⊹ ࣪ ˖ leeknow .

*leaves a little basket of fruits and kitty treats with a note*
-hope you're doing well. please make sure to eat and stay hydrated.

@lee ⋆ minho ˡᵉᵉᵏⁿᵒʷ wraps myself around you.
hi babe what's up?

@hwang ⋆ hyunjin kisses the center of your forehead.
come back here.

@lee ⋆ minho ˡᵉᵉᵏⁿᵒʷ runs in.
smooches lino’s forehead.
runs out.

@yang ⋆ jeongin ᶦⁿ your words jolt electricity down his spine, fondness and desire boiling over as his lips grant yours with another exchange, this time much longer — far more significant than the last. he adores the not-so-subtle silent demand, speaking between every brush of his brims.

ah, come on. don't say that so suddenly..

@lee ⋆ minho ˡᵉᵉᵏⁿᵒʷ prideful. he responds, barely above a whisper. jeongin melts into the feel of brims brushing against his own, letting out a huff over its fleetingness; palms finding refuge on your shoulders, scrunching at fabric lightly.

only you'd be able to have this much effect on me, hyung.

@yang ⋆ jeongin ᶦⁿ i didn't even do anything and you're worse? should i be worried or prideful?
his palm places at the back of your head, invading personal space as his lips ghost along yours; teasing. it's a kiss nonetheless, but one with mischief behind it.

@han ⋆ jisung ʰᵃⁿ minho was nothing without his quips, banter, stubbornness and eyerolls. not to mention shy smile, and as much as he likes to think those are few and far between, he hands them out too often for his own good. "all that mouth does is complain. oh nooo.. what ever will i do about my five stars. they'll shut me down. i'll lose my business. my family will have no food and i'll be in shambles!" his own hand places at his forehead, feigning faint, stumbling around to aid in his dramatics. he changes hands, groceries weighting down one over the other, doing an occasional two-step as he lingers over him. he mumbles back something mindless as he digs through one bag, raising jisung's arm up just enough to tuck a packet of sour sweets under it. bribed into silence, and he'll get to watch the way his face contorts with each bite. a win-win situation.

the boy hums back, amused, beckoning up and to follow as he attempts to put things away. groceries for two, and whatever treats he's managed to spoil his cats with this time (terrible habit, really, there's ought to be a pile of miscellaneous toys and snacks by now). "funny," he starts, unable to hide the obvious grin in his voice, one item disappearing into the fridge at a time, "but i think that's more my job than yours nowadays.." he trails off, shooting him a look before flexing one of his arms obnoxiously, swinging his body back into jisung's orbit.

"didn't have anything in mind. any special requests, jagiya? i'm on housewife duty today, as always. you love to take advantage of me so." he muses, properly rolling up sleeves, warming palms under water, soaking and soaping.

@lee ⋆ minho ˡᵉᵉᵏⁿᵒʷ you already do. let's kiss?

@yang ⋆ jeongin ᶦⁿ i can make you worse.

jumps, slightly startled.

did you need attention, hyunjin?

barges in and bangs pans.

@lee ⋆ minho ˡᵉᵉᵏⁿᵒʷ jisung was already expecting a witty remark to be thrown back to him, he would've been surprised and quite concerned if minho /didn't/ have some sort of clever rebuttal; he always did. what jisung wasn't expecting was for his comfort to be ripped away from him, spoiling his last chance of falling back into the black and white world of his dreams. the cold air made him groan and the noise only grew louder with minho's finger pressed into his forehead. "what a rude awakening," he grumbled, brown eyes fluttering open again while his hand rubbed at the spot on his head, lips shaping themselves into a pout to pretend as if such a thing genuinely hurt him. "the hotel staff here is the worst. two stars."

their bickering was normal, there not being a single person in the world that jisung was close with that wasn't the victim of back and forth banter. it went without saying that he found his with minho to be the most fun, unable to stop the eating grin from bubbling to the surface of his expression even after his poor attempt to gain sympathy from minho. "because you mentioned getting me something, making me dinner and allowing me to pick the movie for tonight, my rating has went back to five stars. god, i love it here."

it was by now that jisung pushed himself up into a sitting position, back leaning against the couch pillows with his legs crossed in front of him, still too cold to dangle them off the couch and minho still being rather close, not that he minded. "what's for dinner anyways? you need any help? i can like, open jars and stuff for you." he blinked a few times to refocus his vision, laughing at his own dumb joke.

@lee ⋆ minho ˡᵉᵉᵏⁿᵒʷ i can fix you.

