He smells like summer rain.

Chanyeol loves Sunday mornings, the only day he could stay in and wrap his hands around the small figure sleeping soundly beside him. He hears his tiny lover’s soft snore and he chuckles, nuzzling his nose on his lover’s. He earns a loud smack on his face in return, and Chanyeol pouts.

“You always hurt me in the mornings,” Chanyeol sulks, pushing his lover playfully.

The smaller guy chuckles. “You know I’m not a morning person, baby.”

“I know,” Chanyeol laughs lightly. “I still love you anyways, Kyungsoo.”

“Good. Now get your out of our bed and fix me some breakfast in bed.”

“As you wish, princess.” 

gasps. jenn is writing chansoo?!