# 32
My Hot Babe
"So what will it be now?" Donghae says. Sat comfortably. On the other end of the couch.
Hyukjae doesn't answer him.
"Oh, ignoring me again," Donghae says. Chuckles. "That worked out well for you last time, didn't it?"
Hyukjae frowns. He has a retort. But Donghae will just smirk. Having made him speak.
"Honeybun," Donghae sings. He reaches over. Hyukjae ignores him. He gets his thigh pinched. Hyukjae doesn't react. "Baby..." Donghae moves closer. "Hey..." He pulls his arm. Pecks his cheek. "I'll take my clothes off if you don't talk to me."
Hyukjae snorts. "Go ahead."
"Aha!" Donghae says. Laughs. Gets to his feet. "He speaks--"
Hyukjae's phone rings. They both look around. Hyukjae's left it on the dinner table. He gets up to check it.
"Oh..." he mumbles. He'd forgotten.
"What is it?" Donghae says. Hugs him from behind.
"My coworkers want to go out... I kept turning them down because I was..."
"Lonely and ?"
"No! I was... sick."
Donghae turns him. Peers at his face. "You were sick, baby? When was this?"
He wasn't sick.
"Um, I was -- never mind, Hae! Can I wear one of your shirts?"
Donghae takes his hand. He loves Hyukjae in his clothes.
As they go through the closet... Donghae remembers.
"Baby, what exactly were you mad about, anyway?"
Hyukjae pauses. "Oh..." He thinks. But can't remember. He shrugs. "I don't know."
Donghae laughs. Squeezes him in a hug.
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"Oh, this is cute, I like this," Donghae says. Touching the shirt Hyukjae's slipped on. He kisses his cheek. "It doesn't look like this on me..."
"Yeah, it looks better," Hyukjae mutters.
"No, I like it more on you," Donghae says. "And these jeans look nice with it too. You have great taste. When did you get these?"
"Um, last month," Hyukjae says.
He's got a smile on now. Shy. Pleased. Donghae kisses his cheek again. Brushes his hair down.
"Okay, let's go."
"I can go by myself, Hae..."
"But why should you? I'll drop you off and then I'll pick you up, okay? You can tell them your loving husband dropped you off and your loving husband is picking you up."
Hyukjae presses a kiss to his lips. "Okay. Thanks, sweetie." Kisses him again.
"Mmm--okay, babe, you're welcome, but let's go."
Donghae pulls him back. Pecks his cheek. Takes his arm. Leads him to the door.
His husband looks beautiful. They're both easily these days. Espe
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