Sunlight bled through the curtains in pale ribbons, painting the room in warm gold.
One of the cats was purring. Another one had already claimed Minho's ankle.
And Hyejin?
She was awake first.
It wasn't on purpose — she just... opened her eyes and saw him, curled up beside her like a boy who'd finally stopped running.
Hair messy. Lips parted. One arm tucked beneath the pillow.
The other loosely wrapped around her waist like he'd never learned how to let go.
He looked younger in the morning light.
Softer. Realer.
Like her Lee Minho, not CEO Lee Minho.
And it broke her heart a little that he'd tried so hard for so long to be anything else.
She kissed his forehead. Then his cheek.
And when he scrunched up his nose and murmured something about her "trying to eat his face," she just smiled.
"Good morning, drama king."
He cracked one eye open. Grinned.
"Good morning, my goddess."
They stayed in bed for a while, limbs tangled and hearts full.
Doongi curled up on Minho's chest like a fuzzy, judgy loaf.
Soonie pawed at the blanket, trying to burrow under Hyejin's arm.
Dori parked himself at the windowsill like a watchful gargoyle, tail flicking in approval.
"Your cats are weird," she whispered.
"You're weirder," he replied, voice thick with sleep.
She poked his side. He groaned and nuzzled her neck in retaliation, mumbling something about how she smelled like safety and vanilla.
"Okay, now I'm making breakfast before you start nibbling my collarbone."
"Too late."
"Minho—!"
"What? I'm starving. Emotionally and physically."
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She wore his old sweatshirt — the one from his university days, oversized and faded and smelling faintly of him.
He sat on a stool, still sleepy, hair sticking up in five directions, spoon-feeding Soonie a bit of tuna.
And watching her.
Just... watching.
The way she danced a little while flipping the eggs.
The way she scolded Dori for trying to jump onto the stove.
The way she made two cups of coffee and added the perfect amount of milk and sugar into his — without even asking.
"You're unreal," he murmured.
She turned, holding out his mug.
"No, just a girl who loves you."
And he melted. Right there.
They sat on the kitchen floor.
Cats circling.
Plates half-empty.
His head on her shoulder.
"You know," she whispered, "I don't care if you're not perfect."
He laughed into her hair.
"I'm literally sitting on the floor in cat pajamas, eating toast with my hands. Yeah, I figured."
"No," she smiled. "I mean it."
"Whatever we are — this life we're building — it doesn't have to look like a fairytale. It just has to be ours."
He looked up at her, eyes soft and full.
"Then let's keep writing it, