Black is the New Black
Title: Black is the New Black
Pairing: BaekSoo
Rating: PG(13?)
Warning: language
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, written just for fun.
Summary: Baekhyun decides to buy clothes for Kyungsoo because he needs some color in his all black wardrobe. Problem is, his black clothes only seem to multiply.
A/N: originally for sooenamoured fic fest 2015~
"You," Baek starts around a mouthful of strawberry yogurt, waving his spoon in Kyungsoo's face, "have a problem. And as much as I love you, it's gone on long enough without me saying something."
"What?" Kyungsoo doesn't look up from his oatmeal and the crossword puzzle he's lowkey trying to fill in, too used to his boyfriend's dramatics to get worried this early in the game.
"This." Baekhyun tugs on the hem of the simple black T-shirt Kyungsoo pulled on before coming to the breakfast table. "See? All you ever wear these days is black! Black, black black! The last I checked, the only time it is socially acceptable to wear solid black in public is if it is Halloween and you are cosplaying Darth Vader. Isn't that right, Yeol?"
"Mmunno," their flatmate mumbles in response, still more asleep than awake. Chanyeol’s propped up in a chair across from Baekhyun, both his large hands wrapped around a coffee mug.
"Since when have you cared about my fashion?" Kyungsoo does look up now, eyeing Baekhyun over the gold rims of his glasses, the only non-black accessory of his entire outfit. They've been dating almost two years now and have been bffs even longer, ever since Baekhyun transferred to Kyungsoo's high school in the middle of sophomore year. Not once in all that time has Baekhyun ever complained about Kyungsoo's fashion choices, so he’s a bit confused as to why he’s starting now.
"Excuse!" Baekhyun waves his spoon around some more. Kyungsoo tracks the movement through the air with his gaze, wary of any slinging yogurt. "Of course I care about your fashion! Because I care about you!"
"Well I appreciate your consideration," Kyungsoo says with a calculating hum, slashing through the hint for #29 across when he successfully fills in the boxes. "But I like my wardrobe just fine the way it is."
"See, you just don't get it, do you! This is exactly why you need an intervention."
"Intervention? This sounds serious for an 8:00 AM breakfast conversation!" Jongdae chuckles ominously as he emerges from the bathroom clad in nothing but a threadbare towel wrapped around his hips.
Kyungsoo tsks in reproval when he notices the puddle of drips Jongdae is leaving across the hardwood floor of the apartment. "There is no intervention," he grunts, annoyed that he has to keep clarifying, "because there is no problem to begin with. What's wrong with wearing black? I like black. You wear sequins when we go clubbing and no one complains about that." Kyungsoo snatches his bowl out of Baekhyun's reach when his boyfriend's spoon wanders too close to the remnants of his oatmeal.
"But I only wear that top sometimes!" Baekhyun whines in his throat, crumpling the empty yogurt carton in his fist to emphasize his statement, but Kyungsoo just shakes his head. "That's the whole point here, Soo! Variety is the spice of life. Doesn't your own life bore you?"
"No, I think I'm fine." Kyungsoo checks the clock, folding up the scrap of newspaper when he realizes it's almost time to head to his morning classes. "And don't you dare try any funny business while I'm gone, Baek. No touching my closet, or there will be consequences." He gives his boyfriend a pointed look, holding eye contact until Baekhyun groans in frustration.
"Fine! But only as long as you promise to come shopping with me on Friday!"
"Deal," Kyungsoo says, and scrapes his last bite of oatmeal into his mouth before rinsing the bowl in the sink. "See you at lunch, Baek."
"Bye!"
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"How about this one?" Baekhyun holds up another T-shirt on another hanger, this one more hideous than all the rest before. The orange owl printed on the dark green cotton is meant to be some kind of eco-friendly symbol, but the overall effect is more fugly retro than nature nymph.
"Do you even have to ask?" Kyungsoo shakes his head at Baekhyun's rejected whimper as he thrusts the garment back on the rack. Kyungsoo is not surprised that Baekhyun is attracted to the more, um, flamboyant items in the store. His boyfriend has always had a flair for flashy graphic tees and things with sparkles. The fact that he thinks Kyungsoo will even consider wearing them, though, is making Kyungsoo reconsider his own sanity and also why he agreed to to come on this shopping trip in the first place.
