𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩𝔶 ᴊᴇᴏɴɢᴄʜᴀɴ

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An arm was wrapped around Jeongin's slim figure. The hand seemed to rest perfectly on his waist, while Jeongin lay flat on his back.

He was still in a sleepy state, taking his time to adjust his eyes to the lighting in the room. He soon turned his head to see the owner of the hand placed on his body. He got a bit startled by the close distance between him and his partner's face. He felt slightly uncomfortable, his face burning from the closeness—his ears probably looking red.

Jeongin slowly slipped away from Chan's grip, making sure the elder didn't wake up. Chan's arm remained in place, but now there was no Jeongin to fill that space. He only distanced himself slightly but continued to observe his peacefully sleeping husband. Chan's face looked so soft and gentle. Most of the time, he came back home with an irritated or annoyed look, eyebrows always knitted, but here, he looked ever so peaceful. Jeongin was actually admiring him from afar. Wow. This was the first time he had woken up before Chan, actually spending the first few minutes in bed just staring at him.

During breakfast with the whole family, Chan sat right beside Jeongin. The table was awkwardly quiet, except for Mrs. Bahng speaking to her husband a few times. It shocked the family to see that the couple had been interacting so much.

It seemed as if they were in their own little world. Though they didn't talk much, their actions spoke volumes.

Jeongin was the one to put food on Chan's plate first, even offering more. Jeongin didn't realize it was a big deal to the whole family; he just thought of it as a kind gesture.

"Try this; it'll taste good with it," Chan spoke in a low voice, audible only to Jeongin. The family couldn't help but glance over at the two muttering. Yep, they assumed something had definitely happened at night.

All they could see was Jeongin getting Chan's attention by either pulling his sleeve or whispering, while the elder leaned in to hear what Jeongin wanted to say.

Meanwhile, they weren't even talking about what the others thought. They were, in fact, discussing Jeongin's nightmare, the quality of the food, and other small matters.

Even Jeongin didn't know why, but after Chan comforted him that night, he felt not so distant from him.