The art gallery was neat.

Two hours later and Hyunjin still felt no reason to leave, even though Changbin started to side eye him when Hyunjin stared at the same photograph for fifteen minutes. The composition was just fascinating, okay? And it made Hyunjin feel, and he was thinking about whether the cool effect on one part of the picture was photoshopped or if the camera actually captured the light like that.

The next painting that captured Hyunjin's attention was in the next room. A colourful flower in acrylic paint, specific and abstract and colourful and quiet at the same time. Hyunjin could get lost in it.

"Are you bored?" Hyunjin asked quietly, when he thought he was done looking at the flower.

"Not really, no."

"Why not?"

"Watching you enjoy yourself is never boring."

Hyunjin snorted. "Are you gonna say something about me being the art?"

"I was going to, but I don't know how to say it without being too cheesy." Changbin's ears turned red and he resolutely turned to stare at a piece of text next to the flower painting with the description and the name of the artist.

"Come here," Hyunjin wrapped his arm around Changbin's waist and positioned them with their back to the painting. He took a quick selfie – himself smiling at the camera, Changbin blushing and smiling at Hyunjin – and then took Changbin's hand and dragged him towards the toilets.

"Hyunjin?"

The men's toilets were deserted, which suited his purposes.

"Why are we on the toilet," Changbin's voice was laced with confusion.

"What are your feelings on making out in art galleries?" Hyunjin asked, the question more rhetorical than anything else because he was already double checking that they were alone and pushing Changbin into a stall for just one more layer of privacy.

"Oh," Changbin mouthed, staring up and Hyunjin. Hyunjin closed the door behind them and waited for Changbin to process. "Yes, I feel positive about it."

"Good," Hyunjin closed the distance between them.

Kissing Changbin was quite possibly his favourite thing to do. Changbin's lips were familiar on his, Changbin reaching up to twist his fingers in his hair an anticipated gesture. Hyunjin loved kissing Changbin. Loved his warmth, his body, his mouth and his tongue, and if the world ended right now Hyunjin wouldn't care at all.

Changbin's hands left Hyunjin's hair without Hyunjin noticing much, until Changbin turned them around in one smooth movement. The air left Hyunjin's lungs when his back hit the wall. Who needed air when Seo Changbin was kissing you? Not Hyunjin. His legs forgot how to be legs but that was alright, too. He had the wall behind him and Changbin in front of him. Hyunjin buried his hands in Changbin's jacket and held on, focused on kissing Changbin, and ignored the way his lungs demanded air.

Eventually, Changbin leaned back and Hyunjin gasped for air. He leaned back, not bothering to open his eyes. His knees wobbled, but Changbin was there, calm and grounding.

"Binnie-hyung," Hyunjin breathed.

Changbin pressed a kiss to Hyunjin's collarbone, a closed mouth kiss that ended before Hyunjin could let himself get lost in the feeling. When Hyunjin finally opened his eyes, Changbin was looking at him, pupils dark and lips red, and Hyunjin wanted.

"I want to go look at that painting of the sea again," Hyunjin said, because there were limits to what he was okay with doing in the bathroom of an art gallery.

"Okay," Changbin nodded, and cleared his throat. "Whatever you want."

Hyunjin smiled. He carefully stood on his feet again and uncurled his fingers from Changbin's jacket. "Thank you for taking me here. I didn't even know this place existed."

Changbin smiled and squeezed his hand. "You're welcome, Jinnie."

They left the bathroom after checking that their clothes weren't too rumpled.

Hyunjin made a beeline to a painting of the sea. Yellow and brown sand, dark blue and turquoise water, a purple and dark brown coast on the horizon and a sky in all shades of blue.

It was simple, really, and yet Hyunjin found himself attempting to memorise every slash of white sea foam, every sprinkle of red or green in the sand, and the part on the horizon where the sea met the sky, not parted by the distant shoreline. If Hyunjin were to draw this, he'd want to add life – a person, maybe. A dog playing in the sand. A fish. A ship. Pirates. Something, anything.

But maybe, the life that he felt was missing inside the painting only meant that he was alive, looking at the painting in the art gallery.

It took another hour until Hyunjin felt he had stared at everything for long enough and was ready to move on and process. Or get food with Changbin and continue with their drama.

