Luhan woke up in the middle of the night with a sharp pain in his side. The faint glow of his alarm clock read 2:23 A.M. He looked to his left and saw Sehun curled up in the blankets, his messy hair covering his eyes. Luhan wished Sehun could hold him close but his injury prevented that. Even so, Luhan leaned over, ignoring the pain coursing through his waist, and brushed Sehun's hair off of his forehead. He smiled softly. Sehun was so cute when he was asleep. He looked like a baby.

Luhan couldn't help but lean in to kiss him on the cheek. He heard a quiet groan, followed by a hand on his shoulder.

"Luhan, what are you doing awake?" Sehun said, his voice groggy with sleep.

"I just woke up is all. I didn't mean to wake you up. I'm sorry. You're just so cute, I couldn't help-"

"Luhan?"

"What?"

"Come here," Sehun said, gently tugging at Luhan's shirt. Sehun rolled onto his back and Luhan gently laid his head on the taller's chest.

"Luhan?"

"Why do you keep saying my name?" Luhan asked, smiling.

"It reminds me that you're mine and mine only," Sehun said. Luhan blushed a deep red and hoped Sehun couldn't see it in the dark. "How bad is the pain?"

"It's not that bad," Luhan lied.

"Sit up."

Luhan, confused, did as he was told and removed himself from Sehun's chest, sitting up, flinching slightly. Sehun shifted to sit in front of Luhan.

"Liar," Sehun whined, "it does hurt." He hooked his fingers on the bottom of Luhan's t-shirt and pulled it off. "You're blushing," Sehun pointed out, making the older turn an even deeper shade of red.

"What are you doing?"

"Lay down," Sehun ordered, gently pushing Luhan's shoulders back. Luhan sighed and laid back.

"You know," Luhan said, embarrassed that he was even saying this, "we can't really do anything until I get better."

"Mm, what does that mean?" Sehun teased, looking Luhan in the eyes. Luhan's mouth went dry and he could barely speak. God, Sehun was gorgeous.

"Y-You know what I mean..."

Luhan gasped when he felt the younger's warm lips on his stomach.

"Sehun, we can't..."

"I know, Xiao Lu," Sehun said, then slowly kissed all over the smaller boy's waist.

"Th-Then what are you doing?"

"I want to kiss you, so I'm going to." Sehun placed his lips all over Luhan's upper body, before finally settling on Luhan's soft, pink lips. He gently kissed the older, making sure he wasn't in any pain. The older tangled his finger's in Sehun's hair and smiled into the kiss. After a few minutes of kissing Luhan and taking tiny breaths in between, he could feel Luhan tug at his shirt. He gently grabbed Luhan's hand and held it for a moment before letting go and pulling away slowly. He sat up and tugged his own shirt off and leaned back over Luhan again.

"You know, I'm not made of glass," Luhan said, pouting. "You don't have to be afraid of breaking me." Sehun smiled.

"But you're so beautiful, nothing should ever damage you." He leaned in again and captured his boyfriend's lips again, smiling into the kiss. He was so glad Luhan was okay. Well, maybe not okay, but at least he wasn't in the hospital or dead. He felt Luhan's delicate fingers drift over his cheek and he flinched slightly. Luhan pulled away, eyes wide.

"I'm so sorry!"

"I'm fine, Luhan," Sehun said, but he refused to look Luhan in the eyes.

"Hey. Hey," Luhan whispered, sitting up and wrapping his arms around the younger. "I'm sorry."

"I said I'm fine," Sehun replied, his voice slightly cold. Luhan winced.

"Sehun..." Luhan's lips brushed against Sehun's jawline. "You know you're beautiful, right? You know I'd never leave you, and you're amazing, and you're beautiful, and nothing can ever change any of that, and-"

"Luhan?"

"What?"

"You're beautiful," Sehun whispered before leaning in to capture Luhan's lips. "You're amazing," he said between kisses. "I'd never leave you."

