Okay. Maybe scrubbing a pan in the morning isn't the most quiet way to sulk but it's the only thing he can think of at the moment. He knew he had woken up Taekwoon when a weight settled behind him.

"Hey, don't sulk. Do you really think I forgot?"

"But it's the first time you didn't greet me at 12." he whined, putting the pan down.

"Last night was the first decent sleep you had this week. I didn't have the heart to wake you up."

"But--"

"We can celebrate all day to make up for it. Happy birthday, Hakyeonnie."