"Lemme see your picks for the changing room before we go try stuff on, since you've turned down all my fabulous suggestions so far." Baekhyun stabs his fingers into Kyugsoo's arm until Kyungsoo pulls his selections out of the cart for surveyal.
"I think I might get this jacket, actually. It's on sale." Kyungsoo shakes the hanger holding a black canvas jacket, the sleeves corded with shiny black threads and a waterproof hood sewn on at the collar.
"But--!"
"It's marked 70% off today, it'd be a crime not to pick up a steal like that." Kyungsoo turns on his heel and heads for the checkout lane, not waiting around to hear any of Baekhyun's protests. He doesn't need to try the jacket on since he held it up to his torso and checked the sleeve length already.
Needless to say, Baekhyun is not too happy that his scheme to liven up Kyungsoo's wardrobe results in them coming home with even more black clothes. He pouts all the way back to their apartment until Kyungsoo pulls over at a roadside stands and buys him an ice cream to wipe the pout off his face.
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"Ooh, what's in there?" Jongdae pokes at shopping bag Baekhyun just dragged through the door, the top of the plastic sack gathered in his fist.
"It's not for you," Baekhyun grunts as he pulls it out of Jongdae's reach. "I bought some items to supplement Kyungsoo's wardrobe."
"Supplement?" Kyungsoo pauses, knife poised above the onion he's halfway done slicing. "Baekhyun, I thought we've been over this. I don't need you to supplement my style choices as if my wardrobe were vitamin deficient!"
"But Soo!" Baekhyun throws open the top of the bag and starts rummaging through the contents. "All you wear is black! It makes you look as if you never go out in the sun, which would definitely imply a vitamin D deficiency!"
The only thing keeping Kyungsoo from face palming right now is the onion juice on his hands, because he can't believe they are arguing over something this inane and pedantic yet again. It's been over a week since Baekhyun brought it up at breakfast the first time, and they're at such a stalemate now that even their analogies and counterarguments are starting to devolve into rhetorical nonsense.
"You look like a goth."
"But I'm not a goth," Kyungsoo sighs, confused as to why he has to explain this to the person who knows him better than anyone.
"But you look like one," Baekhyun insists, already unfolding his purchases and throwing them over the nearest kitchen chair. "Are you really ok with people judging you and assuming you identify with a subculture you actually have nothing to do with?"
"If it hasn't bothered me up until now, why would it suddenly start to matter?" Kyungsoo can feel a headache coming on, and possibly stress induced tears that have nothing to do with this onion. He is so tired of arguing with Baekhyun over this that the option of giving in just to shut him up is quite appealing, and Kyungsoo almost gives in to the temptation. Almost.
"I just want you to be happy!" Baekhyun sounds on the verge of tears himself, his voice all wobbly to match the quiver of his lips when Kyungsoo glances over with a frown.
"Have you had any indications that I'm not happy?"
"Just give it a chance? Please? Just one try!" Baekhyun pleads with his eyes and the adorable downturn of his pouty lips and Kyungsoo drops his knife to the cutting board with a sigh.
"Fine. I promise I'll wear one of those shirts to school on Monday. Now will you leave me alone for a bit so I can finish cooking our dinner in peace?"
"Nope! I’m too thrilled to leave you alone now!" Baekyun screams a high pitched squeal of delight as he launches himself at his Kyungsoo. "Thank you," he murmurs into the side of his neck as soon as he's attached himself to his boyfriend with a tight embrace. "I knew you'd come around!"
Kyungsoo just rolls his eyes to the ceiling and pats the top of Baekhyun's head with his sticky fingers.
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"But you promised!"
Kyungsoo feels frustrated fingers dig into his shoulders as Baekhyun pounces on him from behind. He shakes Baekhyun off with a grunt, annoyed that his lunch is thus interrupted while he’s trying to eat his kimbap and instant miso in peace.
