[give me a ship and a # and i’ll write a short fic]
//i’m sorry this took so long and this ended up being a not so short shortfic omf//
8. roommates au | ship of my choice // chenbaek
Baekhyun tossed the rag aside and flopped onto the couch lifelessly. Sure, he had the day off for a more thorough scrub-down of the apartment, but Chen kept the place fairly neat and hygienic, even between classes and a part-time. So either he was out of shape or cleaning required more exertion than he expected because he was breathing hard and airing out his already baggy tank.
He pulled the collar up over his face to dab at his forehead and peered over the cotton up at the clock when he let the material go. He whined and sprawled over the couch, wriggling into the cushions and throw pillows in dissatisfaction; he was right on schedule — not even, he actually finished mopping and polishing a little earlier than planned, and that meant he could grant himself the luxury of a bubble bath instead of a shower (he’s had a bath bomb he’s been dying to try out, and today’s a good a day as ever). But on the other hand, it also meant more minutes, more seconds to count until Chen.
He sighed and rolled himself off the couch, stretching his limbs (and his back — his poor back, he may have strained something reaching for the unsightly smudge on their floor length kitchen window) before getting on his feet to peel the shirt off. He inspected the living area, hands on his hips and all with a final deciding glance.
He nodded to himself in approval. “Byun Baekhyun. You’ve done well, you deserve this bubble bath.”
Baekhyun wiped at the steamed up mirror and blew his bangs out of his face, pouting as went through his after-bath routine with a little extra care. Both he and Chen had been so busy as of late that they hardly saw each other even at home aside from rushed breakfasts and takeout in the evening, and if they were going to do anything date-like at all then you can depend on Baekhyun to look good for it.
He tapped at his phone for the time and conveniently, to see one of their stupid couple selcas and he was sure his heart ached a bit (he’d be sure to tell Chen, right after he lets him know about how this and that joint hurt after cleaning just for him).
He pressed a quick kiss to the screen, “Chen-Chen, are your customers treating you well?” He lovingly brushed a thumb over his boyfriend’s face, the same way he would if Chen were actually in front of him and it made Baekhyun miss him a little more.
When he was dressed and properly moisturized, he busied himself with lighting incense — a soft gardenia that happened to go very well with the vanilla lingering on his skin (bless that bath bomb, it was worth every won) — and then proceeded to the kitchen to start on a red velvet cake. Not that it would compare to the one they served at the café Chen worked at, but Baekhyun figured he’d understand the sentiment anyways.
As it turned out, baking was just as, if not more tedious than cleaning because Baekhyun almost broke a nail twice, and this was only in the prebake stages, mind you, but eventually the cake made it into the oven, no harm done to it or the baker.
Apron hung up and all, he retreated into the bathroom to brush through his hair again and, since he had time, do his eye makeup. He brushed on some coppery brown underneath his eyes and along the corners before lining fully with black, nothing too dramatic but still enough to communicate “I dolled up just for you.”
There was a rattling and clicking at the front door that made Baekhyun’s pulse pick up and he finished penciling his eyeliner so he could rush to the door.
Of course, Chen was there closing the door, dressed in his black dress shirt and black pants that always had Baekhyun close to swooning.
“Cheeeeen,” Baekhyun moaned and flung himself at the other, draping all over Chen, “I missed you so much…~” he drawled, exaggerated in tone, rubbing his cheek against Chen’s affectionately.
Chen grinned nonetheless and wound his arms around Baekhyun’s frame. “I missed you too Baek but it’s only been a few hours,” he giggled and had to hold Baekhyun still from nuzzling to peck his forehead before glancing curiously around the interior of their apartment.
“Everything is so… clean?”
Baekhyun detached himself enough to look at Chen within an instant. “Good, you noticed! You know, I probably pulled something and nearly sprained something else trying to get every speck of dust.” He huffed a bit, whining playfully and then made to bury his face in Chen’s neck, who was mirthful with laughter,
“But what’s the occasion?”
“Nothing in particular…” Baekhyun’s voice was muffled against the shirt collar.
“Really now? Then why do I feel like there’s incense burning? You know, the expensive kind,” Chen hugged him close to his body, indulging in the comfort of home, of Baekhyun and the space they shared, “and why do you smell more like vanilla than usual?”
The elder moved back, arms crossed, “Look here, Kim Jongdae, can’t I just miss you too much?” He looked like the most pissed off puppy, as if Chen had intentionally tiptoed onto his tail.
Chen’s smile stretched across the expanse of his face, pulling Baekhyun back into him. “Of course you can, princess.”
In a mischievous impulse, Baekhyun nipped at his bottom lip in retaliation, which prompted a back and forth showering of kisses until it escalated into a heated kiss, which was then interrupted—
Chen blinked once, twice at Baekhyun in confusion. “Baekhyun, does something smell burnt to you?”
Baekhyun couldn’t have shot out of Chen’s arms any faster, yelling out “the cake!” as he sprinted to the kitchen.
“What!? What cake? We haven’t even had dinner yet!”