The kiss gradually turned from a slow, loving one to a rough, hot one. He gently nipped on Luhan's lower lip, asking the older to open his mouth. When his lips parted, Sehun slipped his tongue inside, exploring every corner of his boyfriend's mouth. He heard Luhan moan quietly and felt the smaller twist his fingers in his hair, tugging him closer. Sehun was more than happy to oblige and his fingers ran over Luhan's chest, feeling every curve of him. He pushed Luhan backwards so he was laying on his back and pulled away to give him a piercing gaze. He saw the older's face turn a bright red and recaptured his lips, but this time his tongue battled with Luhan's for dominance. It was a long fight, but eventually he let Luhan win. He moaned quietly into the kiss. His hands travelled slowly down the older's body, down to his stomach...

He felt the Luhan wrap his legs around his waist and pulled away.

"What?" Luhan asked.

"Didn't you just say we can't do anything?" Sehun smirked. His hair was messy and his eyes were half-closed.

"Well..."

"Nope," Sehun said, rolling onto his side. "As much as I'd love to, I'm not going to. I'm not letting you get hurt if I can prevent it."

"But Sehun..." Luhan whined. "You're such a tease." In response, Sehun tugged the younger closer to him so they were laying face to face and tangled his legs with Luhan's. He smiled and kissed Luhan again, then nuzzled his head into the crook of his neck.

"Luhan?"

"What?"

"I love you," Sehun whispered, placing a tiny kiss on Luhan's neck.

"I love you too," Luhan answered.

"You mean you want to love me," Sehun said, placing emphasis on the last two words. He felt Luhan's fist gently hit his chest.

"Shut up."

It was silent for a little bit.

"Xiao Lu?"

"Oh my god, you called me something other that Luhan," the older said sarcastically, still grumpy. "I didn't know you could."

"I can when I want to."

"What did you want?"

"I know you love me," Sehun said, pulling Luhan infinitely closer until there was no space between them. Their legs were tangled together and they shared one last kiss before they fell back asleep together.

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Jongdae woke up when he heard the creak of the bedsprings. He didn't even have to open his eyes.

"Joonmyeon, get back here. It's way too early to get up."

"Jongdae, today is an important day. I have to-"

"Get back here and cuddle with me. That's what you have to do," Jongdae rolled out of bed to grab the older's wrist. He glanced at the alarm clock on his way.  It was 3:07 A.M. Who the hell gets up at 3:07 A.M.?

"Hey! I have important things to do!"

"Am I one of those important things?" Jongdae teased. The other went silent and Jongdae laughed, then pulled him into bed and wrapped himself around his boyfriend.

"Jongdae..."

"Please be quiet," Jongdae answered, nuzzling his head into the older's neck. Joonmyeon sighed, winding his arms around Jongdae's waist.

"I'm only doing this because you got hurt yesterday," Joonmyeon muttered.

"Don't lie. You'd do this any day. You love me."

"Yeah, I do. More than you could ever imagine," he added quietly.

"You're so greasy."

The silence was sweet and Joonmyeon smiled to himself when he fully realized that he got to wake up next to Jongdae every day. He wouldn't mind putting off important things if it meant this. The younger's warm embrace comforted and made him feel loved, and he never wanted it to end. Joonmyeon was concerned about him, though, after yesterday's events.

"How's your eye?" Jongdae slowly removed his head from the older's neck to look at the other. It was black and swollen and Joonmyeon thought it probably hurt.

"I look bad, don't I?" Jongdae unwrapped himself from Joonmyeon and rolled over, hiding his face from the other. "Just say it." Jongdae wrapped himself in the blankets, desperately trying to hide his embarrassment.

"No." Joonmyeon pulled the younger closer to him and rolled him over. He began unwrapping him and was greeted by his grumpy little Jongdae. He couldn't help but smile and he looked him in the eye. "Boop~," he said as he tapped Jongdae's nose. He groaned in response and tried to roll away again, but Joonmyeon pulled him closer.

"Didn't you have important things to do?"

"They can wait," Joonmyeon said as he kissed the younger's forehead. "You're more important."

"I know," Jongdae replied with a smirk as he wrapped his arms around Joonmyeon's neck.

