Hongjoong's pov

  "Angel, are you planning on moving in?" Mingi asked once I had hung up the call with Seonghwa.

  "Well, yeah, I thought you wouldn't mind, but if you do-"

  "No, I'd love for you to move back in. You're practically already living here as you are! I don't mind it one bit," Mingi said, a wide smile on his face.

"I'm glad," I said, leaning against his shoulder. Mingi wrapped his arm around my shoulder and kissed my forehead.

"We can go pick up your stuff tomorrow; for now, let's just sleep," Mingi said, scooping me into his arms and making his way towards his bedroom.

I let out a squeal and wrapped my arms around his shoulders to make sure he wouldn't drop me.

"I've got you, Angel. You don't have to worry about me dropping you," Mingi said.

"How are you so strong?" I asked once Mingi sat me on our bed.

"I workout with the gym equipment in the basement almost daily," Mingi shrugged.

"There's a basement?" I asked. Mingi nodded before climbing onto the bed beside me. We laid down together before I cuddled into Mingi's side.

"Goodnight, Angel," Mingi said.

"Goodnight, baby," I responded, my eyes feeling heavy as he caressed my side.

The next morning, Mingi and I cooked breakfast together. I wore one of his shirts with my boxers underneath it.

  "Hey, Angel?" Mingi asked, more timidly than he'd spoken since I'd come to his base almost two weeks ago.

I hummed in response and continued to scramble some eggs and fry some bacon.

  "I was just thinking- and you can say no! Just, when would we be able to go on a date? If you want to? It's no pressure if you don't!" Mingi asked softly. I smiled widely and lowered the heat on my two stovetops.

  "Mingi," I began, turning towards him and wrapping my arms around his waist, "what makes you think I'd say no? I've been staying with you, wearing your clothes even though I have my own, cuddling with you, sharing the same bed." I listed, leaning my head against his nape.

  "Well, I didn't want to force you into something you don't want to do. The last thing I want to do with you is make you uncomfortable," Mingi said. I smiled and pecked his nape.

  "I'm glad you're so considerate, Min, but you can at least ask for what you want," I said, looking up at him. Mingi lowered the heat on his stovetops then turned around in my arms.

  "I can?" He asked. I nodded.

  "Well, can I please have a kiss?" Mingi asked, raising one hand to rest on my cheek.

  "Hmm, I don't know, can I have one too?" I asked, a teasing smile on my lips. Mingi's eyes widened slightly before they were closing as he leaned in to kiss me.

  Mingi's lips were pillow soft and sweet like strawberries against my own, while my chapstick was blueberry.

"Still using blueberry chapstick?" Mingi asked softly, noticing the flavor and scent lingering on his lips once we separated from the kiss.

  "Of course; it's the best one, but now I'm thinking it may be second best," I mumbled, leaning in for another kiss.

  "Sweetheart, we were cooking breakfast; I think your eggs are burned by now," Mingi said, laughing softly.

  "My eggs!" I exclaimed, tearing myself from Mingi and getting back to my stovetops.

  "Aw, no," I whined, seeing I had burned my eggs and made my bacon too crispy for my liking.

  "You made me burn my food," I whined, gently grabbing Mingi by his shoulders and shaking him a bit. He laughed at me and shook his head.

  "It's okay. Whatever we didn't burn can be ate by Yunho or Jongho, and we can just go out for breakfast," Mingi said.

  "But I'm comfy in your shirt," I mumbled, leaning against Mingi as he turned off the stove and removed the foods that hadn't burned.

  "You can still wear it; just pull on some pants and shoes then we'll go," Mingi said.

  I nodded, then pulled Mingi back towards myself by his sweatpants pockets.

  "You made me burn our breakfast, so the least you can do to make up for it is another kiss," I mumbled, my hand on Mingi's nape. Mingi smiled widely before letting me lead this kiss.

His lips were still sweet like strawberries, causing my tongue to slowly dart across his bottom lip. Mingi parted his lips and let me deepen the kiss.

  Mingi groaned softly as I sucked on his tongue once it met with mine.

  "Don't start teasing me, my love; I haven't been with anyone since you got hurt, and this bit of kissing is starting to rile me up," Mingi warned against my lips, but I didn't listen, knowing he wouldn't do anything without my consent.

  "Can we keep going a little more?" I asked softly before my lips were encased by Mingi's again. He swiped his tongue over my lip quickly, our kiss heating up a bit.

  My lips separated from Mingi's and trailed down the column of his neck. One of Mingi's hands raised from my hips to my hair as I sucked and bit a small mark on the talker's collarbone.

"God, you've got me bad, Angel," Mingi groaned as I found his sweet spot, between his neck and ear.

"Good, I want you to still want me," I said, smiling up at him. Mingi paused and gently pulled my face away from his neck, where I was leaving my fourth dark mark.

  "Angel, there is no "still" to it; I've always wanted you, and I always will," Mingi said. I blushed and nodded, then pecked Mingi's lips.

  "Let's get ready for breakfast, then," I smiled. Mingi smiled and nodded, kissing my cheek and leading me back upstairs to our room.