On a fine Sunday…

“YAH! HOW CAN WE EAT THE TOMATOES IF YOU SLICE THEM LIKE THAT?! THAT’S NOT EVEN SLICING, THAT’S DESTROYING!!!”

“THAT’S IT! I’M NOT GOING TO DO THIS ANYMORE!”

Doojoon slammed the knife onto the table, frustrated as he watched his artwork scattered on the table.

Chuckling, Yoseob snatched the knife on the table and started to slice the remaining good-shaped tomatoes, expertly.

“That’s why I told you to stay away at the first place. But you still insisted…”

“Because I thought slicing is easy.”

The older frowned.

“It is. You’re the one who made them difficult.”

Yoseob replied without looking.

“Seobbie…”

Doojoon whined.

“Stop whining. It makes me want to puke.”

The younger rolled his eyes, pretended to be annoyed.

“But I’m hungry…”

“Yoon Doojoon, if you let me to make breakfast alone before, you would have been eating right now, you know.”

Doojoon pouted when he heard the reply.

“Have anyone ever told you that you looked like very ugly when you pout?”

“I don’t think so, my dear. A lot of people told me how adorable I am when I pout.” The taller smirked.

“”Yeah, right. What you didn’t know is that, they’re mocking you.”

“You’re jealous right?”

“Jealous? What for?”

“I don’t know. Maybe because no one tells you that you’re adorable, like me…”

“As if. For your information, A LOT of people tell me that.”

“I can see they’re blind.”

“What the..?”

Yoseob shot a deathly glare to the person who was sitting in front of him.

“Just admit it. You’re jealous.”

“In your dreams. Now, shut up.”

Yoseob muttered before shoving a sandwich into the other’s mouth.

“Yum. Thanks for feeding me, yeobo.”

Doojoon smirked, again.

Feeling warm at his face, Yoseob pretended as if he didn’t hear anything and continued eating.

“Seobbie…”

“What?!”

“You’re cute in apron. I should buy you a pink one.”

“Shut up.”

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“I’m bored…”

“You’re not the only one. Would you please sit down? You make my head dizzy.”

Doojoon said, while massaging his temples as he watched Yoseob walked aimlessly in front of him.

“Mian.” The other said before settle down beside Doojoon on the couch.

“But I’m really really really bored…” he whined again.

“Then I’m really really really really really really bored.”

“Let’s do something.”

“Suggest something.”

“Clean the house?”

“I’m too lazy, so no.”

“Cook?”

“It’s your job.”

Yoseob scoffed when he heard the answer.

“Laundry?”

“I thought it’s done?”

“It is.”

He thought for a while.

“Shopping?”

“Are you a girl?”

“No. But guys shopping too.”

“I have nothing to buy.”

“DVDs?”

“We’ve watched ALL of them, repeatedly.”

“Right… TV?”

“We ARE watching TV, if you don’t notice.”

“I was just saying… How about sleep?”

“Together?” Doojoon grinned.

“Forget it, you ert!” Yoseob blushed.

“What’s so erted about sleeping together? It’s not like we’re going to do anything… Or, you thought of something else..?”

“No! I’m not!”

“I never knew you have such a corrupted mind, Yang Yoseob…”

“I don’t!”

“Jeongmal? Then, what did you thought just now?”

“N-Nothing..!”

“And why are you stuttering?”

“I-I’m not!”

The older raised his eyebrow, causing the other mentally face palmed himself.

“Someone’s blushing~”

“I’m not!”

“Did I say it was you?”

“…”

“You’re so adorable, my jagiya…”

The younger turned redder.

“I-I’m not…”

“I can never stop teasing you, cutie…”

“Eh?”

“I really meant it when I say you’re adorable.”

“T-thanks, I guess…”

“Don’t I get something in return?” the smirk appeared again.

“What-”

Yoseob’s words were cut in by a soft lips on his own.

As Doojoon broke the kiss, he whispered at Yoseob.

“You’re responsible for my crazy acts…”

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Okay, basically, I wrote this chapter without any main plot in mind, so I am really sorry if it bores you… *90 degrees bow*

And also, I am really sorry for the terribly late update. *bows again*

But, I hope you guys enjoy, comment and subscribe~ Kamsahabnida! <3