Joonmyeon brushed Jongdae's hair out of his face and looked at him. His heart fluttered when Jongdae flashed a bright smile at him and leaned in to kiss him.
Jongdae's lips were soft. Joonmyeon couldn't help but smile into the kiss, his hands tracing delicate patterns all over Jongdae's chest. He felt the younger's hand cup his cheek and pull him closer gently. His arms wrapped around his boyfriend's waist and he pulled away to lean his forehead against Jongdae's. They laid there, staring at each other, hearing nothing but the breaths of the other.

"Me too," Jongdae said.

"What?"

"I love you too."

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Baekhyun rolled around in bed, unable to sleep. He groaned quietly as he saw the alarm clock that read 3:52 A.M. He wanted to wake Chanyeol up to cuddle with him, but he knew that would be rude. Still, he didn't care.

"Chanyeollie, are you awake?" He heard a deep groan and Chanyeol rolled away from him, covering his face with his pillow.

"Yeollieee," Baekhyun whined. "Pay attention to me." Baekhyun scooted closer to Chanyeol, tracing patterns on the younger's back with his fingertips. Chanyeol shivered and threw his pillow at Baekhyun, hitting him right on the head.

"Your fingers are cold," Chanyeol mumbled. It was silent for a minute before he felt something on his back again. He was about to roll over to push Baekhyun's hands away when he realized they were warm. When Baekhyun's lips traced all over his shoulderblades, he sighed quietly.

Baekhyun gently moved his lips all over, eventually reaching Chanyeol's long neck and placing kisses all over it. His hand sneaked around to slip under the waistband of Chanyeol's pajama pants and he on the younger's neck.

When Chanyeol felt Baekhyun's fingers fumbling with the waistband of his pants, he rolled over, looking at Baekhyun with wide eyes.

"What are you doing, Baekhyun?" Chanyeol whispered urgently.

"Getting your attention," Baekhyun said before he wrapped himself around Chanyeol, throwing a leg over his hip and slipping his arms around his neck. The smaller boy nuzzled his head into Chanyeol's chest.

"You're cold," Chanyeol said, trying to pry Baekhyun off his bare chest.

“Then warm me up,” Baekhyun mumbled, lifting his head to look at Chanyeol. Baekhyun’s hair was messy and his eyes were half-closed. He lifted Baekhyun’s chin a little bit and leaned down to kiss him, but Baekhyun ducked away.

“What’s wrong?” Chanyeol whispered, slightly hurt by Baekhyun’s rejection. He looked more closely at Baekhyun and noticed his eyes were puffy and his nose was slightly runny. “Oh my god, what’s wrong, Baekkie?” Chanyeol sat up, pulling Baekhyun with him. He wrapped his arms around the younger and hugged him so close Baekhyun had to hit the younger’s chest so he could pull away and speak.

“I feel bad,” Baekhyun started. “You do so much for me and all I ever do is whine and grab for your attention. I never do anything for you and-”

“What are you talking about, Baekhyun?” Chanyeol interrupted. “What is this about?”

“You saved everyone’s life earlier and I didn’t even thank you.”

“Actually, you thanked me for going the wrong way.”

“That’s not enough.”

“You certainly thanked me about two hours ago, when we got home,” Chanyeol answered, smirking. “Do you not remember? ‘Ahh, , Chanyeol,’ ‘faster, Chanyeol,’ ‘don’t stop, it feels so good,’ ‘I’m gonna-’”

“I get it! But still...”

“I dunno Baekkie, your lips felt so nice wrapped around my-” Baekhyun’s tiny fists beat on Chanyeol’s chest. Chanyeol laughed. “It was a nice thank you, anyways.”

“Shut up! I feel like I haven’t ever properly thanked you.”

“Do you want to thank me again?” Chanyeol’s eyebrows raised.

“Chanyeol, it’s almost four in the morning, we’d wake everyone up!” Baekhyun answered, his face red.

“You don’t have to thank me like that,” Chanyeol whispered, wiping a tear off of his boyfriend’s cheek. “Just stop crying, okay? You’ve done so much for me and you don’t even realize it.”

