๐จ๐ฉ๐๐๐ก๐๐ง.
โstop, you stealer!โ wooyoung shouts the moment jongho nyooms out of the kitchen; with a cookie in hand, as the result of his sudden raid.
wooyoung, ๐ช๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ข๐ฎ๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ. he's been standing there in his glory for hours; drenching in sweats and flour in his mightiest attempt to bake something, just to get robbed ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต easily. it's maddening, as he feels his blood boils (๐ฏ๐ฐ, ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ, ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ๐บ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต) at the sound of his husband's joyful snicker. a pout, slowly makes it's way onto his lips.
โi'm not stealing,โ jongho says in between his munching.
โno stealer will admit their crime.โ wooyoung bites back. he squints as he goes back to shape his cookie dough. โand i made that for your mother, you know.โ
but jongho merely laughs because his cookie already disappeared into his toned stomach. the younger boy pads over again, and instead of trying to steal another, jongho leans in to place a soft peck onto wooyoung's neck. it's his way of saying sorry, and the anger that resides within his chest, melts away quickly. but wooyoung won't tell jongho that, though.
โif that's the case,โ jongho whispers as his arms goes to trap wooyoung's tiny waist in his loose embrace. โyou're a stealer too, you know.โ
unimpressed, wooyoung smacks jongho's arm. the boy doesn't even budge; opting on leaving more kisses across wooyoung's nape. because he's such a little shit like that. and he's very much in love with the said ๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ช๐ต.
โi swear to god if you say something sappy again, i will disown you.โ
laughing, jongho sighs into wooyoung's ear. his breath, greets him warmly. โwhat can i say, you've been stealing my heart since god knows when.โ
๐ ๐ก๐๐ช๐จ๐, 09.10 am.