“God, Cheol.” Jeonghan groans and tries to make another attempt at an escape, but Seungcheol scrambles to sit up and fling his arms around the younger boy’s waist to pull him back down; Jeonghan flailing a little with a yelp as he lands on his back on top of Seungcheol.

“Jeonghan, I wanna cuddle.” Seungcheol states with a frown, poking his boyfriend’s sides to which he gets hit again. “Also, pancakes are preferred.”

Jeonghan sighs and wriggles so he’s on the bed instead of on Seungcheol, getting comfortable again as he lays there on his back, looking up at the ceiling. “Just a little cuddle,” he whispers in defeat, “and then I’m making breakfast.”

“No,” Seungcheol insists, turning on his side and resting his head in his hand as he faces Jeonghan, who’s still frowning at the roof. “You’re staying here.”