A lovely change with love|2min ✅

chapter 20

Warning
Vomiting (not really, kind of gagging only)

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room where Seungmin and Minho lay wrapped around each other. Minho was fast asleep, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath, while Seungmin’s head rested against him, her arms loosely draped around his neck. His hands lay at her waist, fingers settled against the soft skin beneath her white crop top.

Seungmin stirred, sensing a gentle weight pressing down on her. She blinked her eyes open and found herself gazing into the familiar eyes of Dori staring intently at her. A gentle smile tugged at her lips as she carefully shifted out of Minho’s hold, mindful not to wake him. She sat up slowly, sliding her arms from around his neck, and scooped up Dori, who gave a contented little purr in her hands.

With Dori cradled against her chest, Seungmin padded softly across the room, taking care not to make a sound. She stepped into the quiet hallway, making her way to the kitchen where the other two cats, Soonie and Doongie, were already sitting by their bowls, tails swishing in anticipation. Dori leapt from her arms and joined the others, each cat’s eyes glued to her as she filled their bowls with food, earning a chorus of purrs and soft meows.

Once they were happily eating, Seungmin allowed herself a quiet moment to watch them, feeling a rare peace settle over her. But as her gaze drifted, a thought sparked, and she felt a faint smile as she turned and walked back down the hall to Minho’s room. Opening his closet, she scanned the neatly hung clothes until her eyes landed on a soft, white shirt. She reached for it, running her fingers along the fabric, feeling the lingering warmth that somehow reminded her of him.

Shrugging the shirt over her shoulders, she let it drape loosely around her, its fabric soft and faintly scented like Minho. It was a little big for her, the sleeves hanging over her hands, but she liked it that way. With a last, quiet glance at the bed where Minho still slept, she stepped out of the room, feeling like she was wrapped in his presence even as she moved through the quiet morning, savoring this small piece of him she could carry.

The quiet morning unfolded around Seungmin, her soft hums filling the kitchen as she leaned over the counter, waiting for the coffee to brew. The smell usually brought her comfort, but today, even the hint of food made her stomach twist with nausea. She touched her abdomen briefly, a dull ache lingering there, but she brushed it off with a soft sigh. A simple cup of tea would do later, something to settle the feeling.

In the living room, cats were lazily sprawled on the furniture, their tails flicking as they watched her from afar. Just then, she felt a gentle warmth settle against her back, and she stiffened momentarily until Minho’s familiar scent and solid arms circled her waist, melting her into his embrace. Her cheeks flushed as she realized he was shirtless, his skin warm against her back, his touch sending a flutter through her chest.

Minho rested his cheek against hers, his breath soft on her ear. “Why didn’t you wear a shirt?” she mumbled, a mix of embarrassment and shyness creeping into her voice.

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as he tightened his hold. “You’re wearing my favorite one,” he replied, his voice a lazy murmur laced with amusement.

“Oh,” Seungmin stammered, suddenly aware of the oversized shirt draped over her frame. “I… I’ll just take it off, then,” she said, cheeks burning as she tried to wriggle free. But Minho’s grip only tightened, pulling her closer.

“Not a chance, princess,” he murmured against her ear, his tone deepening. “It’s my favorite because you’re wearing it.” Her face went crimson, and she felt her body warm under his gaze, the soft chuckle that escaped him sending tingles down her spine.