His name on the post has been changed to Mr Kibum Lee and Kibum is very confused. His boyfriend Taemin, it turns out, has ulterior motives.
(1738 words, this is basically just pure, undiluted fluff tbh #noregrets)
Kibum hummed under his breath as he shuffled into the front hallway, the bottom hem of his pyjama bottoms skirting across the cold, wooden floor as he walked slowly, holding two steaming mugs of tea, one in each hand. There was a shuffling sound from the door, following by a soft thwack and a harsher slam and he turned, an eyebrow quirking appraisingly as he noticed that the post had arrived considerably earlier than usual.
They lived in an area unfortunate in the way that their post was often delivered late morning, sometimes early afternoon, so seeing it at barely ten AM on a Saturday was a bit of a surprise. Kibum realised how domesticated he had become, that post coming a little earlier than usual evoked such shock was an embarrassment to his former self. He remembered university days, partying and causing a general nuisance of himself - that all seemed so boring now. He sniffled, catching his reflection in the hallway mirror (the one his boyfriend used daily to attempt to tie his tie for a good five minutes, before giving in and letting Kibum do it). His hair was scruffy from sleep and sex, none of it sticking out in any sensible direction, and his lips were dry and chapped.
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