“Do you have your toothbrush?”

“Mmhmm.”

“What about medication? Your eye infection was acting up last night.”

“Got it.”

“Underwear?”

“Yes, dear.”

Ryeowook spun around, frantically tapping away at his phone. “What about—”

“—I’m sure I have it,” Kyuhyun yawned, sitting on the couch playing on his laptop. Closing the lid, he looked up at the buzzing figure running around the apartment. “Yeobo…,” he teased casually. There was no reaction.

Frowning, Kyuhyun stood up, slowly making his way towards Ryeowook in a way that was almost like a predator. Any sudden movements could send the obsessive little man even crazier.

Seeing the opportunity, Kyuhyun jumped forward, catching Ryeowook in a playful hug. The male jumped a little, but then sighed, tilting his head to give Kyuhyun a tired smile. “What do you need?”

“You,” he responded, beaming so all his pearly whites showed, “but that’s a constant necessity. So, I guess I don’t really need anything.”

Ryeowook rolled his eyes, amusement curving his lips up in a smile. “Come into the bedroom so we can finish packing.” He slipped out of Kyuhyun’s arms, taking his hand and leading him inside the spacious room.

“The bedroom is a sacred place for sleeping, canoodling, and ,” Kyuhyun complained, “why are you tainting it with things like packing?”

“Oh hush,” he released the taller male, picking up a suitcase and tossing it at him. “Pick out what you want. I already put the essentials in there.” Ryeowook got his own luggage out and opened the closet. “Kyuhyun, could you order take out?”

“You’re not going to cook?” he mock-gasped, fishing his phone out and lazily dialing the Chinese take-out place across the street. “I can’t live without my precious wife’s food.”

Ryeowook threw a rolled pair of socks at the man, sticking his tongue out.

Kyuhyun laughed, catching the soft cotton and mumbling orders into the phone. “Thanks, bye,” he ended the call, tossing the phone aside. “Hey Ryeo-ah, I have a game we can play.”

“If it involves stripping we’re not doing it,” he retorted, pulling out a pair of yellow pants and holding them up for inspection. “What about these?”

“I like you in white pants more,” Kyuhyun responded, “and no, it doesn’t involve stripping. We can save that for Hawaii.” He grinned at Ryeowook’s face. “Anyway, every time you can’t catch this sock ball, you have to tell me a fun fact about Hyungsik.”

The slender figure stopped moving, head turning to look at Kyuhyun in surprise. Smiling faintly, Kyuhyun shrugged and threw the ball in the air, catching it as it sailed back down. “You didn’t forget did you?” he played with the cotton, idly tugging at some loose threads, “I promised that I would help you. So c’mon, let’s play.” Kyuhyun suddenly flicked his wrist and the ball sailed across the room, brushing Ryeowook’s fumbling fingers. “Looks like you lose.”

“I guess so,” he sighed, chuckling. Picking the socks up, he began re-rolling them, “Something interesting…Hyungsik was really athletic when we were younger.”

Kyuhyun frowned disapprovingly, “That’s no fun. I wanted something like ‘He sleeps with a stuffed monkey’ or ‘He wet his bed until he was thirteen’.”

“Save it for next time,” Ryeowook grinned, throwing the ball back. Turning to the closet, he started digging around for t-shirts and swim wear.

“Next time is here.” Kyuhyun nodded to the cotton ball on the floor by his lover’s feet.

Picking it up, Ryeowook thought for a moment before saying, “He absolutely would deny it, but he could be a klutz. I remember the neighborhood kids would treat him like one of their own because he was so silly even in his last year.” Clearing his throat, he tossed the ball back, only to watch it magically fall into the palm of Kyuhyun’s hand. “How are you doing that?” Ryeowook shook his head in disbelief.

“I’m coordinated, unlike Hyungsik,” he snorted, “and you too.”

The sock ball bumped Ryeowook in the shoulder, causing him to look up from what he had only begun to search through. Kyuhyun was smirking and rocking back and forth on the edge of the bed, “Gimme another fact.”

“Okay,” he sighed, folding a white button down shirt, “uhm…he was really gullible as a kid. We would get into trouble all the time,” Ryeowook explained, “like, we once got into a water balloon fight with some older kids because I wanted to get back at them. Hyungsik tagged along because I told him too.”

“Oh? Ryeowook the rebel leader…that’s sounds really strange,” Kyuhyun mused. The ball flew back at him and he caught it. “Are you going to pack your new pants?”

“The red ones,” he clarified, pulling them out.

“Ah yes,” Kyuhyun’s eyes lit up, “actually, you know, you could just put them on right now—”

“—isn’t it about time that you go and pick up the food?” Ryeowook interrupted, frowning at his lover.

“Fine, fine,” he sighed, standing up and walking over to Ryeowook. Leaning down, Kyuhyun pressed a kiss to the male’s cheek, lingering for a short moment. “I’ll be back soon.” Gently, he brushed his lips across Ryeowook’s hair before heading to the door.

Color raced up the small male’s face, electricity running up and down his spine. Ryeowook covered his face with a soft shirt, trying to rub away the blush. His knees felt weak and his heart was racing at that innocent touch. Kyuhyun was always alluring when he was being the arrogant charmer, but when he was the sincere and sweet man, Ryeowook didn’t know what to do. It made his body feel like it was melting in the best way possible.

Sighing heavily, he sank to the bed, smiling like a fool into the shirt still covering his face.