun was even in his sleep. Jongin stared at Sehun’s peaceful sleeping face. He brought his finger up and brushed away the strand of hair that covered Sehun’s eyes, and then he settled his arm around Sehun’s waist.

Three years ago when he first met Sehun, he didn’t expect that he would fall head over heels for Sehun. Jongin was someone who fantasized about dating with someone that matches his ideal types. Jongin had it written down on his diary (it’s girly as but Jongin didn’t care). He always hoped that he could meet his ideal type and date happily. But of course, it didn’t work like that.

Jongin liked someone with natural black hair and tanned skin, just like him. He also preferred someone who was shorter than him, someone who only reached his shoulders because Jongin thought it would look cute. Jongin liked someone who had dimples and showed a lot of teeth when that person was smiling.

However, Sehun didn’t meet the criteria at all. Sehun liked to color his hair. Brown, pink, green, even rainbow color, he had tried it all. But Jongin found himself didn’t mind with it. In contrary, he thought that Sehun looked good in any hair colors and hairstyles. Sehun always looked beautiful no matter what.

Sehun was taller than him, though it was not that obvious. But Jongin loved it. It was easier for him to snuggle onto Sehun’s neck even though Sehun was the one who liked to do it more. It was easier for them to kiss, none of them need to crane their neck higher to reach for the other’s lips. Jongin liked it the best when they rested their foreheads together and just smiling into each other’s eyes. Jongin loved every moment of it.

Sehun’s skin was fair. It was as white as snow and as smooth as silk. Jongin usually felt insecure around people with fair skin, but Sehun made him proud of his skin color. Sehun told him that he liked his tanned skin because it made him looked hotter. Jongin knew Sehun was not lying and he was alright as long as Sehun liked it. Only Sehun’s opinion that mattered anyway. Now, he had come to like how their skin contrasted with each other.

Sehun didn’t have dimples. Heck, Sehun rarely smiled. But when he did, it was always because of Jongin and Jongin felt damn proud about it. The smiles Sehun threw him were always sincere and his eyes always turned into beautiful crescents. Jongin would do anything just to see that smile every day in his life.

Unable to help himself, Jongin leaned forward and kissed Sehun’s forehead gently. Sehun stirred in his sleep before he groaned sleepily and snuggled closer to Jongin. Jongin smiled as he enveloped Sehun in his arms and Sehun sighed in contentment. “Why are you up so early?” Sehun’s voice was thick with sleepiness.

“I don’t know. Did I wake you up? I’m sorry. Go back to sleep.” Jongin rubbed Sehun’s back soothingly.

Sehun hummed in response before he buried his face in the crook of Jongin’s neck and fell asleep again. Jongin kissed Sehun’s head one more time and hugged him tighter. Sehun’s soft snores lulled him back to sleep.

“What are you cooking?” Jongin peeked through Sehun’s shoulder and frowned when he saw a burnt ramyun.

“I am trying new recipe. Go and sit down.” Sehun kept flipping the noodle.

“It was burnt.” Jongin stated as a matter of fact.

Sehun turned around to give Jongin a glare and Jongin took that as a sign for him to shut up. He walked toward the kitchen counter and sat on one of the stools. He stared at Sehun who was looking so serious at whatever he was trying to make. A fond smile appeared on Jongin’s face.

Jongin’s ideal type was someone who can cook. He always imagined coming home to a table full of foods after a whole day working. But Sehun couldn’t cook at all. Well, Sehun could cook ramyun and rice but let’s not count that. However, even though Sehun knew he couldn’t cook, he liked to cook for Jongin. Jongin knew Sehun was doing that to please him and even though most of the time the foods tasted bad, Jongin still finished it. Sehun tried hard and Jongin realised it. He didn’t want to make Sehun sad by saying the foods tasted bad. It’s hard especially when the foods tasted like burnt socks, but Jongin was willing to do anything to make his boyfriend happy.

“It’s done!” Sehun exclaimed happily as he put the plate in front of Jongin. Jongin eyed the food carefully and he really didn’t know what it was. There was burnt fried ramyun and honey on top of it. Jongin gave Sehun a questioning look and