“Changkyunnie~” a familiar voice whispers in a singsong tone. Changkyun stirs, but doesn’t yet open his eyes. He doesn’t want to start the day. Not yet. 

Suddenly, there’s a light pressure on his lips, and he can’t help but move closer to the source. It tastes like Americano and strawberries, and he knows it’s Kihyun. 

He can’t help but smile as he opens his eyes, reaching a hand up from under his warm cocoon of blankets to keep the older man from pulling away too early. He’s too slow, though, and Kihyun pulls back with a mischievous glint to his eye.