Sehun wakes from his nap in Jongin’s arms. The latter is playing with his hair, and grins when Sehun’s eyes open a crack only to close again when the light is too bright.

“Good morning, sunshine.”

Sehun groans at the pet name and turns so his back is facing Jongin. “Too early.”

“What do you mean? It’s five p.m. and I’m getting hungry.” Jongin’s fingers skitter over Sehun’s side and rub circles into the skin exposed from Sehun’s shirt riding up. “What do you want to eat today?”

“My feelings.”

“What the heck does that even mean,” Jongin deadpans.

“I don’t know, I just needed a snarky remark.” Sehun smiles with his entire face, nose scrunching, eyes curving. “I’m okay with anything.”

Jongin comes up with a mental list of five possible places they can go to before naming them out loud. “Do you want to call for takeout or go out?”

“I don’t care.”

“Okay…sushi?”

“Don’t want a stomachache.”

“McDonald’s?”

“You have the food taste of a five-year-old.”

“Fine. We can call for jjajangmyun.”

“I wanna go out.”

“What about Subway?”

“We can make our own sandwiches at home.”

“Udon?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of samgyupsal.”

Jongin pinches Sehun side until he starts squirming. “You couldn’t tell me that from the beginning?”

Sehun smiles cheekily. “Can you do the grilling?”

“Yes, you’d probably hurt yourself grilling, are you kidding me?”

Sehun turns around so that he’s facing Jongin and cups his hand on Jongin’s cheek. “You know I really appreciate everything about you right?”

“Are you going to get sentimental and cry on me right now? Right before dinner?”

“Hey, you know I’m sensitive!” Sehun punches Jongin’s chest lightly and buries his face into it. “I just never thought you’d like me back, Jongin,” he adds. His voice is so muffled Jongin asks him to repeat. “I don’t know when I started liking you. I didn’t even think I liked guys. I just liked you.”

“That’s so freaking cheesy.” Jongin shifts his body so that he has his hands on either side of Sehun’s head and his entire body is draped on the younger. “I guess you could say you’re Jong-ual.”

“Oh my god, shut up!” Sehun bats his fists against Jongin’s chest and fake gags. “You’re disgusting. I don’t have an appetite anymore. I’m not eating!”

Jongin can only smile before darting down to press a soft kiss on Sehun’s chin. “Let’s get dinner. You’re paying?”

“You’re the one with the job?”

“You’re the one with the craving?”

“I said I d