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⋆⭒˚.⋆. 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 (𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦) 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺
| 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵
two childhood best friends find their way back to each other, healing old wounds and falling in love - again.
enhypen lee...
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Warm Mornings, Heavy Afternoons
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THE EARLY MORNING light filtered gently through the curtains of the guest room, casting a soft golden hue over the sheets. Haneul stirred beneath the blanket, eyes fluttering open to the quiet stillness of the unfamiliar room. There was no rush to move, no alarm buzzing at her side — just the soft hum of the city beyond the window and the faint birdsong muffled by glass.
She sat up slowly, stretching slightly, the oversized sweater she'd thrown on last night slipping down one shoulder. The events of the night before came flooding back — the quiet drive, the way Heeseung had looked at her outside the door, and the whispered "I love you" that had settled like a secret between them. She smiled to herself, heart blooming softly.
Pulling her hair into a loose, messy bun, Haneul stood and padded softly into the hallway. The house was quiet. The air carried that familiar early-morning chill, the kind that made you crave warmth and coffee.
She made her way downstairs, expecting to hear movement from the kitchen or maybe the faint sound of the television — but it was still. No sign of Heeseung.
Her brows furrowed slightly as she peeked into the living room. Empty. She stepped quietly to the edge of the hallway and glanced into his room. The door was ajar, and through the gap, she could just see the edge of the bed — and the familiar mess of dark hair still on the pillow.
She smiled.
He was still asleep.
A rare thing for someone like Heeseung, who always seemed to wake before the world.
With a soft breath, she turned her attention to the kitchen. She hadn't really explored it yesterday, and truthfully, she had no idea if there was anything at all in the fridge. But something nudged her to try — to do something quiet and thoughtful for him, the way he always seemed to do for her.
When she opened the fridge, she blinked in surprise. It was... stocked. Fresh eggs, leafy greens, berries, yogurt, milk, cheese, bread, even her favorite brand of orange juice.
He went grocery shopping yesterday? Her chest tightened with affection. Of course he did.
Murmuring a quiet, amused "Heeseung..." to herself, Haneul rolled up her sleeves and began gathering ingredients. She began to slice strawberries into neat halves, placing them into a little porcelain bowl. The soft snick of the knife against the cutting board was rhythmic, almost meditative. Then she cracked the eggs, whisking them together with a touch of cream, adding in a sprinkle of salt, pepper, and herbs. She moved with a quiet grace — not rushing, not distracted. Just... present.
