Minseok stares weirdly at the full plate of food already set on the kitchen table in front of him. He looks around, trying to see if any of his other band members were awake yet, but that couldn’t be. He’s usually the first one up making coffee for everyone else. He frowns, moving slowly to sit at the table with caution. His brows rise when he sees a place card behind the plate with his name on it. A smile slowly finds it way onto his face as he recognizes the handwriting, reaching out to pick it up and look around. “Kyungsoo?” he calls out, watching with an ever-growing smile as the said male pokes his head out from behind the wall separating the kitchen from the living room.   A full heart-shaped smile is presented to him as Kyungsoo laughs, removing himself from his hiding spot to walk over to him. The younger’s hair and clothes are a disarrayed state, sticking out all over the place. He pouts when the elder laughs himself, “I know I’m a mess, hyung.”   “You’re a cute mess,” Minseok comments, holding an arm out so Kyungsoo could come join him and sit on his lap. He smiles when the younger does as so. “You made this for me?” he questions, cutting a piece of his breakfast before holding it out for the younger.   Kyungsoo nods, looking briefly to the elder before squinting his eyes at him in determination. “Did you brush your teeth, hyung?”   Minseok looks at him confused before he nods, closing his eyes because he knows what the younger is hinting at. Kyungsoo softly chuckles, leaning in to give him a soft kiss on the lips. It’s nothing more than innocent, slowly massaging each other’s lips, before the wonderful sensation is cut short when Kyungsoo gives him a bright smile, eats the food held up with the fork, and then gets off of his lap. Minseok looks at him dazed before he’s left on his own in the kitchen.   “Finish your breakfast, hyung,” the younger calls out as he’s walking down the hallway, “I’m going to wake up the others.” Minseok slowly turns his head, watching as Kyungsoo quickly runs back to him to sit on his lap, give him a tight hug, and another kiss on the lips, this time with more pressure to it. The elder drops the fork he’s holding and quickly puts his hands on the younger’s waist, breathing him in and bringing him in closer.   Kyungsoo lightly whimpers, carding his fingers lovingly on the hairs at the back of Minseok’s head. He lightly tugs on it, the elder easily moving his head back because he knows how much the younger likes dominating others. Kyungsoo stares him down, cheeks a nice, pretty shade of pink before he’s leaning back in for another kiss. Minseok smiles into it, relinquishing his hold on the younger as he wriggles a bit on his lap then slowly gets up.   The younger gives him a satisfied, breathtaking smile, “Okay. Now finish your breakfast,” before he’s turning around to go wake up the others.   Still looking dazed at Kyungsoo’s retreating back, he slowly smiles before regaining himself. He looks down to his food, stares at it for a few seconds, and starts eating it.   It’s a great start to the day after all.       In the almost three years he’s been with EXO and the almost one year he’s been with EXO in one dorm, Minseok has gotten used to the feeling of the shower curtain opening behind him and someone slipping in to bathe with him. He looks behind him to see who it is though, just to make sure it’s not some random burglar or stalker. He smiles when he sees Zitao’s boyish grin directed at him before the younger is reaching around him for the body wash.   “I thought you already took a shower, Tao,” Minseok softly comments, going back to washing his body.   “No,” Zitao responds back, pouring some soap into a hand, “I waited until the others were done.”   Minseok’s brows furrow. He’s about to turn around to ask why when he feels strong hands place themselves on his shoulders. His mouth opens again as he remains looking forward, about to question the younger, when those strong hands start kneading out the knots in his shoulders and back. “Oh,” he breathes out, head falling forward as he relishes in the sudden massage.   Zitao smiles happily, working slowly until he’s got every knot out of his hyung’s back. He hums, filling the bathroom with sounds of music and water droplets for a few minutes, before they hear the bathroom door opening and Junmyeon’s voice filters in as well.   “Are you guys almost done? We need to leave soon.”   “Almost, hyung,” Zitao calls out, hearing the door shut a moment later, before he stops his ministrations, gently guiding Minseok under the spray of water to clean him off before grabbing the shampoo himself.   Minseok turns to give him a smile, “What was that for?”   Zitao shrugs, smiling like he’s trying to hide something, “Nothing, hyung.”   The elder gives him a skeptical look before he grins wider, taking the shampoo from him. “Fine, but now it’s my turn.”       