You just got back home after a day of work, wanting to immediately plop down on your bed, sleeping the tiredness away—yet you were surprised by the appearance of your boyfriend in the kitchen, who was preparing a meal for you. He laughed innocently, teasing you for having even darker panda eyes as he served the hot meal on the table.
“Tough day at work again, love?” He asked while grabbing a spoon and a fork for you to use.
Phainon—your boyfriend—ushered you to sit on the chair across the table. He grinned amicably, waiting for you to take your seat and eat the meal he had prepared for you. Though a little forced and tired, you let out a heavy sigh and followed his request.
Sitting down in the chair, you eventually looked at him from across the small table. Technically, the table was small enough for your and Phainon's legs to be touching each other. It wasn't really a table suited for two people, after all. Ignoring the way he seemed to be playful as he kept on touching your foot with his own, you grabbed the fork and stabbed it into the pancakes he had made.
“Why pancakes?” You looked up to Phainon, awaiting an answer to your question. He seemed to ponder for a moment before grinning like a little kid at you.
“You only had noodles here, so I thought making pancakes was better.”
Ah, right. You forgot you only stocked noodles in your house. Because your daily activities were mostly outside (and most of it was for work), excluding weekends, you hadn't really thought of buying any other food.
Phainon knew that and kindly made something else so you wouldn't get appendicitis after all the noodles you ate in one week. Well, two noodles a week wasn't that bad, right?
“Nu uh, I know what you're thinking. Too many noodles are bad, Y/N.”
Phainon looked a little angry. His lips had turned into a pout when you looked up again. He seemed to worry about you more than you thought.
“It's okay. I eat not-noodles at work anyway.”
He sighed at your answer. Goodness, you are just too stubborn for your own good. Couldn't you take his care far more seriously? It wasn't as if what he was talking about was all nonsense. He was really worried about you. What if you get sick enough that you have to stay at the hospital? He can't have that!
Based on the faraway look in Phainon's eyes, you knew he was in his inner worry for you. You simply just ate away the pancakes he had made, ignoring the intense gaze after he finished his inner monologue or something. After a bite or two, you noticed you had already finished all the pancakes he had made. Were you really that hungry?
Perhaps so—you thought as you stood up from the chair, carrying the plate and the utensils to the kitchen sink. You turned the faucet on, watering the plate and everything before leaving it on the sink to soften the crumbs that had hardened on the plate (or, as you liked to call it, procrastinating until someone would do it for you).
Phainon followed you and did the dishes for you.
“You should wash them immediately, love.” He pinched your nose before turning the water on and finishing the work you had left. “Don't procrastinate too much.”
You agreed silently in your mind and hummed as a response—you really should stop procrastinating everything before it all hits you in the head and you need to finish them all at the same time—yet Phainon, who couldn't see your expression to have a small clue of what you were thinking, thought you were just agreeing to him as if he was talking nonsense.
The moment he finished washing and drying his hands, he went to you and grabbed your shoulders, looking you straight in the eyes with an indescribable yet serious face.
“Don't just ‘hmm’ me, Y/N.”
“Yes, yes, I know. I'm just too tired right now.”
He raised an eyebrow at that. The grip on your shoulders loosened its strength, and you pushed him away slightly to get away. Phainon looked briefly surprised before following you again. You were just getting water.
Looking at the pouting Phainon beside you, the image of a big, fluffy white dog entered your mind. He really was the embodiment of a cute dog.
“Don't pout like that.” You said in between sips, watching as Phainon stopped pouting immediately after hearing your words. He let his gaze wander away from your figure and grumbled some nonsense like ‘No, I wasn't pouting’ despite the obvious act he did. Other than being an adorable puppy, he was such a big baby.
You let out a laugh, putting the cup down on the counter before cupping Phainon's face.
“Oh, Phai, you're so cute, hm?” With tired eyes, you looked at him like he was the most precious thing on earth—cooing at him with a soft tone similar to one you'd have when talking to a baby.
He groaned away at your blatant act of babying him, yet he didn't let go of the hands on his cheeks. There was no way he never liked your touches on him—it was rare for you to be so affectionate with him. These moments, while rarely happening, would mostly occur when you were tired and couldn't think straight.
Phainon suddenly went closer to your face and planted a quick kiss on your lips.
“Woah—” You muttered in surprise, briefly letting go of your boyfriend's cheeks, yet he quickly forced them back.
“Can I kiss you again?” He asked, eyeing your lips for a moment before meeting your eyes that seemed too tired to care. Phainon knew you were going to agree to this, of course, like any other time he had intruded on your house.
Your eyes narrowed down, wondering if it was alright for him to kiss you more.
“Oh, come on, love; haven't I been good not bothering you at work?”
That was right. Before you told him to not bother you during work hours, Phainon would blow up your phone with messages that were mostly filled with him telling you ‘I miss you’, ‘I love you’, ‘I want to see you’, and more. He was a tad bit overbearing in that part.
Realizing that he did send you fewer messages during work hours, you relented, nodding your head to his whimsical request.
Goodness gracious, he kept on kissing you.
First, your lips again—a little longer than before. Then, he went to your cheeks, smooching them as he deliberately made noises. It went on for a while until he went to your neck, kissing it so many times you almost didn't feel the way he lightly bit a spot.
After that, he kissed you some more on the lips, putting his tongue inside your mouth and letting a string of saliva connect as he let go. Gosh, was he that desperate? His kisses felt like a man who hadn't drunk water while walking in a desert. It wasn't as if you never let him kiss you lots, though; your work had just been a tad bit demanding this week, so you couldn't let him distract you whatsoever.
“Wish I could kiss you like this every day, Y/N.” He mumbled, letting his head rest on your shoulder and his hands on your waist after kissing you so frantically.
You ruffled his hair in response, giggling at the way he whined about you while holding your waist so tightly. He was such a big baby for you, and while you wouldn't admit it outright, you loved it when he did so. Maybe you just had something for men who yearned for you.
He hummed, letting you know he heard your words without moving a muscle from his position.
“How did you get in again? Didn't I take your keys?”
