‘Come on. Just another three before a little break,’ Jonghyun thought, tensing his abdomen to get his back off the yoga mat. He was doing some exercises on the floor of the dorm. The Tv was on and playing music bank in the background just to keep Jonghyun a little more entertained. He took a deep breath. His arms above his head and doing a little stretch before bringing them down to his stomach to drum on them.

Another set. Three, two, one. Jonghyun tensed again, his hands behind his head as he moved his elbow to the knee he lifted up in a criss-cross. It wasn’t the hardest thing to do but he had no time to go to the gym before he had to go to the open-garden studio and he was feeling itchy to get some movement.

Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty. Jonghyun relaxed again, moving his head from side to side to crack the vertebras in his neck. Another deep breath before he started his next set of traditional sit ups. And go.

There was a rustle and then the sound of the door opening but Jonghyun didn’t stop. It would be either Taemin or Kibum coming home.

“I’m home. Got food!” The voice was in a comical pitch, one that Kibum always like to use. Jonghyun smiled despite himself. Thirty-six, thirty-seven, thirty eight, Kibum called out again even though he must know that there was someone home since the tv was pretty loud.

The younger man came in view of the living room just when Jonghyun finished his set of sit ups. “Hey, what did you get?” Jonghyun asked as he laid on the floor in his home clothes of a pair of knee length shorts and a shirt with the sleeves missing.

Kibum held out a plastic bag and smiled. “Daejibulgogi,” he called out happily while Jonghyun repeated one more set of exercise. The other man disappeared in the kitchen, busying himself with setting the table, making rice and getting the side dishes out. “Hyung, come eat.” But Jonghyun was not done.

He was still in the middle of his set. And even if Kibum was stumping his feet he didn’t stop yet. He found it cute how Kibum was pouting at him and he couldn’t help but laugh a little when he did his final five sit ups with an audience.

“Hyung, I’m hungry,” the younger said, but Jonghyun needed to catch his breath.

He let down his legs and sighed, stretching his back for a little. Kibum though took it as an invitation. He straddled the elder’s hips, pouting down at him just to get his point across. But aegyo didn’t have the desired effect. Jonghyun couldn’t help but do a couple of extra sit ups. The motivation being Kibum’s lips. Every time he could reach and pecked those pouting lips. Who wouldn’t do some extra with that reward?

Well, Kibum didn’t help much. Just continued pouting as Jonghyun pressed his lips ever so lightly on his lovers. He was comfortable and loving the little game. But Jonghyun’s muscles were already burning and the food was giving out a lovely smell. Jonghyun surprised Kibum by attacking him with his arms and pulling him down. A delightful giggle erupted and Kibum couldn’t move when Jonghyun pressed more kisses on his face.

“Oh my god! Guys!” Without hearing a thing, Taemin had gotten home and had seen their little moment. Jonghyun didn’t move though, Kibum still captured in his arms on top of him.

“Ah, Taemin-ah. I got food, are you hungry?” Key asked, not doing anything to help his situation as Jonghyun’s love prisoner and laughing out-loud as Jonghyun kissed his neck and tickled him at the same time. Taemin rolled his eyes while Kibum screamed for mercy.

Well as long as Jonghyun and Key fooled around the more Taemin could stuff his face with pork. He ignored his elder’s screams and let Jonghyun do whatever he wanted with Key. It was not his business. He only stopped when someone hit his head and he knew that it might be because he was eating with his hands instead of the provided chopsticks.

Kibum’s face was all red and he was still a little bit out of breath while Jonghyun looked quite pleased with himself.

“Thank you for the meal.”