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Lips softly pressed together in a thin line, he reaches out to slip his slender fingers through the elder male’s ebony tresses—it was a habit of his the often emerged whenever the betrothed couple were with one another. “Would you like me to fetch you something from the kitchen?” He offers, almost as if he were trying to answer the prayers of his growling stomach. Even if the position they were in was far too comfortable, he’ll detach himself from the warmth of the blanket if his lover requests something to eat. After all, Suho generally brought him breakfast whenever he’s asked for it, it’d only be fair if he were to return the kind gesture. 

To avoid being hit with the pillow, he lifts his hand from his side and holds it out in front of him, fingers curling around the material of the pillow case to catch it before it had came in contact with his face. Pale lips parting, his tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth and a sound of annoyance was emitted—though he met so in a playful way, both Joonmyeon and Luhan generally pulled such an antic whenever the other was acting childish. “You’re such a conceded little shit, you know that? Ah, look like I’ll be baby sitting my fiance tonight.” His tone is laced with a hint of mischief as he spoke, almost as if he were trying to taunt the elder. “Shall I go and get your play pin ready?”

He was beginning to find their little antics quite ridiculous. Instead of verbally speaking to one another, they were communicating between text messages—especially since they were siting right beside each other. So he sets his phone down onto the couch and faces the elder, lips were compacted together into a perpetual thin line as his gaze was steadied on the blonde-haired male that was siting beside him. He's never told him this before, but Luhan often admired Joonmyeon's flawless features when they were together. Guilty as charged, he doesn't mind. "You're lucky you're cute, or I would have hit you by now."

[SMS — 空气♥] Hey, I take a shower everyday, so of course I’d have to change my undergarments. You’re really cute, do you know that? Have a nice day, Joonmyeon.

He could almost always be found on the balcony that was attached to his bedroom, elbows propped against the railing and his head tipped towards the glistening moon—astronomy was what intrigued him and it's been that way ever since he was a child. He's heard many tales about the constellations, but one that stuck with him most had been the myth of the stars being seen as openings in heaven, where the love of lost ones poured throgh and shined down upon their beloveds to let them know that they're happy. It gives him assurance, knowing that his parents are doing well. Thoughts tossed to the side at the presence of another being detected, he glances over his shoulder and spots his significant other rested upon his bed—shrouded by a sea of pillows. Joonmyeon has always had this childish side to him and he finds it adorable. Lips curling into a small grin, he steadies himself towards the elder and places a hand upon the top of his head. "Keep it, it's all yours. I'll take the couch tonight."

[SMS] I love you.

He freezes in his spot from the distinct sound of footsteps that were echoing into his ears. Luhan presumes that whomever was rushing at him from behind was closing in on him and the clue that made this thought more vivid had to be the volume of the sound growing louder at each step that was being taken. To prevent any accident from happen, he shifts himself around on his foot — only to be greeted by his significant other practically himself at him. “Baby!” He exclaims with a laugh descending pass his lips, arms winding around the elder’s waist, he picks him up and spins him around in a hug before setting him down onto his own two feet. “You’re free to eat me whenever you’d like.”