"So," Hyunjin started when he and Changbin came home. Changbin had been quiet on the way home, which Hyunjin was sure was because of exhaustion. After all, Changbin did wake up very early only to come dancing with him. "Give me your honest thoughts on Wow wow."

"Wow wow?" Changbin asked, connecting his phone to a charger. "Is that what we're calling it?"

Hyunjin dramatically draped himself on the couch, not even attempting to hide his wince at the audible creak and the stab of pain on his thigh and his shoulder blade. This fucking couch. It had probably eaten a whole dinosaur at some point. "Well, how else would I call it? Just Wow?"

Changbin disappeared into the kitchen, laughing. "Do you want japchae? I'll make you some."

"You're the best," Hyunjin yelled, because Changbin deserved appreciation. If he were completely honest, he'd admit to himself that Changbin had been attractive in the studio, doing recording things and concentrating on the music and on Hyunjin and moving casually with the rhythm. As it was, Hyunjin was not completely honest, and decided to move on with his life by opening Twitter and checking the latest Got7 news.

He contemplated convincing Changbin to watch a drama with him, but then he remembered the pile of homework he had been putting off. At some point there was just no way around that anymore. And now that he thought about homework his brain was telling him about how he should totally be doing homework right now or he was going to fail all his classes –

Hyunjin offered to help Changbin cut the vegetables.

"Just sit at the table and drink some water," Changbin told him, "and let me do this. I bought ingredients for tiramisu, so you can mix batter for that? You'll have an unhealthy snack ready for tomorrow."

"What the fuck," Hyunjin whispered, wide eyed. "How do you know I love tiramisu?"

"Everybody loves tiramisu," Changbin replied, turning to the fridge to get the ingredients for Hyunjin. "Obviously. It's tiramisu."

Hyunjin agreed wholeheartedly. "I even have a tiramisu recipe saved on my phone. Do we have some kind of frozen berries? I always wanted to try to just throw some strawberries in there and make it look healthier than it really is. Binnie-hyung, I think we might be soulmates."

Changbin hit himself in the face with the freezer door when he opened it to check. "Oh. Ouch."

"Oh shit," Hyunjin was by Changbin's side in a second, "do you need to sit down? Your face is a weird colour, hyung. Are you bleeding somewhere?"

"Oh? Um, I'm fine, don't worry," Changbin waved him off, "just, surprised? By the freezer. Yeah. I didn't think... it would be this cold."

"... Alright," Hyunjin nodded. He was very close to Changbin's face. "Let me check for frozen berries? You go check on the meat, very carefully?"

"Yes. Thank you." Changbin scrambled to his feet, turning to the meat and busying himself.

Hyunjin furrowed his brows. Maybe Changbin was more exhausted than he let on? Who knew how much sleep he usually got. Hyunjin would just have to do his best to be there for him and listen when Changbin wanted to talk, right? Not that they'd ever really talked a lot before last week. Did Changbin know Hyunjin would do his best to help?

Much to think about.

The freezer didn't have strawberries, but it did have an entire box of unopened raspberries in the back – Hyunjin remembered buying them on a whim some weeks ago. Then he forgot about them. A look on the expiration date filled him with hope, though. Frozen stuff was really great sometimes.

All armed with raspberries, he finished the tiramisu and put it into the fridge to rest just as Changbin finished the japchae.

"Thanks, hyung." Hyunjin got chopsticks while Changbin got bowls.

Deciding that now might just be as good a time as any time, Hyunjin grabbed Changbin's hand. Changbin, out of habit, let Hyunjin take it. Hyunjin brought their hands to his lips and softly pressed a kiss on the back of Changbin's hand. Changbin's hand was cool, smelling faintly of the soap he used when he washed his hands after he finished cooking. Hyunjin pressed another, shorter peck, and lowered their hands, meeting Changbin's eyes.

"I liked it when you kissed my hand yesterday," Hyunjin explained. "I thought I might like kissing your hands, too."

"And do you?" Changbin's expression was unreadable.

"Yes," Hyunjin answered and smiled. "Makes me feel... fluffy."

Changbin swallowed audibly and cleared his throat. "Let's... eat, yes. We should eat." He avoided meeting Hyunjin's eyes.

"Is that okay with you?" Hyunjin asked. He had a feeling that this was important, even though he wasn't sure if he was correct in his assumptions. Better ask, right? "If I kiss your hands? It's not too much? You know, just because you kissed my hand doesn't mean that you have to like it if I kiss your hand."

