Jihoon was never a morning person.

It was always too bright, far too early for him to be awake and even if he did woke up early, he usually goes back to sleep because he didn't want to wake up before the time he is actually supposed to.

For Jihoon, mornings are unruly bed hairs, awful morning breath, and cold feet because somehow he always managed to kick the covers off in his sleep, leaving him bare and cold. Mornings are tasteless morning coffee and boring television programs, and also those occassions where Jihoon feels like making pancakes for breakfast, even if he'll burned one side of the pancake. He always does that.

Jihoon never liked his mornings.

Well, until some months ago when his boyfriend decided to moved in with him.

Seungcheol, warm and tall and kind and generally nice all over, decided to moved in with him on the fifth month of them dating. Surprisingly, it was Jihoon who had suggested it, between cuddles and kisses he shyly whispered whether Seungcheol wants to live together with him or not, seeing that almost half of the things around here were Seungcheol's. You don't have to, if you don't want to, Jihoon added on seconds after too quickly but Seungcheol merely kissed him and said Of course I'd want to, what kind of question is that.

What was formerly his apartment became cleaner and neater, no more dirty clothes lying around the floor like he used to see. There's two sets of shoes in the entryway now, two sets of bowls inside the cupboards, two sets of clothes inside his wardrobe and two tootbrushes in his sink in a cup.

His hair is still tangled up in knots and his breath smells awful, but instead of cold feet, he gets warm cuddles instead. Seungcheol's arms are wrapped around him, so warm, so good, he thought, as his arms tightens around the taller's torso, face pressed against Seungcheol's bare chest because Seungcheol never wears anything aside from his boxers when he sleeps and Jihoon feels so safe right here, right now.

(Jihoon sometimes wakes up earlier than the other, just so he could stare a little longer at Seungcheol's face, soft, still smiling even insleep, hair a complete wreck, and sunlight falling across his cheek. But his favorite might be the soft sleepy noise Seungcheol makes as Jihoon kisses him awake. Apparently, morning kisses are a thing now.)

He never really liked mornings, but maybe he wouldn't mind too much if Seungcheol's there besides him.

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a/n. writing seventeen for the first time orz. written on phone, posted on phone, so i apologize if there's any mistakes. thank you for reading!