Baekhyun slides into the seat across from him at the narrow coffee table, still pouting around his straw as he sucks angrily at his large coke. "You promised you'd wear one of the new things I bought you!" The tight clenching of Baekhyun's jaw looks mighty furious, but his eyes just look wounded and miserable.
"I am wearing one of them."
"What? But I didn't buy you anything black!" Baekhyun's mouth flaps open and closed several times in quick succession, like a fish gasping for water.
"Of course you didn't." Kyungsoo lifts another bite of kimbap to his lips, wrinkling his nose at the stale smell of the roasted seaweed. His own rolls always taste much fresher than anything he can purchase in the campus convenience store. He usually packs his own lunches, but last night he was too busy.
"Then how--!"
"Baek, this is one of the shirts you bought me. You can check the brand name on the tag, if you wish. And thanks again for the clothes, by the way. Maybe you could show me the shop next time we're at the mall? This cotton-bamboo blend is very soft and absorbent, it took the dye really well."
"Of course I can take you there but--! Wait, what? Dye?" Baekhyun almost drops the cheese burger he's trying to unwrap, his mouth falling open again in shock as a mixture of emotions swirl across his face in thunderstorm of rage and disappointment.
Kyungsoo was expecting a negative reaction once his boyfriend realized what he'd done to his new clothes, but he didn't think Baekhyun would be quite this upset, red faced and shaking with humiliated tears beading in the corners of his eyes.
"Yes, Ryeowook hyung was doing a batch of batik in the design studio this weekend, so I asked him if I could join. You know, BYOT. Bring your own T-shirt?" Kyungsoo shifts in his seat, feeling an uncomfortable weight of regret pressing down on his chest as he watches Baekhyun blink back angry tears with a shaky sigh.
"You know, I spent my hard earned money on you because I love you, but you just don't get it." Baekhyun curls his shoulders inward, ducking his head like a turtle withdrawing into its shell, and Kyungsoo thinks maybe he's gone too far this time. (Well so has Baekhyun to be honest, but that's kind of beside the point if his boyfriend is feeling this wounded by his stubbornness.)
"Hey, come here." Kyungsoo scoots his chair around the curve of the table until he's close enough to brush the tears from Baekhyun's eyes with the tips of his thumbs. Kyungsoo can feel his face heating now too, overcome with the snarl of feelings that's been tangling in his chest for the past several days and also self conscious because they're having this out in public.
But if Baekhyun's actually crying over this Kyungsoo will do anything to put a smile back on his face as soon as possible. He sighs as Baekhyun's fists curl instinctively in the hem of his T-shirt to pull himself into Kyungsoo's chest.
"I'm sorry if I upset you," Kyungsoo whispers into the mop of hair tucked against his chin.
"But you're not sorry you ruined my gift, are you!"
Kyungsoo tries not to chuckle at Baekhyun's heated words against his stomach, shuddering a little from the force of the glare he can't actually see but can feel radiating into his skin nonetheless. "I don't think it's ruined. Like I said, this shirt is very comfortable."
"Yeah, but--!" Baekhyun claws his way up Kyungsoo's chest, lifting his head enough to look him in the eye. "What about those faux leather pants I bought you? What did you do to them? There's no way you could have dyed over cranberry pleather!"
Kyungsoo can't hold back his laugh this time. Baekhyun looks too adorable with an accusatory glare trained on Kyungsoo while he squirms half in his lap. "Nope. We didn't dye those. I just returned them with the gift receipt you conveniently left in the shopping bag." Kyungsoo laughs again at the frustrated groan that purrs in Baekhyun's throat, dropping a kiss to his forehead.
"You're not ever gonna see it my way, are you," Baekhyun pouts, dropping his head back against Kyungsoo's chest. "Is this what they mean by 'irreconcilable differences' on those courtroom TV shows?"
"I think we're making this a bigger deal than it really is. Can't we just agree to disagree on this one?" Kyungsoo jostles Baekhyun's shoulders a little as his cradles his head to his chest. "You said you just wanted me to be happy, and I swear Baekhyun, I am happy.”
