Four

Baekhyun is trying to mark test papers in bed when Kyungsoo enters the room, shirt undone and slipping off his shoulders. His red pen pauses on the page in the middle of drawing a smiley face for his pupil’s good score, his own smiley face openly admiring the movements of Kyungsoo’s back muscles beneath his skin as he starts stripping down by the wardrobe. Baekhyun nibbles unwittingly on the end of his pen. His eyes go down, up, down, up. Up, down. Side to side.

“Looking good, hon,” he purrs around the tip of the pen in his mouth, smirking when Kyungsoo throws a narrowed glance over his shoulder.

“Because I put the work in.”

Baekhyun smiles, dropping his eyes to finish his smiley face. Next to it, he leaves a small note of encouragement, then adds the paper to the pile of fully marked tests and moves onto the next one.

“Well, not all of us are crazy enough to go to the gym at five in the morning every day.”

Kyungsoo throws on an old t-shirt – one Baekhyun bought from a band tour about eight years ago. He turns, says: “It’s not like you need to go to the gym anyways.” He walks (struts) to his side of the bed and flips the covers back by the corner. Then, he climbs in, just as Baekhyun coos at him.

“I’m glad you think so because my tum isn’t going anywhere.”

Kyungsoo laughs, delicious. Baekhyun brims gleefully at his smile. He would kiss him, but his test papers need to come first. He gets back to work,