Accidentally Married

33. Breakfast

Saifah was standing by the kitchen counter, pouring a cup of coffee. The moment their eyes met, Jui froze, every muscle in his body tensing.

Saifah looked as put together as ever, his casual posture at odds with the tension in the air. His expression was unreadable, but there was a glint of amusement in his eyes that made Jui's stomach flip.

"Good morning," Saifah said casually as if this were the most normal situation in the world.

Jui swallowed hard, his voice stuck in his throat. He had no idea how to respond, no idea how to even begin to navigate this situation. He had woken up in Saifah's bed, with no memory of how far things had gone, and now he was standing in Saifah's house wearing clothes that Saifah had clearly prepared for him.

"Morning," Jui croaked, gripping the hem of his shirt nervously. He desperately searched for something to say, but his mind was still fuzzy, and Saifah's calm demeanor only made him feel more out of place.

Saifah poured a second cup of coffee, the silence between him and Jui thick with unspoken words. 

Jui stood awkwardly by the kitchen entrance, unsure of how to navigate the tension swirling inside him. His hands nervously fiddled with the edge of his shirt, eyes darting around as if looking for an escape. 

Saifah, noticing his discomfort, offered a smile that was far too casual for the situation.

"You should eat something," Saifah said, setting the coffee cup aside and gesturing toward the small dining table, where a spread of food was already laid out. "It'll help with the hangover."

Jui hesitated. His mind was still spinning with questions about the previous night, his body still buzzing with the aftereffects of the alcohol and his incomplete memories. 

He wanted nothing more than to bolt out the door, but his legs felt heavy, and his head was still pounding. Reluctantly, he nodded and moved toward the table.

The breakfast Saifah had prepared was a traditional Thai-style meal, complete with a comforting hangover soup. The aroma filled the air, and despite the knot of anxiety twisting in his stomach, Jui's mouth watered. He couldn't deny that the food looked—and smelled—delicious.

As he sat down, Jui avoided Saifah's gaze, focusing instead on his plate. Saifah, sensing the tension, didn't push. He knew Jui was anxious about the previous night, but he had no intention of making him uncomfortable.

"Eat," Saifah said softly, sliding a bowl of soup toward Jui. "It will help you feel better."

Jui took a small sip of the soup and was immediately struck by how good it was. The flavors were rich and soothing, and he couldn't help but let out a quiet hum of appreciation. 

Saifah, sitting across from him, noticed and grinned. "Good?" he asked.

Jui glanced up, nodding reluctantly. "Yeah, it's... really good."

Saifah's smile widened, but he didn't press further. They ate in silence for a while, the only sounds coming from the clinking of utensils and the occasional slurp of soup. 

Jui could feel his body relaxing slightly, the warmth of the food working its way through his system, but his mind was still racing.

Just as the silence began to feel unbearable, Saifah finally spoke. "About last night," he began, his voice calm and steady, "I don't want you to worry."

Jui stiffened, his hand freezing mid-motion. Here it comes, he thought, the awkward conversation he had been dreading.

"We didn't go all the way," Saifah continued, his tone reassuring. "You fell asleep before anything really happened."