"Ok, ok," Baekhyun sniffs. He pushes off of Kyungsoo and slides back into his own seat, though he stays close enough that their thighs are pressed close together under the shield of the table.
Kyungsoo reaches down to squeeze Baekhyun's knee in an affectionate grip. "If you really want, you can come with me later and we can pick out stuff together with the mall gift card I got for returning the pants."
"Nah, that's ok." Baekhyun shakes his head, already smiling brightly though his tears are just starting to dry. "That sounds like a shopping trip that would take forever. We should just buy pizza instead."
"Ok, deal!" Kyungsoo doesn't try to muffle his laugh this time, roughing up Baekhyun's hair with heel of his hand.
"I'm sorry for being stupid," Baekhyun whispers. He looks up through his fringe with a scolded puppy look and Kyungsoo hates himself a little for the way his heart squeezes in response. He may be stubborn when it comes to his wardrobe, but he is equally as weak when it comes to making Baekhyun happy. No wonder this dispute has been at a stand still of warring wills all week long.
"Nah, I'm sorry for taking creative liberties with your gift without asking. That wasn’t very considerate of me." Kyungsoo tugs on his T-shirt as he meets Baekhyun's eye, relieved when his boyfriend's face breaks into a bright smile that erases the stirrings of guilt mixing with the kimbap in his stomach.
"Creative liberties?" Baekhyun repeats with a wriggle of his eyebrows. "Is that what you're calling it? But I guess I'll have to forgive you since you apologized so nicely."
"And since I'm buying you pizza," Kyungsoo reminds him with a sharp jab to the ribs. They get up from their table, Baekhyun's uneaten sandwich and the bag trash in hand.
"It was my money to begin with, don’t forget!"
"But you transferred ownership when you gave it to me," Kyungsoo points out with a smug grin. "Because you love me."
"Well yeah," Baekhyun agrees, tangling his fingers with Kyungsoo's as they head for the door. "Finally, something we can both agree on! I definitely love you, you bastard."
“I love you too, asshole.”
Pairing: BaekSoo
Rating: PG(13?)
Warning: language
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, written just for fun.
Summary: Baekhyun decides to buy clothes for Kyungsoo because he needs some color in his all black wardrobe. Problem is, his black clothes only seem to multiply.
A/N: originally for sooenamoured fic fest 2015~
"You," Baek starts around a mouthful of strawberry yogurt, waving his spoon in Kyungsoo's face, "have a problem. And as much as I love you, it's gone on long enough without me saying something."
"What?" Kyungsoo doesn't look up from his oatmeal and the crossword puzzle he's lowkey trying to fill in, too used to his boyfriend's dramatics to get worried this early in the game.
"This." Baekhyun tugs on the hem of the simple black T-shirt Kyungsoo pulled on before coming to the breakfast table. "See? All you ever wear these days is black! Black, black black! The last I checked, the only time it is socially acceptable to wear solid black in public is if it is Halloween and you are cosplaying Darth Vader. Isn't that right, Yeol?"
"Mmunno," their flatmate mumbles in response, still more asleep than awake. Chanyeol’s propped up in a chair across from Baekhyun, both his large hands wrapped around a coffee mug.
"Since when have you cared about my fashion?" Kyungsoo does look up now, eyeing Baekhyun over the gold rims of his glasses, the only non-black accessory of his entire outfit. They've been dating almost two years now and have been bffs even longer, ever since Baekhyun transferred to Kyungsoo's high school in the middle of sophomore year. Not once in all that time has Baekhyun ever complained about Kyungsoo's fashion choices, so he’s a bit confused as to why he’s starting now.
"Excuse!" Baekhyun waves his spoon around some more. Kyungsoo tracks the movement through the air with his gaze, wary of any slinging yogurt. "Of course I care about your fashion! Because I care about you!"
"Well I appreciate your consideration," Kyungsoo says with a calculating hum, slashing through the hint for #29 across when he successfully fills in the boxes. "But I like my wardrobe just fine the way it is."