Minseok’s head is tilting side to side as they make their way to their first schedule of the day. He smiles in happiness when he feels a calloused hand gently cradle his head before guiding it to rest on a broad shoulder. He looks up sleepily to see Yixing’s smiling face directed at him before he feels a soft kiss planted on his head. “Xing?” he calls out softly.   “Hmm?” the other hums back, moving his hand down to interlace his fingers with Minseok’s own.   “You’re soft but hard, you know?” the elder continues on, now starting to ramble as he floats off to dreamland.   Yixing chuckles, moving his head to place it gently on top of the elder’s, “What are you talking about, hyung?”   “And you’re pretty amazing when you dance. I don’t know how to be more confident when I dance.”   “You’re beautiful too, hyung,” Yixing softly laughs out, moving to place another kiss on the elder’s head, “Go to sleep.”   Minseok looks down to their tangled fingers on his slightly smaller thigh. He smiles at the sight, “I like your fingers too. They’re pretty like Baekhyunnie’s.”   Yixing stifles himself from laughing too much. He looks down to their fingers as well. “Did you drink your coffee this morning yet?” He feels the elder shake his head against his shoulder.   “No, I’m going with Luhannie later.”   “Between schedules?”   Minseok nods, finally closing his eyes, “Hum me a happy tune, Xing.”   The younger chuckles again, biting his lip briefly as he thinks of a tune that makes him happy. He smiles, saying, “Of course, because you are eating healthier again, hyung.” He lifts his other hand to trace patterns on the back of Minseok’s hand connected to his. “You worry me, hyung.” He sighs softly when he hears a dismissive noise before humming his happy tune, picking up the elder’s hand to kiss the back of his knuckles. “But we love you just the same.”       Minseok watches as Zitao and Sehun pose for their photoshoot along with Baekhyun. He’s still a bit confused as to how Baekhyun fits in with them, but he goes along with it. Something about how the younger has the face of an actor, or something like it. He smiles when he feels warm, lanky arms circle around over his shoulders. He looks up to see Yifan’s gummy smile directed at him, and they start to sway to the music playing overhead. He laughs.   “What’s gotten into you, Yifan?”   The younger shrugs, crossing his arms in front of the shorter man to keep him caged in. “You’re like, absolutely adorable like Kyungsoo. I could keep you in my pocket if I could.”   Laughing, Minseok tilts his head back again, mirth dancing in his eyes, “What in the world are you talking about, Mr. Galaxy?”   Yifan shrugs again, chuckling when he catches Luhan’s glare across the room, Minseok blissfully unaware. “Not too sure, Seokkie.”   “You are definitely an odd one, Yifan,” the elder comments. He laughs some more when the younger leans down to breathe in his toxic-scented hair. “Why are you breathing in toxic fumes? You know I just had my hair sprayed with all that gunk.”   “But you still smell divine.”   Minseok rolls his eyes, fighting his way out of the hug the other managed to pull him into. He smiles affectionately though, “You’re just as bad as Baekhyun and Jongdae.”   Yifan pouts, pulling in the elder for a quick hug, before letting him go. He just smiles happily at him, “You look perfect.”   The elder simply rolls his eyes again, trying to fight off a blush, and laughs embarrassedly. He eyes Yifan going to stand in front of the white screen, catching his gaze as he gives him a smirk as he tries to act cool again. He really doesn’t know what’s going on, but he continues to go along with it.       Looking throughout the small group of EXO members staying by the table full of food, he eyes a specific member as he’s called out again to take some more pictures with him. He laughs when he sees a piece of chicken hanging out of Baekhyun’s mouth before he hurriedly finishes the piece and puts it on Kyungsoo’s ever-growing stack of chicken bones. There’s a teasing smile on the elder’s face as Baekhyun tries to swallow all the food in his mouth.   “I thought I was done,” the younger whispers as he goes to stand next to him, “Man, I’m hungry.”   “Calm down, puppy,” Minseok teases, reaching out an arm to pull in the younger close, “You looked absolutely starved.”   Baekhyun was about to pout and protest when the photographer starts to pick up his camera. He poses, easily putting a smile on his face. “I’m not a puppy, hyung,” he mutters through his teeth. He turns in the middle of the snapshots to put his arm around the elder instead. “But I like the spotlight.”   Minseok laughs, the flashes coming in through his closed eyes as he leans in close to the younger’s chest, “Of course you do. You’re such a diva.”   “And you’re not?”   The two look at each other before Minseok answers with a smile, “I don’t think so.”   They both start laughing, more shots being taken before they’re told they’re done for now. Baekhyun sighs, hurriedly going back to the table to eat. The elder laughs, following after him. His brow rises when chopsticks with food between it are ra