Hyukjae was already awake, squinting his eyes at the sunlight that was invading his room. But the sunlight was not the only invader here and it didn't really feel like he was in HIS room at all. It felt as if this room had been taken over by another person quite some time ago. A rather adorable little invader had taken a liking to sneaking into Hyukjae's room and crawling under the blankets as if he belonged there. Hyukjae rolled his eyes. But then he smiled ever so slightly because he thought that maybe that little invader really did belong there. It certainly felt like he did when Hyukjae wrapped his arms around him instinctively every night. This invader came into Hyukjae's room so often that Hyukjae barely even noticed him most nights. Still, every morning when he woke, he saw messy brown hair gracing his pillow and he knew that the invader had come in the night once more.

Hyukjae sighed. He then wrapped his arm's around the invader's waist under the blankets. The invader's body heat was the most inviting kind of warm and Hyukjae thought that he would like to curl up in that heat for a few more hours. But he knew that he had to get up. And so did the invader.

“Donghae,” Hyukjae called in a voice laced with sleep, “you have to get up now.”

“Mm,” came the short, muffled reply from the brown hair that was peeking out of Hyukjae's blankets.

“Donghae,” Hyukjae called again, more sweetly this time, “it's time to get up.”

“Nnn,” came another muffled reply.

Hyukjae then very gently pulled Donghae closer to him. “Donghae,” he whispered against Donghae's cheek as he placed tiny, soft kisses against Donghae's skin, “wake up.”

“Don't wanna,” Donghae mumbled without even shifting at all.

Hyukjae sighed. He knew that he would have to resort to more drastic measures if he was going to get Donghae out of bed. He sat up and began to take the blankets away from Donghae. He wrapped them all around himself and then waited for Donghae to respond.

The cold air crawled up Donghae's body until he was forced to turn and look at where all of his blankets had gone. With blurry, sleepy eyes, Donghae squinted at Hyukjae. Hyukjae thought it was unbearably cute, the way one of Donghae's eyes closed while the other one squinted and his eyebrow rose with it. Hyukjae thought that just maybe it was making his heart melt a little bit.

“Look,” Hyukjae said with a grin, “I'm a burrito.”

Donghae slowly processed this sentence. He then looked around and found another blanket wadded up at the bottom of the bed. Hyukjae had a brief, sad thought of Donghae going back to sleep and ignoring him but that thought was swept away when Donghae rolled himself into a burrito as well. He struggled and wiggled in order to sit up and face Hyukjae.

“If you're a burrito,” Donghae said in a groggy but confident voice, “then I'm a burrito, too.”

Hyukjae could not help it. His grin grew wide and he let out a laugh. He opened up his burrito-y goodness and wrapped Donghae up in it as well. They both flopped back onto the bed where they were suddenly tangled together and Hyukjae thought to himself that this is the way that it should always be.

Donghae wiggled a little closer and brushed his nose against Hyukjae's. “Good morning,” he said in a cute voice that made Hyukjae groan in return.

“Good morning, bed invader,” Hyukjae replied with a smile.

“You love it,” Donghae said because he knew that it was true. Donghae then managed to wiggle one of his arms out of his burrito just so that he could reach up and gently comb his fingers through and tame Hyukjae's messy morning hair.

“Now I'm the one who wants to stay in bed longer,” Hyukjae grumbled and briefly closed his eyes to enjoy the comfort of Donghae's touch.

“And why is that?” Donghae asked as if he had no idea.

Hyukjae smiled and leaned in. He pressed a sweet kiss against Donghae's lips and pulled away just a little bit. “I wanna stay in bed and be a burrito with you all day.”

Donghae smiled in delight at Hyukjae's words but his smile quickly fell. Hyukjae was concerned until Donghae spoke. “Do you ever think...” began Donghae, “about how butts are kind of like a taco?”

“Aaaaaaand the moment is ruined,” Hyukjae said and quickly sat up to free himself from his suddenly toxic burrito.

“What?” asked Donghae, genuinely clueless. “It was just a question.”

Hyukjae stood, sighed, and then turned to look at Donghae. “Donghae,” he said seriously. “Donghae, I love you, but you are the worst.”

Hyukjae then walked away to brush his teeth while Donghae furiously struggled to free himself from his burrito so that he could chase after Hyukjae. A part of Donghae wanted to grab Hyukjae and drag him back to bed. But mostly, he really just wanted Hyukjae to answer his question.