“Like what?” Baekhyun pouted.

“Like making me smile, or helping me train, or taking care of me when I’m sick, or-”

“Okay, I get it. But it just-”

“Then stop crying, cuddle with me, and you can take me on a date tomorrow.” Chanyeol didn’t give Baekhyun much of a choice as he pulled the older back into his arms and laid down with him, nuzzling his nose in Baekhyun’s hair as Baekhun tucked his head back into Chanyeol’s chest. It was quiet for a little bit, and Baekhyun just listened to the steady beating of Chanyeol’s heart.

“I forgot something,” Chanyeol mumbled, gently pulling Baekhyun’s hair up to look at him.

“What is it?”

“Kiss me,” Chanyeol said, lifting Baekhyun’s chin again. He half-expected the smaller boy to pull away again, and he did.

But then he got up and straddled Chanyeol’s hips, leaning forward, dangerously close to Chanyeol.

"As you wish," Baekhyun whispered.

He on the skin below Chanyeol's ear for a second, hearing the other sigh, then kissed a trail over his jaw, cupping the other's cheek in his hand. He immediately parted his lips to let Chanyeol slip in his tongue, into the kiss when he did. Chanyeol sat up and reached his hands under Baekhyun's shirt to put them on his hips, gripping them tightly. Baekhyun wrapped his legs around the Chanyeol's waist, taking the opportunity to grind a little bit on Chanyeol, just to . Their lips moved in perfect sync and Baekhyun twisted his fingers in Chanyeol's hair, tugging and pulling, pulling a deep groan from his throat.
Chanyeol pulled away and Baekhyun followed him, trying to reclaim his lips, when he felt Chanyeol's hand on the bottom of his shirt. He leaned back and Chanyeol tugged it off, causing the older boy to blush slightly. Chanyeol grabbed Baekhyun's legs and wrapped them tighter around his waist, then let his lips roam over Baekhyun's neck and collarbones, looking for soft spots. When Baekhyun moaned again, Chanyeol on the spot and grabbed Baekhyun's hard enough to make the boy groan.

"No, Chanyeol," Baekhyun whispered, his voice breathy. He moaned again as Chanyeol roamed his hands over his chest, slipping his hand below the waistband of his pants. "No, stop it," Baekhyun said, his voice cracking. He pushed Chanyeol away, though, leaving him confused.

"Why? Did I do something wrong?"

"It's just... I'm supposed to be thanking you, and yet no matter how hard I try, you always end up thanking me. Like right now."

"But what if I want to do this?"

"We'll wake everyone up, Chanyeol!"

"That never stopped you before," Chanyeol mumbled grumpily, making the other blush. He laid back, pulling Baekhyun down with him by the shoulders. He sighed, about to wrap his arms around Baekhyun, when the small boy slipped away and hooked his fingers under the the younger's waistband, opening his mouth slightly.

"Do you want me to...?" Baekhyun asked. He trailed kisses down Chanyeol's stomach. When Chanyeol didn't respond, he started to tug his pants off, but Chanyeol's hand stopped him.

"If you do, we'll never sleep," Chanyeol mumbled. "We can do it later. Skip training."

"We won't have training," Baekhyun whispered, "not after yesterday."

"So we'll have all day tomorrow. Let's just sleep now."

"But Chanyeol..."

"I want to sleep now, Baekkie." Chanyeol pulled Baekhyun down, wrapping him in his arms. The smaller boy pouted but nuzzled his head in the giant's chest.

"Hey, Baekhyunnie?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

"I love you too."

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Kyungsoo woke up at 4:41 A.M. when he heard a whisper.

"Kyungsoo, are you awake?"

"Jongin," Kyungsoo groaned, rolling over to face his partner, "what do you want?"

He didn't get an answer.

Instead he got a pair of lips on his neck and he moaned when Jongin at his collarbone. He wanted to let the boy continue but he pushed him away.

"It's almost five A.M., Jongin, what are you doing?"

Jongin leaned in close to him, hovering his lips above Kyungsoo's.

"Kissing you."

