Later that afternoon, Kyungsoo was in the midst of making his famous kimchi spaghetti. Professionally handling kitchen utensils like he was born to hold it. He was then halted when he heard the door open. Kyungsoo stopped to look back a second but decided to finish his work of art first. He heard familiar voices he hadn't heard in like 24 hours or less. "Where's Hyung?"

The singer smirked as footsteps made their way to the kitchen. He again stopped with the cooking and looked at his reflection on a plate. Well no , I look like . He quickly brushed off tiny dusts and whatnot that was clinging on his shirt then did a quick comb with the use of his hands. Too bad he forgot that he held butter with that hand so he was left with buttery hair. Nice Kyungsoo, he groaned to himself. He flailed his arms causing him to almost knock off the plate full of pasta but thankfully, he was stopped by someone's hand.

"J-jongin." He cursed himself for stuttering, with his back still facing the other.

"Hey Hyung," The younger boy chuckled, "did you missed me?"

"Wha—Wh..." Kyungsoo clear his throat. "What are you saying?" He said as he tried his hardest not to look weird. His arms were kind of failing him at tha time because he could feel himself tremble like crazy. Jongin creepily slipped his hands down Kyungsoo's waist. Making the other one gulped in frustration.

"Whaaat?!" The tanned boy asked playfully. He then turned his smile into his usual smirk. Jongin slowly closed the spaces dividing him and Kyungsoo. The elder somehow tried to push him away but the other just leaned in closer, snuggling unto his neck. "I missed you. So much." This made Kyungsoo shiver under his skin.

"K-kai.. Please let g—"

"Hyung, you smell like... butter?" Jongin said, unsure of the statement.

"The stupid butter decided to hang around my hair for awhile." Kyungsoo sighed.

"And your neck."

"What?"

"Your neck. You got some on your neck too."

"Oh." Kyungsoo reached up to wipe it away. Kai buckled down his arm, completely stopping him from touching his neck. "Jongin, I'm—oh my ing god." He sweared as he felt Jongin's tongue glide along his neck. Slowly but surely making him moan into oblivion. He felt weak against everything that had to do with Jongin. Especially when he felt Jongin's teeth nibbling unto his bare skin. "F-.. stop, Jongin..—"

Kai looked up and smirked. "Last time I checked, you never swore." He then continued to wipe off the butter with his warm tongue. "Hyung..."
 

"...."
 

But before another word could even escape both of their lips, Suho barged in. Kyungsoo quickly shrugged Kai away making the younger pout.

"Kyungsoo!" The leader greeted with his usual smile. "You're still.." His eyes wandered on the pasta ".. not done." The smiling machine pouted. "I'm so hungry. Why are you like this to me Kyungsoo-yah!?"

"Hyung, calm down. I'll be finished in about ten minutes. I promise" Kyungsoo held up his hand in promising. "Just please take this patient with you and hold your horses for a while."  He said as he pushed Kai forward. "It will be done. And it will be perfect." Ignoring the deep stare that Kai was giving him. 

"Like always, Kyungsoo-yah!" Suho cheered while grabbing Kai's shoulders as he led him to the living room. "Come on, let's wait for Kyungsoo's masterpiece to finish!" Before leaving the room, Kai quickly winked at the older causing Kyungsoo to blush in velvet red. Like damn, that went well, he sighed as he rested against the counter.