Yongsun's groans in her sleep as she feels the coldness of the air brushing her skin. She trembles and taps her side to find the sheets to cover her naked body, and as her hands tap byul's side, she realized it's empty. And to verify if she's right, she slowly flutter her eyes open and confirmed she's indeed alone in their bed.
"Byul?" Yongsun groggily calls out, trying to find where her girlfriend is. But instead of byul responding, silence is all yongsun heard.
She slowly sat up while covering her bare chest with the blanket, smiling a bit when the scenes from last night hit her. She stood up and went towards the bathroom to check if the girl was there, but same as she expected, byul wasn't inside.
Her eyebrows furrowed just by thinking where could byul headed to. She glances at the wall clock and it reads 6:40 am, too early for their wake-up time for the past week. Where is that hamster again? She can't help but ask herself.
With a weak movement, yongsun bent down to get her pajamas that were scattered on the floor and wears them back, as she drags herself to the door and step out. The moment she opens the door, the aroma that comes from the kitchen embraces her nose instantly that she feels her mouth water in delight.
The more she walks near the kitchen, the more she feels her stomach grumbles in hunger. And as she arrived, she saw byul's back slightly dancing brightly while her hand was busy stirring something in the pan. If yongsun listens thoroughly, she can hear the latter's soft humming. Byul feels as if she's in a cinematic scene like cinderella doing house chores with birds and rats singing near her side.
Yongsun was awestrucked.
She didn't impose or made some noise that could ruin byul's little bubble. Instead, she slowly made her way to one of the chairs and plopped herself, silently watching the girl do her work. Byul was so happy cooking that she's so clueless about yongsun's arrival. She wants the dish to be perfect though, and by making it possible her attention should be supplied to her cooking only.
Satisfied with how her dish looks, byul grabs the spoon and slightly takes a bit of her cooking to taste it.
"Uhh, this taste better than the other two.. I guess?" She murmured to herself and gets back on mixing the dish.
Yongsun widened her eyes when byul mentioned 'the other two'. She looks at the counter near the sink and saw two bowls of dishes like the one byul's making right now, which means this is the third time she attempted cooking the food.
Yongsun bit her lip to suppress the smile that is trying to get out as her heart flatters at the thought of byul stressing herself out to make breakfast. Byul isn't skilled when it comes to cooking and the way she put a lot of effort to make a decent meal makes yongsun extremely pleased. Oh, how lucky she is to have a perfect girlfriend like byul.
"I hope she will like this- babe!"
Moonbyul turns around to get her phone but was startled by the sight of yongsun looking at her with dreamy eyes as if she's the only one she sees and nothing else. Yongsun just smile when she was caught, teeth showing while she stomp her feet under the table, excited to taste the food byul was making.
"Aaaah~~" Yongsun playfully opens her mouth, looking like a baby bird waiting for her mother to give her some worms. She also gets the spare spoon and fork beside her and holds them both of her hands, acting like a spoiled kid in movies. If she wears a bib, she will definitely looks like a baby whining in hunger.
"You're supposed to be in the bed while I deliver our breakfast."
Byul pouts and turns off the stove as she made her way to where yongsun was sitting. Instead of stuffing her mouth with food, she bent down and peppers the latter's lips with quick kisses. The sweet gesture is enough for yongsun to giggle and hugs byul's waist in the process. She looks up with eyes full of passion and met the orbs of the woman she consider spending her life with.
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