Jongin crashed his lips onto Kyungsoo's, tangling his fingers in Kyungsoo's hair. Although he enjoyed it, Kyungsoo pushed Jongin away again. He then rolled over and covered his head with a pillow.

"Kyungsoo," Jongin whined. He wrapped his arms around Kyungsoo's waist and tried to pull him closer, but Kyungsoo just hit him on the head with his pillow. Smiling slightly, he rolled over to face the pouting puppy.

"Jongin, it's so early."

"Fine," Jongin mumbled. He pulled Kyungsoo closer to him, nuzzling his face in Kyungsoo's neck. He was about to go back to sleep when he felt Jongin's lips giving him kisses again and he felt a tug on his t-shirt.

"Jongin," Kyungsoo groaned. "What do you want?"

"You," Jongin said with a dumb smile on his face, sitting up. He pulled Kyungsoo up with him and tugged the boy's shirt off, then sat him on his lap. Kyungsoo's eyes widened and Jongin smirked.

"I-I can see that," Kyungsoo muttered, his face turning red as he looked away.

"No, you can't," Jongin said, smirking. "So let me show you."

"No, Jongin, I-" Kyungsoo was cut off by Jongin's lips on his own again. He expected it to get rough, because Jongin was abnormally today, but it didn't. Instead, it stayed slow, Jongin's hands roaming all over Kyungsoo's back, moving his lips slowly against Kyungsoo's, so he didn't pull away. He was too tired for anything passionate, but he was fine with a few little good night - or morning - kisses. Kyungsoo looped his arms around Jongin's neck, pulling him closer. Jongin pulled away and rested his forehead on Kyungsoo's, staring at him.

"Thank you," Jongin said, "for letting me kiss you."

"Thank you for wearing clothes to bed for once." Jongin rolled his eyes. "I'm really not in the mood for anything right now."

Jongin and Kyungsoo sat looking at each other for a long time. Kyungsoo's arms and legs were wrapped around Jongin and Jongin's hands sat loosely on Kyungsoo's hips. Their foreheads rested on each others and they just stared into each other's eyes.

"What did I ever do to deserve you?" Jongin asked, smiling. He didn't let Kyungsoo respond again, because he leaned it to kiss the small boy again. His hands moved to cup Kyungsoo's cheeks and he Kyungsoo's lower lip, asking for entrance.

Kyungsoo wanted to open his mouth, but at the same time, he didn't. Still, he decided to let in drop open slightly and Jongin slowly slipped his tongue in and began massaging his own. Kyungsoo tangled his hands in Jongin's hair and tugged slightly. Jongin moved his lips against Kyungsoo's a little bit faster and Kyungsoo moaned almost inaudibly. Still, Jongin heard it and pressed harder, moving his hands to cup Kyungsoo's . Kyungsoo pulled away, struggling to breathe, but when Jongin tried to kiss him again he pushed him away gently, then rested his forehead on Jongin's again.

"What did I ever do to deserve you, Jongin?" Kyungsoo whispered.

He didn't get an answer.

Well, he didn't get an appropriate answer, but he got a reply.

"Your lips are so soft, babe," Jongin said, smiling. Kyungsoo melted a little bit inside and couldn't help but smile back. He felt Jongin's fingers drift over his cheeks and his jaw before they stopped to trace the heart shape of his lips. Kyungsoo could barely hold eye contact because Jongin looked at him so lovingly he could barely breathe, but he couldn't help but look back into the younger boy's beautiful dark eyes. He traced his fingers over Jongin's bare collarbones and chest, drawing meaningless swirls.

"You're gorgeous, Jongin," he whispered. "Do you know that?" Jongin smirked.

"No," he said. "You should show me."

Kyungsoo sighed and shook his head, smiling. He leaned in to place gentle kisses all over Jongin's neck and collarbones, whispering sweet nothings after each one. He slowly made his way up to Jongin's ear.

"I love you," he whispered.

He didn't get an answer.

He didn't wait for an answer.

