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[unathletic]

Who: Nam Soon and Heung Soo
When: IC 12/24
Where: Their apartment
What: Heung Soo decides to do something for his best friend's birthday. Dumb stuff ensues.
Rating/Warning: Bastards. That's all.

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[ Heung Soo hasn't deceived himself. He knows this place isn't normal, and he knows that every semi-normal moment they can grab is already a precious commodity. Inbetween losing their senses or body or having to deal with killer clowns or piercing cold or other people finding out the most awkward and painful things about them, it's rare to get a moment where they can just live normally. And even when they do, it's not like it's even a single bit like back home in Seoul.

But even so, he can't just use that as an excuse to let Nam Soon's birthday pass by without anything special. He knows that Nam Soon probably isn't used to anything special either way and probably wouldn't mind to begin with, but Heung Soo would mind. It's exactly why he would mind - they spent three years apart where Nam Soon probably had birthdays that were the same as any other day, so now they've reconciled, he better get proper birthdays once more.

Even if he has to be the bastard to ensure that happens.

It's why he's tried to untangle himself from the other's limbs and escape the bed a little earlier than usually this morning. His hair is still a little messy since he didn't bother to get up early enough to take care of that alongside everything else - it makes for a surprisingly domestic scene, everything considered. Heung Soo trying his best in the kitchen (which already takes a lot, although he's at least been getting a little more practice with that here), hair a little ruffled, two curious critters hardly identifiable as robots attempting to climb onto the kitchen counters to get a better view of what's going on.

In fact, he's so busy with it that he probably won't even notice if Nam Soon got up in the time it took for Heung Soo to try and make the traditional seaweed soup -- he's currently way too busy trying to (gently) push away the tiny dinosaur as it's peering into the pot, mumbling something to the CYBuddy under his breath about this being for that bastard and not for it. The duck is starting its climb up Heung Soo's leg to try and get up there as well, there's a small piece of seaweed stuck to his cheek, but..

.. well, it's a scene where an attempt is being made pretty hard, okay. ]

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[unpresidential]

[it's not as if it's strange or even uncommon for heung soo to wake up before him—on the days where nam soon doesn't have to be at work first thing, that's pretty commonplace. just as commonplace is how he sleepily positions himself and tightens his grip to keep heung soo there in the bed—it's warmer and more comfortable that way.

that effort is always a fruitless one, given his relative unconscious state, and once heung soo is free of that grip, nam soon will just further cocoon himself in the comforter and fall back into a deeper state of sleep. he can easily sleep for another hour or so before the empty space beside him becomes uncomfortable. it's then that he begins to awaken a little more properly, and also when he hears all the sounds coming from the kitchen.

at that point, he's grumbling a little to himself, groggily wondering what that bastard is up to and taken note through bleary eyes that their robotpets aren't in the room, either. if he was more awake, maybe nam soon would think about how oddly domestic this is; how no matter how much they worry about their situations and what may happen, how much it's not like truly being home, that they've found a compromise to at least make things comfortable in the interim. the fact that they have morning routines and pets—this was once unimaginable, even back in seoul of course, he's not really thinking about those things now, not outside of some vague thought that always sits in the back of his mind.

what he's thinking now is much simpler. it's more along the lines of "was that a sound from the kitchen and what is this dumb bastard doing?" since it doesn't just sound like the rice cooker beeping. still, it takes him a few minutes to pull himself from the bed, feet shuffling into slippers (look how classy they are these days, they even have slippers) before he trudges to the door. once in the doorway, he'll peer out to the kitchen, unmoving from that point. nam soon's hair is still disheveled from sleep, and one side of his face has faint lines from being pressed against the sheets.]

Heung Soo-yah... [he says, and his voice is still froggy—he's a mess of a kid that just woke up for sure. nam soon barely has his eyes open, and he definitely can't see what the hell heung soo is up to there. even with the smell of food hanging in the air, it's something he eats so infrequently that the aroma feels foreign.] What the hell are you making?

[he cooks on his own so rarely, especially for breakfast that this situation is just baffling.]