SECRETS

Chapter 20

Tring...... Tring........ Tring....... Tring

The harsh sound of the alarm echoed in the room, assaulting
Y/n's ears, dragging her from the depths of sleep. Groaning, she clung to her cozy cocoon of blankets, wishing she could just stay there forever. But then, a sudden realization cut through her morning haze – the entire Kim family was under the same roof, and her mother,Eomma, had been awake at midnight, lost in her thoughts. Eomma wouldn't be stirring from her slumber anytime soon.

With a reluctant sigh, Y/n gently disentangled Yeonjun's arm from around her waist. She reluctantly abandoned her warm haven and embarked on the arduous journey to the bathroom. After freshening up and getting dressed, she tiptoed downstairs, the chilly to its promise of another day.

The kitchen held a quiet charm, but a sense of unease hung in the air. **Y/n** found herself at a loss, standing before the open fridge, surrounded by a vast array of ingredients. Her brows furrowed as she contemplated where to begin.

She selected a handful of vegetables - carrots, cabbage, radish, and more. A pot of water was set to boil, and the rhythmic chopping of vegetables commenced. The mundane task provided a brief respite, but it wasn't long before the familiar warmth of arms encircled her from behind.

Y/n : Oh u woke up early it's only 4:30 am."

Yeonjun: "I can't bear to sleep without you by my side."

Y/n: "You're not a baby, Yeonjun."

Yeonjun:"But I am your baby."

Y/n:"No, Haneul is my baby."

Yeonjun: "But I'm your first baby."

Y/n: "Yes, you are. Now, if you can't sleep, how about you take a bath and join me in the kitchen?"

Yeonjun: "Fineee."

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*After a while...*

The rhythmic sound of chopping vegetables continued, but this time, a strong hand rested on Y/n's waist, and she leaned into it.

Y/n:"Feeling more awake now?"

Yeonjun: "Yes."

Y/n: "Alright, now you can help me"

Yeonjun : mmmmmmmm

Y/n continued her culinary journey, and after some time, the rice was neatly tucked away in the rice cooker, leaving them with a short wait. It was during this brief lull that Yeonjun decided to sweep her off her feet, quite literally.

Y/n: "What are you doing, Yeonjun? What if someone sees us?"

Yeonjun: (whispering, a hint of longing) "Come on, how many times do I need to remind you that you're my wife? I can't resist having a romantic moment with you."

Y/n: "But you remember the Jungkook incident, right?"

Yeonjun:  "I do, but it doesn't matter."

As their lips met, it was as if time had momentarily frozen, and they surrendered to the sweet acing her cheeks. She bent down to open the rice cooker, transferring the fluffy grains into a bowl. Everything was now ready, and she efficiently set the table, just as the rest of the Kim family began to emerge from their slumber.

Eomma hurried into the kitchen, her face etched with worry and frustration, realizing she hadn't prepared breakfast.

Eomma: (panicked) "Oh no, I didn't even make breakfast! How will they eat? Should we order something? Will it arrive in time? I should never have stayed up so late. What will the Kim family think of me?"