“Rise and shine.”

Kibum smiled at his sleeping boyfriend, pressing his lips to his forehead. Minho was a heavy sleeper- which could be both a blessing or a curse in certain situations. He briefly remembered when Minho almost slept through a family gathering at his parent’s house. Kibum almost resorted to pouring a bowl of cold water on his face.

Today, however, was not one of those days. Minho drearily blinked his eyes open, smiling when his boyfriend’s face came into his peripheral.

“What’re you doing up? It’s Sunday.” he yawned, snuggling himself back into the comforter.

The elder sighed, “Ah, well, I thought I’d surprise you.” he smiled coyly, “There’s actually something I wanted to show you.”

Minho buried his head into his pillow, “I’ll look at it later, Bum. Go back to sleep; we have all day.”

Kibum shrunk back in disappointment. He’d been up since five working to make the perfect breakfast in bed- they were supposed to share the orange juice and feed each other pancakes! The food was probably getting cold at this point, all going to waste…

“C’mon, Ming, please? For me?” Kibum pouted, tugging at the sheets, “I worked really hard on it.”

The younger only snatched Kibum’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “All I need right now is for you to spoon me- nothing can be better that that.” he adjusted himself on the mattress, allowing Kibum to catch a glimpse of his boyfriend’s drowsy smile. He was so tempted to get back in bed and adhere to the demands placed in front of him, but he wasn’t about to give up just yet.

Kibum abruptly stood, making his way back towards the kitchen. He could care less if Minho wanted it or not- he was going to give him breakfast in bed.

“I doubt you can refuse this.” Kibum marched back into the bedroom, now holding an elaborate tray with food stacked high upon it. Pancakes, a glass of orange juice, a small bowl of fruity pebbles, and three sausage links- his favorites. He placed the tray on the nightstand, folding his arms across his chest.

“How long did this take?” Minho smirked, “So much effort just for little ol’ me.”

“I’ve been up since five for you- so you better appreciate this, got it?”

“Yeah, okay mom.” Minho slowly sat up, raising his hands in defeat. “What’s the reason for this anyway? I didn’t forget anything important, did I?”

Kibum shrugged, “Shouldn’t couples do things like this?”

Minho raised an eyebrow, taking in a spoonful of cereal, “I mean, I guess? I’d be okay with you in bed with me, but whatever works for you.”

The elder gave a small smile, stealing a sip of his boyfriend’s juice.



Minho was a clueless idiot.

That was Kibum’s observation anyway- all day he’d been going out of his way to show grand gestures: buying a bouquet of roses at the store, attempting to feed him chocolate. Yet what was Kibum gifted in return?

Nothing.

His boyfriend only smiled or laughed in that usual, normal way. Nothing was different with him; he was still oblivious and unobservant.

How did Jinki and Jonghyun do it?

Kibum bitterly plucked the petals off of Minho’s roses, attempting to trail them into their bedroom. He’d seen couples do things like this all the time in the movies- it usually was extremely romantic, and he couldn’t help but swoon at the thought of him leading his boyfriend to their bed full of rose petals. He smiled at the thought, his cheeks warm.

“I’m home, Bum!”

The elder dropped the rest of his petals on the bed, hastily arranging himself across the comforter. He could hear his boyfriend padding down the hallway, following his path, coming in to get his surprise-

“What’re you doing?”

Minho had an eyebrow raised, eyeing his boyfriend.

“Surprise?” Kibum’s face reddened, and he glanced down at the floor in guilt.

The younger was silent. Kibum couldn’t help but feel a little bad; Minho did just come back from the gym after all- he probably didn’t take the flowery mess as much of a romantic gesture.

“Y’know,” Minho spoke softly, stepping closer to the bed, “You don’t need a trail of roses to get me in here with you.”

“I know,” Kibum declared, sighing when Minho began to press kisses to his neck, “It’s romantic, though. Like in the movies.”

Minho chuckled into Kibum’s collarbone, “We don’t need to do everything like they do in the movies, Bum.”

The elder only smiled knowingly to himself, pulling himself closer to his boyfriend.