He on the soft spot just below the taller boy's ear, earning a sigh from him as a reward. He moved his lips all over, ravaging the boy's body, making sure to leave a few marks here and there. Eventually, he made his way back up to the boy's lips and claimed them, slipping his tongue inside. Jongin pulled away and Kyungsoo whined quietly.

"I thought you said you didn't want to do anything," Jongin teased.

"Well..."

"I like you when you're dominant, though." Jongin leaned in to kiss the older boy again, opening his mouth to let him slip his tongue in. But he didn't do that. Instead he just pulled away and laid down, pulling the younger boy on top of him. He wrapped his legs around Jongin's waist and tugged the boy's hair impatiently.

"This seems awfully familiar," Jongin said. "Oh, I know how it will go from here."

"What are you talking about?" Kyungsoo said, slightly angry.

"'No, Jongin, I'm too tired for this,' you'll say, and then twenty minutes later you'll be screaming my name so loud it will seem like you don't know how to say anything else."

"Jongin..."

"And then you'll moan my name. 'Jongin, harder, mmph, that feels so good, don't stop, ah, keep going."

"Jongin," Kyungsoo said, blushing.

"But I'd like that right now," Jongin interrupted, smirking. He pinned the smaller boy down, rolling his hips onto the other boy's, delicious friction already earning breathy moans from the older. He kissed a trail all the way down the boy's neck down to his collarbones.

"Okay, I take it back," Kyungsoo whispered, his voice barely audible. Jongin stopped and looked at him, confused. Kyungsoo unwrapped his legs from Jongin's waist.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"You shouldn't have worn clothes to bed tonight." Kyungsoo reached for Jongin's pants and pulled them down, then went to take off his own, but Jongin's hands stopped him.

"We'll wake everyone up."

"Oh..." Kyungsoo whispered, embarrassed by his haste.

"But they won't hear us in the shower," Jongin said, rolling off the bed. "It's halfway across the floor for a reason, Kyungsoo."

"Then let's go," Kyungsoo said, jumping off the bed quickly. Jongin stopped.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you mean?" Kyungsoo said angrily. Jongin tugged off the smaller boy's pants, smirking.

"I guess someone really wants me," he answered, leaning in close. "But that's good, because I want you too. I love you." He kissed Kyungsoo's neck, lifting the boy up to wrap him around his waist, and left the room, carrying him all the way to the shower.

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Yixing was already up at 5:26 A.M. when a sleepy Minseok waddled out of his room to find the Chinese boy running a hand through his hair on the couch in the living room. He heard a loud sigh as Yixing lifted his head.

"Go back to sleep, Minseok," Yixing said. "You need rest."

"I could say the same to you," Minseok replied. "You're the one who needs to heal."

"I'll be fine."

"What's wrong, baby boo?" Minseok shuffled over to the couch and sat next to Yixing, still half-asleep. Yixing didn't answer, so Minseok puffed his cheeks out at the other, effectively making him smile.

"I'm just worried."

"If this is about your back-"

"It's about Jiwoo and Jihoon," Yixing interrupted. "What if we can't raise them right? What if they want to go home? What if they don't like us or what we do?"

"You worry too much, Xing Xing." Minseok rubbed his eyes and laid his head in Yixing's lap. "Everything will be fine, as long as you're here."

"Minseok, if you're tired, you should go back to bed," Yixing said, changing the subject and looking away in hopes that the older couldn't see his cheeks turn pink.

"I'm not leaving you. Come on," Minseok whined. He sat up and grabbed Yixing's hand. When Yixing didn't move, he started idly playing with the younger's fingers. He lifted his hand and placed gentle kisses on his hand.

"My prince, you need rest," Minseok said, smiling gently. He grabbed Yixing's wrist and pulled it gently, standing up a bit too quickly. He wobbled a little bit and Yixing stood up quickly to steady him.

"Be careful," Yixing whispered, holding Minseok close. The older buried his face in Yixing's neck. Yixing flinched at first but let Minseok stay.

