Through The Window

16. Spend time

It was seven in the morning when Mrs. Ahn woke up and headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

After finishing, she called her husband to come downstairs and eat. As usual, the old man was still glued to his newspaper. Lately, it had practically become his best friend.

“Where’s Yujin?” he asked.

“He’s still in his room. Must be sleeping.”

“You should wake him up. It’s already seven.”

“Seems like I have to go upstairs.”

Mrs. Ahn made her way to her son’s room. She knocked three times, but there was no response. Slowly, she opened the door.

What she saw made her pause.

A cute couple, still fast asleep.

Yujin had grown up.

Wonyoung was sleeping on his chest, both of them wrapped together peacefully. Two lovebirds.

Smiling softly, Mrs. Ahn tiptoed closer and gently woke her son.

“Yujin… wake up. Breakfast is ready. Get yourself ready and come downstairs, okay?”

“Three more minutes, Mom,” he mumbled.

“No. Wake up now. Shhh—don’t wake Wonyoung. She needs more rest. Faster, Ahn Yujin, wake up.”

“Yes… okay, okay.”

“Wake up, okay?”

“Okay, Mom.”

“I’ll get out now. Wake up, Yujin.”

She left the room quietly.

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After hearing the door close, Yujin slowly woke up. He carefully slipped out of bed without making any noise so Wonyoung wouldn’t wake up.

He took a shower and put on a simple outfit.

He glanced at the mirror and smirked.
He knew he was handsome.

Once he was done, he froze.

Wonyoung wasn’t on the bed.

Panic rushed through him as he stepped out of the bathroom, only to feel relief when he spotted her standing in the corridor.

“Wony? Why are you here?”

“Oh, Yujin. I just wanted to get some fresh air.”

“Why are you dressed so nicely? Where are you going?”

“I’ll answer your question if you go get ready now. I already put my hoodie on the bed. Just wear it, okay? I’ll play a few games on my PS5. When you’re done, call my name.”

“Why? Where are we going?”

“Go get ready first, okay?”

She nodded and went into the bathroom.

Yujin turned on Tekken 5.

A few minutes later, she was done.

They went downstairs together.

“Morning, Mom. Dad.”

“Morning, son. Come and eat.”

“Morning, sweetheart. Are you okay?” Mrs. Ahn asked Wonyoung.

“I’m okay, Mommy. Much better now.”

“That’s good. Come, sit.”

Yujin pulled out a chair for her and sat beside her. They ate peacefully.