“You should move in with me.”

“I should?” Jiyong looked up, surprised.

“Yes,” Seunghyun flushed lightly, but wrapped his arms around Jiyong and pulled him closer, kissing his forehead. Jiyong  cuddled up to him and laid his head on Seunghyun’s shoulder, pecking his neck. “You spend most of your nights here, anyway.”

“True.”

“Also, your place is crap.”

“Oi!” Jiyong laughed and pinched Seunghyun’s arm. “It’s not crap. I have made it perfect during the almost two years I’ve lived there, thank you very much.”

“Doesn’t perfection bore you?”

“It does, actually. What would I be doing with you if it didn’t?”

“Ha ha,” Seunghyun laughed sarcastically, but accepted the kiss Jiyong offered him. As their lips moved together, Jiyong shifted on the bed so that he could place his hands on Seunghyun’s chest, laying his chin upon them.

“So,” he started, putting his business-face on. “You want me to live here.”

“Yes.”

“I don’t. I mean, I want to live with you, but not here.”

“Why not?” Seunghyun frowned. “What’s wrong with my apartment?”

“I don’t like your kitchen.”

“What’s wrong with my kitchen?”

“It’s too small.”

“Jiyong, my kitchen is bigger than your bedroom.”

“Is not,” Jiyong glared.

“It’s got enough space for me to cook, what’s the problem?”

“Hyung,” Jiyong sighed, “You don’t cook, you microwave.”

He had no