"Come on," Minseok mumbled. Yixing smiled and kissed the top of Minseok's head, then guided the other to their shared room. Minseok's grip on his wrist didn't loosen when he got on the bed. He tugged quickly, pulling Yixing on top of him. The Chinese boy's eyes widened at Minseok's bold gesture, but Minseok just smiled. Putting his hands on the younger's hips, he pulled the other gently down to let him rest on his chest. Who needs pillows when you have an adorable boyfriend?

"Thanks for coming to save me, Minseok," Yixing whispered.

"Of course I had to come save you. How could I live without the stars to brighten the night sky?"

"You talk funny when you're tired."

"You're the stars, Xing Xing. And you light up my world when it's dark. Now, hushhh. I'm tired and you are too."

Silence filled the air for a few minutes as Yixing's head rose gently with Minseok's chest as he breathed. Yixing could feel the older's heartbeat and smiled. He was glad he got to feel it again.

"Hey, Yixing?" Minseok whispered.

"Yes, Minseokkie?"

"Can I kiss you?"

"You don't have to ask," Yixing answered, slowly lifting himself from Minseok's chest to look at him.

Minseok couldn't help but give a small, sleepy smile as he pulled Yixing closer to him by the hips. When their lips touched, Yixing's heart fluttered. Minseok's lips were soft as always. Yixing put all of his feelings into the kiss: his love, his happiness, his worry, his concern, and Minseok took it all and gave only the positive emotions back. It was slow and sweet and they were fine with that. It didn't need to be fast or hot or sloppy or rough as long as it was loving. Minseok slightly lifted the bottom of Yixing's shirt, gently resting his hands on Yixing's lower back. The sweet silence filled their ears after Yixing pulled away, his face red. He buried his face in the crook of Minseok's neck and planted a kiss just below his ear.

"I'm still never going to get used to that, Yixing mumbled into Minseok’s collarbone.

“Neither am I,” Minseok said, “but I’m glad I’ll have infinite chances to.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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Kris woke up at 6:03 A.M. and rolled out of bed, intending to go to the kitchen.

"Kris, what are you doing?" a sleepy Zitao mumbled. "Don't get up yet."

"It's six A.M., Zitao. I usually get up now."

"But we got in so late last night."

"Well, that's why coffee exists." He sighed when he heard the bedsprings creak. "You don't have to come with."

"I don't want to leave you." He grabbed onto Kris's arm, trying to rub the sleep from his eyes.

"You're cute," Kris mumbled, smiling softly. He guided him out the door carefully, knowing the boy wasn't fully awake. They walked down the hall and to the kitchen, and Zitao squealed when Kris the light.

"Kris, it's too bright! Turn it off!"

"Just close your eyes," the older boy said.

"It's still too bright, Kris," Zitao whined. Kris sighed and wrapped the younger boy in a hug, letting him bury his head in his neck.

"Is that better?"

"A little," Zitao mumbled against his collarbone.

Neither of them moved as the younger nuzzled his nose into Kris's neck, enjoying the warm embrace. He looped his arms around Kris's waist messily, refusing to open his eyes. Kris sighed and leaned his head against Zitao's, smiling softly. Neither of them moved for a few minutes. Eventually Zitao raised his head.

"I'm okay now," he said, voice still laden with sleep. His eyes were still half-open but he wasn't squinting, he was just struggling to stay awake.

"You're still cute," Kris whispered. He leaned over to kiss the younger on the forehead, but Zitao had other ideas.

He grabbed Kris's chin and pulled it down so he could kiss the older boy, expecting him to pull away. Instead, Kris's arms wrapped around Zitao and pulled him closer. Zitao gently wrapped his arms around Kris's neck and held him, kissing him softly. It lasted until neither of them could breathe, then Zitao pulled away, panting slightly.

Kris leaned his forehead against Zitao's, looking at him.

"Good morning," Zitao mumbled.

"Good morning to you, too," Kris whispered, smiling slightly.

"You look so good in the morning," Zitao said, pouting. "Why can't I look good in the morning?" Kris just chuckled and kissed him on the forehead, then rested his chin on the top of Zitao's head.

"You're cute in the morning," he answered. "You look like a little panda and I just want to hug you."