"See, you just don't get it, do you! This is exactly why you need an intervention."
"Intervention? This sounds serious for an 8:00 AM breakfast conversation!" Jongdae chuckles ominously as he emerges from the bathroom clad in nothing but a threadbare towel wrapped around his hips.
Kyungsoo tsks in reproval when he notices the puddle of drips Jongdae is leaving across the hardwood floor of the apartment. "There is no intervention," he grunts, annoyed that he has to keep clarifying, "because there is no problem to begin with. What's wrong with wearing black? I like black. You wear sequins when we go clubbing and no one complains about that." Kyungsoo snatches his bowl out of Baekhyun's reach when his boyfriend's spoon wanders too close to the remnants of his oatmeal.
"But I only wear that top sometimes!" Baekhyun whines in his throat, crumpling the empty yogurt carton in his fist to emphasize his statement, but Kyungsoo just shakes his head. "That's the whole point here, Soo! Variety is the spice of life. Doesn't your own life bore you?"
"No, I think I'm fine." Kyungsoo checks the clock, folding up the scrap of newspaper when he realizes it's almost time to head to his morning classes. "And don't you dare try any funny business while I'm gone, Baek. No touching my closet, or there will be consequences." He gives his boyfriend a pointed look, holding eye contact until Baekhyun groans in frustration.
"Fine! But only as long as you promise to come shopping with me on Friday!"
"Deal," Kyungsoo says, and scrapes his last bite of oatmeal into his mouth before rinsing the bowl in the sink. "See you at lunch, Baek."
"Bye!"
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"How about this one?" Baekhyun holds up another T-shirt on another hanger, this one more hideous than all the rest before. The orange owl printed on the dark green cotton is meant to be some kind of eco-friendly symbol, but the overall effect is more fugly retro than nature nymph.
"Do you even have to ask?" Kyungsoo shakes his head at Baekhyun's rejected whimper as he thrusts the garment back on the rack. Kyungsoo is not surprised that Baekhyun is attracted to the more, um, flamboyant items in the store. His boyfriend has always had a flair for flashy graphic tees and things with sparkles. The fact that he thinks Kyungsoo will even consider wearing them, though, is making Kyungsoo reconsider his own sanity and also why he agreed to to come on this shopping trip in the first place.
"Lemme see your picks for the changing room before we go try stuff on, since you've turned down all my fabulous suggestions so far." Baekhyun stabs his fingers into Kyugsoo's arm until Kyungsoo pulls his selections out of the cart for surveyal.
"I think I might get this jacket, actually. It's on sale." Kyungsoo shakes the hanger holding a black canvas jacket, the sleeves corded with shiny black threads and a waterproof hood sewn on at the collar.
"But--!"
"It's marked 70% off today, it'd be a crime not to pick up a steal like that." Kyungsoo turns on his heel and heads for the checkout lane, not waiting around to hear any of Baekhyun's protests. He doesn't need to try the jacket on since he held it up to his torso and checked the sleeve length already.
Needless to say, Baekhyun is not too happy that his scheme to liven up Kyungsoo's wardrobe results in them coming home with even more black clothes. He pouts all the way back to their apartment until Kyungsoo pulls over at a roadside stands and buys him an ice cream to wipe the pout off his face.
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"Ooh, what's in there?" Jongdae pokes at shopping bag Baekhyun just dragged through the door, the top of the plastic sack gathered in his fist.
"It's not for you," Baekhyun grunts as he pulls it out of Jongdae's reach. "I bought some items to supplement Kyungsoo's wardrobe."
"Supplement?" Kyungsoo pauses, knife poised above the onion he's halfway done slicing. "Baekhyun, I thought we've been over this. I don't need you to supplement my style choices as if my wardrobe were vitamin deficient!"
"But Soo!" Baekhyun throws open the top of the bag and starts rummaging through the contents. "All you wear is black! It makes you look as if you never go out in the sun, which would definitely imply a vitamin D deficiency!"
