"Hey." He watches Joonmyun stand and add the new ball of yarn to the pile on the table. It's the last one, a labor of love and boredom worked out over many hours. "Pay me, jerk. I may work for cheap, but I'm not free."

Joonmyun laughs and bends over to kiss him. "Thank you for your help."

"Aren't there machines or something that would wind yarn faster?"

"Sort of, but I don't mind doing it by hand. It's not hard." It's not, but it is boring.

"But it's boring." His boyfriend just smiles. He's heard it all before and will hear it all again. Knitting is nothing like chasing down a soccer ball or throwing opponents to the mat. It's stationary work that requires consciousness. The times he's found himself mindlessly automatic, he dropped stitches and added others and had to redo it all.

It's pretty much the exact opposite of anything Baekhyun would ever think or want to do. He's the restless sort.

Baekhyun has sat up and is trying to juggle three balls of yarn, but he keeps his hands too close together and drops them. "Could you teach me?"

Joonmyun blinks stupidly. "To juggle?" He may be a man of many talents, but juggling is not one of them.

"No!" Baekhyun throws a ball at him. "To knit."