"Then hug me," Zitao muttered as he wrapped his arms around Kris's neck and snuggled up closer to him. They stayed there for a few minutes, holding each other. It was nice and soothing. Zitao could have fallen asleep, but he would much rather stay awake to be in Kris's arms. He felt Kris shudder slightly and smirked when he realized the older boy wasn't wearing a shirt, then tugged himself out of Kris's grasp. He grabbed Kris's hand and laced their fingers together, then tried to walk back to their room, but Kris wouldn't budge.

"What?" Kris asked.

"You're cold, so we're getting a shirt for you to put on. Come on, Kris."

"I'm not cold."

"Come on," Zitao said, tugging Kris. Kris sighed and followed him back.

Zitao rummaged through the closet and picked out a navy blue t-shirt, then turned to Kris. Kris tried to grab it from him, but Zitao hugged it to his chest.

"You wanted me to put a shirt on, didn't you?" Kris asked, slightly agitated.

"I want to put it on you."

Zitao held the shirt in front of Kris, pulling his arms through the arm holes and then smiling when he pulled it over Kris's head. He kissed Kris on the cheek and gently patted his chest.

"All better," Zitao said, smiling. "Now let's go get your coffee."

They walked back to the kitchen and Zitao the coffee machine. He reached up into the cupboard to grab a mug, but someone's hand covered his and he smiled. Kris's arm looped around Zitao's waist and they pulled it down together, then the younger spun around to peck Kris's lips.

"How do you want it?" Zitao asked.

"Same as any other day." Zitao rolled his eyes.

"Are you ever going to have in any other way?"

"Nope."

"You're boring," Zitao muttered.

"What was that?" Kris asked, raising one eyebrow.

"I love you!" Zitao shouted a bit too loud. Kris laughed. Zitao poured the black coffee from the coffee pot into the mug and dropped in two sugar cubes, then picked it up and handed it to Kris, sitting next to him and leaning his head on the older's shoulder. Kris slowly sipped his coffee and put his arm around the younger's shoulders.

"I love you too, Zitao."

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"All right," Jongin said. "You ready?"

"Yes," Chanyeol said, his fists raised cutely. Baekhyun pouted in the corner.

Jongin ran forward and the two practiced their fighting skills. Baekhyun was upset. Weren't he and Chanyeol supposed to spend the day together? He pouted again, upset that it had been forgotten. He had an idea and slipped out of the room, running into Joonmyeon in the hallway.

"Joonmyeon! I need your help," Baekhyun pleaded.

"I'm busy, Baekhyun, sorry," Joonmyeon answered, but Baekhyun didn't let him go.

"Joonmyeon, please, you have to help," Baekhyun whined, using aegyo to try to win his way. Joonmyeon sighed and stayed quiet for a second.

"All right, fine, what is it?"

"I need you to help me plan the perfect date for Chanyeol."

"If he wants to go on a date with you, he'd like it more if you planned it, don't you think?"

"But it needs to be perfect. Please?"

"All right, come on, we're going to my office to talk about this."

(Waa! I'm so sorry this update is so late! I've been at the ocean all day because I'm in Florida right now with some relatives. Sorry! I hope you liked it though. Thank you for all of the nice comments! I promise there will be action towards maybe the end of chapter 5, but it will definitely be in chapter 6. It will include duo missions, so I'm going to make a vote for who you want it to focus on first. It'll focus on the others in the following chapters. However, Xiulay and Suchen will sit out, because Minseok is taking care of Yixing and Joonmyeon is taking care of Jongdae, but they're also monitoring the entire thing. Here's the link to the vote: http://strawpoll.me/4045521  Also, I made a small reference to a fic that I really like. It's a Taoris/Hunhan fic called Roommates in Love. Kris takes his coffee black with two sugars in it, so I saw the chance and I jumped at it. ^^ Here's the link, I highly recommend it! http://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/700463/roommates-in-love-romance-exo-tao-sehun-kris-hunhan-taoris I hope you all have a good day! You're all beautiful <3 Thanks for reading again, and another thanks to all of my subscribers!)