The only thing keeping Kyungsoo from face palming right now is the onion juice on his hands, because he can't believe they are arguing over something this inane and pedantic yet again. It's been over a week since Baekhyun brought it up at breakfast the first time, and they're at such a stalemate now that even their analogies and counterarguments are starting to devolve into rhetorical nonsense.
"You look like a goth."
"But I'm not a goth," Kyungsoo sighs, confused as to why he has to explain this to the person who knows him better than anyone.
"But you look like one," Baekhyun insists, already unfolding his purchases and throwing them over the nearest kitchen chair. "Are you really ok with people judging you and assuming you identify with a subculture you actually have nothing to do with?"
"If it hasn't bothered me up until now, why would it suddenly start to matter?" Kyungsoo can feel a headache coming on, and possibly stress induced tears that have nothing to do with this onion. He is so tired of arguing with Baekhyun over this that the option of giving in just to shut him up is quite appealing, and Kyungsoo almost gives in to the temptation. Almost.
"I just want you to be happy!" Baekhyun sounds on the verge of tears himself, his voice all wobbly to match the quiver of his lips when Kyungsoo glances over with a frown.
"Have you had any indications that I'm not happy?"
"Just give it a chance? Please? Just one try!" Baekhyun pleads with his eyes and the adorable downturn of his pouty lips and Kyungsoo drops his knife to the cutting board with a sigh.
"Fine. I promise I'll wear one of those shirts to school on Monday. Now will you leave me alone for a bit so I can finish cooking our dinner in peace?"
"Nope! I’m too thrilled to leave you alone now!" Baekyun screams a high pitched squeal of delight as he launches himself at his Kyungsoo. "Thank you," he murmurs into the side of his neck as soon as he's attached himself to his boyfriend with a tight embrace. "I knew you'd come around!"
Kyungsoo just rolls his eyes to the ceiling and pats the top of Baekhyun's head with his sticky fingers.
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"But you promised!"
Kyungsoo feels frustrated fingers dig into his shoulders as Baekhyun pounces on him from behind. He shakes Baekhyun off with a grunt, annoyed that his lunch is thus interrupted while he’s trying to eat his kimbap and instant miso in peace.
Baekhyun slides into the seat across from him at the narrow coffee table, still pouting around his straw as he sucks angrily at his large coke. "You promised you'd wear one of the new things I bought you!" The tight clenching of Baekhyun's jaw looks mighty furious, but his eyes just look wounded and miserable.
"I am wearing one of them."
"What? But I didn't buy you anything black!" Baekhyun's mouth flaps open and closed several times in quick succession, like a fish gasping for water.
"Of course you didn't." Kyungsoo lifts another bite of kimbap to his lips, wrinkling his nose at the stale smell of the roasted seaweed. His own rolls always taste much fresher than anything he can purchase in the campus convenience store. He usually packs his own lunches, but last night he was too busy.
"Then how--!"
"Baek, this is one of the shirts you bought me. You can check the brand name on the tag, if you wish. And thanks again for the clothes, by the way. Maybe you could show me the shop next time we're at the mall? This cotton-bamboo blend is very soft and absorbent, it took the dye really well."
"Of course I can take you there but--! Wait, what? Dye?" Baekhyun almost drops the cheese burger he's trying to unwrap, his mouth falling open again in shock as a mixture of emotions swirl across his face in thunderstorm of rage and disappointment.
Kyungsoo was expecting a negative reaction once his boyfriend realized what he'd done to his new clothes, but he didn't think Baekhyun would be quite this upset, red faced and shaking with humiliated tears beading in the corners of his eyes.
"Yes, Ryeowook hyung was doing a batch of batik in the design studio this weekend, so I asked him if I could join. You know, BYOT. Bring your own T-shirt?" Kyungsoo shifts in his seat, feeling an uncomfortable weight of regret pressing down on his chest as he watches Baekhyun blink back angry tears with a shaky sigh.
"You know, I spent my hard earned money on you because I love you, but you just don't get it." Baekhyun curls his shoulders inward, ducking his head like a turtle withdrawing into its shell, and Kyungsoo thinks maybe he's gone too far this time. (Well so has Baekhyun to be honest, but that's kind of beside the point if his boyfriend is feeling this wounded by his stubbornness.)