Changbin excused himself to the toilet on their way out, telling Hyunjin to just wait outside.

The sun had set when Hyunjin stepped out, but fresh air was a good change. He opened his Instagram to post their selfie and some of the paintings he photographed, adding artsy hashtags he secretly always wanted to use but only rarely got the chance to. Thirty seconds after he posted, Minho and Jeongin, stalkers that they were, reposted his selfie to their account about him and Changbin. The account had a pathetic amount of followers, and their friends were most of them.

"Ready to go home?" Changbin asked, offering Hyunjin his hand, palm up.

Hyunjin laced his fingers with Changbin's without hesitation. He didn't let go until they were home and they had to take off their jackets and shoes.

"I'll make us coffee," Changbin said, heading off toward the kitchen. He was holding a bag. Since when did he have a bag? Hyunjin hadn't noticed.

"I'll go shower real quick," Hyunjin called, on the way to his room to get fresh clothes.

He went through the movements faster than usual, barely pausing to let the conditioner sit in his hair. He faintly felt the water on his skin, too focused on getting done and cuddling Changbin. The energy from today was buzzing under his skin.

When he stepped into the kitchen in his pyjamas and one of Changbin's fuzzy sweaters, hair wrapped in a towel, Changbin had also changed into more comfortable clothes, sweatpants and a simple t-shirt, and was washing vegetables.

"You look cute in my clothes," Changbin smiled.

Hyunjin wrapped his arms around Changbin's waist from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder. He rested his hands on Changbin's stomach, loving the way Changbin leaned back into him and relaxed, while he continued washing the vegetables.

"I'm thinking bibimbap," Changbin murmured. "Also, coffee."

"Hmm," Hyunjin answered, making no move to let go of Changbin. "I like bibimbap."

Changbin turned his head and kissed Hyunjin's cheek. "I got you a gift, by the way."

"You really don't need to give me things," Hyunjin said, squeezing Changbin's waist. "All I need is hugs and kisses."

"I can think of a few other things to need," Changbin laughed, "but this is actually kind of an apology gift because I broke two of our mugs last week."

"Hyung, that was my fault for startling you."

"I just saw it at the gallery shop and thought of you, Jinnie. That's all." Changbin kissed his cheek again.

Hyunjin blushed. "Okay. So what is it?"

"The coffee mug, literally on the table," Changbin sighed.

"I'm comfortable now," Hyunjin murmured. "I don't wanna let go."

Changbin giggled.

"You're so cute, hyung," Hyunjin pressed his lips to Changbin's neck, softly. "Promise me cuddles."

"Sure, Jinnie. I promise you cuddles. As many as you want."

"Thank you," Hyunjin reluctantly let go of Changbin, briefly resting his hands on Changbin's hips before stepping away.

The coffee mug stood on the table, filled with coffee. The coffee, while smelling delicious, wasn't what caught Hyunjin's attention. A sloth was drawn on a pastel pink surface, hanging on a branch, smiling cutely with its eyes closed blissfully. Directly next next to it –

"I'm sexy and I know it, but too lazy to show it?" Hyunjin read out loud. Should he be offended? Should he laugh? Should he coo at Changbin and call him adorable? He wanted to do it all.

Changbin snorted, and Hyunjin belatedly realised he was holding in laughter.

"Hyung!" Hyunjin picked the coffee up, but giggled and set it down again.

"I love you," Changbin says, drying his hands and openly laughing at Hyunjin's expression. "I knew you'd like it."

Hyunjin sighed loudly, turning his eyes to the ceiling in a dramatic gesture of defeat. "You're right. I like it."

Changbin took his face between his hands and dragged him down into a kiss, licking into his mouth and sucking on his lips. For a grand total of three seconds, then he pulled back. "Can you chop the vegetables?"

"Um, of course."

Changbin smiled brightly up at him. "I'll wash the rice."

After a minute of staring at his boyfriend busying himself, a satisfied smile on his face, Hyunjin got started on the vegetables, and finally got to drink the now lukewarm coffee.

Hm, maybe Changbin had a point that they needed a new coffee machine. Hyunjin couldn't remember where they got the one they had now, but he did know it was the cheapest option available at the time.

Changbin took up a line of questions regarding art and photography, and Hyunjin easily fell into conversation with him. He loved how Changbin's brain worked.