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【41】

the house was quiet, wrapped in the kind of stillness that only happens on weekends when the world slows down just enough to let you breathe.

mingi had woken up to yunho's arm slung across his chest and the soft sound of rain tapping against the window. yunho's hair was a mess, cheek pressed into the pillow, lips parted slightly. he looked peaceful. like he belonged in this moment.

mingi didn't move for a long time. just stayed there, listening to yunho's soft breathing and the distant hum of the house coming alive downstairs.

eventually, yunho stirred. blinked a few times, yawned into mingi's shoulder, and smiled.

"morning," he mumbled.

"barely," mingi whispered back.

neither of them got up right away. there was no rush. just tangled legs and quiet heartbeats and the weight of yunho's thumb brushing slow circles over mingi's hand.

downstairs, yunho's mom was already making breakfast. she smiled when they came down together, still in pajama pants and hoodies, mingi's hair sticking up a little on one side.

"you boys want pancakes or toast?" she asked, already cracking eggs into a bowl.

"toast is fine," yunho said, leaning on the counter.

mingi hesitated. "pancakes?"

"pancakes it is," she said immediately. "you sit, sweetheart. i'll bring it over."

mingi flushed a little and sat at the table while yunho poured them both orange juice. the house smelled like syrup and clean laundry, and mingi felt something loosen in his chest that had been tight all week.

the rest of the day passed like a dream.

they didn't go anywhere. just stayed inside, watching old movies in the living room and building a nest of blankets on the couch. yunho's head ended up in mingi's lap more often than not, his eyes fluttering shut while mingi played with his hair absentmindedly.

at some point, yunho's mom peeked in with a soft smile and a tray of snacks.

"you two doing okay in here?"

"yes, ma'am," mingi said, smiling shy.

she reached out and gently played with his hair. "good. just let me know if you need anything, alright?"

"thank you."
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the kitchen was dim, lit only by the under-cabinet lights and the soft golden glow spilling in from the hallway. dishes were done, yunho's mom had gone to fold laundry, and yunho had run upstairs to grab a sweater before they watched a movie.

mingi lingered by the counter, sipping water from a glass, his hoodie sleeves pulled down over his hands. he was just about to follow yunho when a voice came from behind him.

"you like being here?"

mingi turned and found yunho's dad standing near the dining table, a cup of tea in hand, leaning lightly against one of the chairs.