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Sitting in the park, wrapped in his winter clothes and eating a warm bun and drinking some coffee from a plastic cup, he was humming to himself. He’d pulled his mask down under his chin, but most people wre sitting on benches on this time of year, so it was more likely his odd choice of sitting space was more of an attention draw.

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        tao had just gotten home from work, sighing loudly as he kicks off his shoes and wanders around the house to look for his beloved. he makes it to their bedroom where he slips off his jacket and turns to see the bathroom light on. maybe he was being a little intrusive, he had every right to--they were getting married. slowly opening the door, he sees cho’s in the middle of a bubble bath, and he just smiles a bit at him, thinking about how cute and lowkey hot he looked right now. ❝hey, i’m home~❞

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        the time is 9:53PM. it’s early, yet so late because tao is sitting at the bar, already downing more drinks than he can count. it’s been two weeks since his break up. or was it three? he can’t tell--or rather remember--at the moment, but that’s okay because he doesn’t think he wants to know. usually he would be completely drunk by now, but for the past few drinks, he had just been swirling the liquid around in his glass, his mind a blur of thoughts. questions like what it his fault? why did he deserve this? and is there anything he could’ve done? run through his mind and it does nothing for him but cause a ache in his heart. he finally downs his glass when a stranger decides to come sit next to him. a rather handsome stranger at that. what was he saying? he literally just got out of a relationship two--or maybe three--weeks ago. he shouldn’t get into a new one so quick. but then he and that handsome stranger are talking, and a new name slips from the other’s appealing lips. 

    during the time that they were apart, cho missed out on even the simplest forms of affection – the ones where he was just able to hold tao in his arms in any sort of way, to smell the conditioner in his hair and the lingering scent of his body wash on his skin. and now that he had come back home, up and making breakfast as he always has done, the dancer couldn’t hold himself back. he craved that innocent intimacy that he had felt deprived of for too long – even if it hadn’t exactly been that long at all.     “good morning, my love,” he spoke in the same old groggy voice he always did when he first woke up, and his face was still puffy as he had just gotten up merely moments earlier. facing tao’s back, his hands found the male’s hips and he gently pulled him back into him, though not in a terribly needy way. the only thing he was needy for was tao’s presence and to feel his body close to his again – he missed mornings like these. slowly, his lips touched the back of his neck and he smiled faintly against the warm glow of his skin. “god, i’ve missed this..”

        taken tao would sometimes cook breakfast in the morning, cooking everything he knew cho loved, he figured he should cook something the first morning together with cho. pancakes, coffee and cinnamon rolls were on the menu for breakfast. he had been working on the pancakes when he hears the lazy padding of cho’s heavy feet headed his way. he only grins to himself, not saying a word because he already knows cho is going to greet him. the hands at his hips cause him to grin just a bit wider, continuing to work at the pancakes. it’s not until he feels the gentle pull that he lets out a soft laugh, using his left hand to find cho’s, wrapping his hand around his gently. ❝good morning, handsome. you know i really do love it when you call me your love. it has a nice sound to it.❞ his voice is soft but content, as he was still quite tired as well. he hums slightly at the kisses upon his neck, goosebumps finding their way to his skin, his eyes even shutting for a moment. 

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