@yang ⋆ jeongin ᶦⁿ oh, Ouch.. it burns.. it hurts. what ever will i do.

@lee ⋆ minho ˡᵉᵉᵏⁿᵒʷ it'd only be broken because you destroyed it.

@han ⋆ jisung ʰᵃⁿ like hell he'd let him sleep all day. both of their schedules are ed up enough, he didn't need to add another element of issue. he was already practically waking him up in the morning, jisung's personal alarm clock - that's hard enough as it is.

minho blinks at the touch, absentmindedly leaning into it. no cameras, a small reminder to himself as he relaxes his shoulders. he doesn't have it in him to play stubborn black cat today, but maybe tomorrow. he has a whiny little creature sprawled out in front of him to tend to. his free hand reaches out, enough to yank blanket back down, bursting jisung's bubble of warmth. index finger pokes the center of his forehead, a little harder than necessary. "well, aren't i the nicest hyung ever, then? i already picked you up a few things. you raid my fridge often enough.. i got tired of making two trips." he doesn't mention that he's fine with doing it, likes it, even, picking up funny little snacks for them to rate, rave and review over. he's sure jisung'll be pleased with the selection of favorites he's managed to note over the years.

minho rolls his eyes back, fond smile threating as he waves his hand in the air, dismissive. disgustingly cute. he can feel his teeth aching with cavities, fighting the urge to gnaw chubby cheeks in typical affection-aggression style that only spikes when jisung was present.

he decides to be normal instead.

"yeah, yeah. your stuff is already here. dinner and a movie as usual? i'm going to start making you pay a minho tax, you know."

@lee ⋆ minho ˡᵉᵉᵏⁿᵒʷ bliss. jisung was in pure bliss at the current moment. the temperature of the apartment was just right, the couch was the perfect amount of fluffiness, the blanket made him warm but not too warm. if it hadn't been for his group-mate, he would sleep the entire afternoon away. the puff of air (despite being the much more tame option) caused jisung to jump, eyes quickly fluttering themselves open while he groaned obscenities. couldn't minho just let him sleep? it was like he /wanted/ to torture jisung, which, now that he thought about it, wasn't something he'd put past his friend.

"hi," jisung finally spoke, running a sleepy hand through minho's hair then his own, "you're finally home. if i had known you were getting groceries i would have made a request, then i wouldn't have fallen asleep." the younger threw a playful accusatory expression, at least as much as he could muster while still being at ten percent body battery. his eyes close again, pulling the blanket closer to him than it had been before. it doesn't take long for him to murmur, "what are you making for dinner tonight? wow, you want me stay over? thank you, hyung. you're the best!"

@han ⋆ jisung ʰᵃⁿ this.. is *his* apartment, no? he almost does a double take despite knowing better; jisung lived there as much as he did. hell, it's not as though he pried that spare key out of his hands. there's a part of him that wants to slam the door behind him, watch jisung spring from his couch like an overly wound up cartoon character, but alas. he'd save his cruelty for another time.

the elder boy looms over him like a shadow, groceries still in hand as he simply stares, crouching down enough, inches away from his face. jisung looks so pretty like this; peaceful. as if he wasn't the number one nuisance of all his thoughts at every waking hour. his nose scrunches, uneven heartbeat stuttering in response - acting before he can dwell. minho blows a puff of air, directly onto his sleeping face.

"boo."

@lee ⋆ minho ˡᵉᵉᵏⁿᵒʷ jisung doesn't even know how long he's been inside minho's apartment, only that he used his spare key to get inside and while waiting for his best friend to magically appear, jisung made himself comfortable on his couch. this wasn't a rare occurrence, no, this was a nearly-every-other-day occurrence. it was often that jisung joked about always getting the best naps at minho's place, but it's been the truth for so long. even when they all shared a place, he preferred minho's room over his own. some things just never change, and for that he was happy.

he rolled over to the left side of the couch, hand lolling off the edge with one of minho's fleece blankets tucked across his mouth. jisung hadn't anticipated falling asleep this time that he came to visit, but who was he to deny the call of yet another warm and fuzzy dream?

*squeezes you gently against me, smile growing*
How you doing today? Have you eaten?

ah, cute.
he mumbles, returning the small peck to your cheek, leaning back a bit. cuddly thing you are.

*wraps my arms around you tightly, smiling softly*
Everything is okay. Was just missing you is all
*Kisses your head*

gently slots himself into your arms.
hey. everything okay?

*opens my arms*
Attention pls?

chris?

Lino

hi hyunjin.

hi gayies

leans over to bite gently at the apple of jeongin's cheek. hey, you.