"Hey, come here." Kyungsoo scoots his chair around the curve of the table until he's close enough to brush the tears from Baekhyun's eyes with the tips of his thumbs. Kyungsoo can feel his face heating now too, overcome with the snarl of feelings that's been tangling in his chest for the past several days and also self conscious because they're having this out in public.
But if Baekhyun's actually crying over this Kyungsoo will do anything to put a smile back on his face as soon as possible. He sighs as Baekhyun's fists curl instinctively in the hem of his T-shirt to pull himself into Kyungsoo's chest.
"I'm sorry if I upset you," Kyungsoo whispers into the mop of hair tucked against his chin.
"But you're not sorry you ruined my gift, are you!"
Kyungsoo tries not to chuckle at Baekhyun's heated words against his stomach, shuddering a little from the force of the glare he can't actually see but can feel radiating into his skin nonetheless. "I don't think it's ruined. Like I said, this shirt is very comfortable."
"Yeah, but--!" Baekhyun claws his way up Kyungsoo's chest, lifting his head enough to look him in the eye. "What about those faux leather pants I bought you? What did you do to them? There's no way you could have dyed over cranberry pleather!"
Kyungsoo can't hold back his laugh this time. Baekhyun looks too adorable with an accusatory glare trained on Kyungsoo while he squirms half in his lap. "Nope. We didn't dye those. I just returned them with the gift receipt you conveniently left in the shopping bag." Kyungsoo laughs again at the frustrated groan that purrs in Baekhyun's throat, dropping a kiss to his forehead.
"You're not ever gonna see it my way, are you," Baekhyun pouts, dropping his head back against Kyungsoo's chest. "Is this what they mean by 'irreconcilable differences' on those courtroom TV shows?"
"I think we're making this a bigger deal than it really is. Can't we just agree to disagree on this one?" Kyungsoo jostles Baekhyun's shoulders a little as his cradles his head to his chest. "You said you just wanted me to be happy, and I swear Baekhyun, I am happy.”
"Ok, ok," Baekhyun sniffs. He pushes off of Kyungsoo and slides back into his own seat, though he stays close enough that their thighs are pressed close together under the shield of the table.
Kyungsoo reaches down to squeeze Baekhyun's knee in an affectionate grip. "If you really want, you can come with me later and we can pick out stuff together with the mall gift card I got for returning the pants."
"Nah, that's ok." Baekhyun shakes his head, already smiling brightly though his tears are just starting to dry. "That sounds like a shopping trip that would take forever. We should just buy pizza instead."
"Ok, deal!" Kyungsoo doesn't try to muffle his laugh this time, roughing up Baekhyun's hair with heel of his hand.
"I'm sorry for being stupid," Baekhyun whispers. He looks up through his fringe with a scolded puppy look and Kyungsoo hates himself a little for the way his heart squeezes in response. He may be stubborn when it comes to his wardrobe, but he is equally as weak when it comes to making Baekhyun happy. No wonder this dispute has been at a stand still of warring wills all week long.
"Nah, I'm sorry for taking creative liberties with your gift without asking. That wasn’t very considerate of me." Kyungsoo tugs on his T-shirt as he meets Baekhyun's eye, relieved when his boyfriend's face breaks into a bright smile that erases the stirrings of guilt mixing with the kimbap in his stomach.
"Creative liberties?" Baekhyun repeats with a wriggle of his eyebrows. "Is that what you're calling it? But I guess I'll have to forgive you since you apologized so nicely."
"And since I'm buying you pizza," Kyungsoo reminds him with a sharp jab to the ribs. They get up from their table, Baekhyun's uneaten sandwich and the bag trash in hand.
"It was my money to begin with, don’t forget!"
"But you transferred ownership when you gave it to me," Kyungsoo points out with a smug grin. "Because you love me."
"Well yeah," Baekhyun agrees, tangling his fingers with Kyungsoo's as they head for the door. "Finally, something we can both agree on! I definitely love you, you bastard."
“I love you too, asshole.”