"Hyunjinnie," Changbin whispered, blushed, and squeezed Hyunjin's hand. He finally looked up. "I like it when you kiss my hands. You can kiss my hands whenever you like, if you want to."

"I will! Thank you, hyung." Hyunjin beamed. "Let's eat, hyung."

Changbin nodded. They had to let go of each other's hands eventually, but somehow that separation dragged out to the last possible moment before they had to actually move food around and grab their chopsticks.

Hyunjin was still feeling the smile on his face and made no effort to stop smiling. Instead, he watched Changbin eat, careful bites and chewing, the movement of his throat when he swallowed. In the artificial light of their kitchen, Changbin seemed to glow and sparkle. Hyunjin would say that was impossible, but Changbin just was that pretty so anything was possible.

"Do you have time for an episode of our drama?" Changbin asked at last.

Hyunjin cringed. "I'd love to, but unfortunately I think my homework will come alive and eat me if I don't finish at least some of it tonight."

"Oh shit," Changbin said, realisation painted on his face with horror. "Same, actually. Oh no, I think I have a deadline tonight too."

"I'll do the dishes," Hyunjin offered. "You need to finish your deadline thing."

"As if," Changbin rolled his eyes, "I'll dry and make us coffee. Then we can study. We'll be done in no time, and I'll feel more energized after a coffee."

Hyunjin didn't point out that he could easily make the coffee too, he just accepted Changbin's proposal. "I'm always up for coffee."

As a rule, Hyunjin didn't like doing the dishes. It was just one of those things he did because most of the time there was just no way around it. Sure, dishwashers existed, but they didn't have the space for one in their tiny kitchen. Hyunjin often ate at university anyway. But now, standing next to Changbin, who hummed Fancy by Twice under his breath – Hyunjin wouldn't mind doing this every day.

And wow, that sounded really cheesy in his head.

When Changbin started humming the chorus to Wannabe, Hyunjin joined in, mimicking the dance moves with his shoulders as he sang.

They were done in no time, just as Changbin had predicted. While drying the dishes, Changbin had made them two cups of coffee too, so armed with coffee and dread, they wordlessly gathered all their things around the small table in front of their couch. Hyunjin just took a pillow and made himself comfortable on the floor, putting stacks of notes on the couch. Sitting on the floor just brought him down to earth sometimes and helped him focus. Not to mention the couch was evil.

Changbin mirrored him, opening up his laptop and hesitantly opening the necessary pages to check on his deadlines.

Quietly, they got to work, only occasionally exchanging words on the right way to spell something (like they both weren't working with a functioning internet connection on their laptops, just one google search away from the truth) or sighing about vague professors. Changbin asked if he could play music, and shyly, Hyunjin asked for something classical. Changbin grinned at that.

"I usually study while listening to movie soundtracks," he said, opening his music app. "Any suggestions?"

"Vivaldi?" Hyunjin smiled. "Four Seasons or something. It's not a movie soundtrack though, so if you wanna play something specific, feel free."

Changbin returned the smile. "Vivaldi is good. And I saw that one historical French movie the other day, 'Portrait of a Lady on Fire' if you heard of that? Vivaldi is on the soundtrack."

"I've wanted to watch that for ages, hyung."

"Does that mean we have a plan for next Thursday?"

"Absolutely."

... And Hyunjin got more done in the next three hours than he had all week.

Still, he was only human and not even coffee would be able to sustain him when it was Saturday evening and he could just go to sleep. Spectacular, really. So when he noticed Changbin's eyes falling shut more frequently, he started gathering up his stuff and arranging it in neat piles, logging out of his email and shutting his laptop down.

"Go to sleep," he told Changbin softly, who nodded and shut his laptop. He turned off the music and yawned.

They brushed their teeth standing next to each other, shoulder to shoulder. And Hyunjin went to bed with a smile, because apparently spending a day with Changbin just had that effect on him.

Hyunjin stretched out under his blanket, wondering why sleep wouldn't come. He felt like he could sleep for a whole week. Changbin's smile was really cute though. And Hyunjin had known Changbin worked out regularly, but did that mean his shoulders and arms had to be this attractive? Seriously, what the fuck. Since when did he want to thread his fingers through Changbin's fringe just to see if it felt as soft as it looked?

He fell asleep at last, thinking about the soft smile that appeared on Changbin's face when Hyunjin smiled at him.