Changkyun sticks his phone in between his teeth, struggling to get to his keys with his hands weighed down by plastic bags full of takeout food. However, a familiar lanky arm wraps around his waist, pushing a dingy silver key into the lock and twisting it. Changkyun smiles back at his boyfriend around the electric device in his mouth, and Hyungwon can’t help but chuckle fondly as he pushes the door open. He presses a kiss to the younger’s temple before reaching up to remove the phone from his dongsaeng’s pearly whites, allowing Changkyun to enter their home first.

The younger hurriedly takes off his shoes and leaves them in the middle of the entryway, too hungry to be bothered with putting them into the shoe rack properly. Hyungwon doesn’t even attempt at putting them in their place. He only kicks them out of the way before stepping out of his own shoes, leaving them outside of the shoe rack, as well. He shuffles after the underground rapper, smiling softly as he watches him scurry to their kitchen to get disposable chopsticks.

He returns after only a moment later. Changkyun sits down cross-legged in between the couch and the coffee table, where he’d quickly set down all the bags upon entering their home. Hyungwon moves to sit beside him, the grimy floorboards most likely staining his brand new socks as he slides his feet across. He does his best to not look around at this hole-in-the-wall apartment he and Changkyun can barely afford between them, shame at his inability to support himself and his boyfriend filling him.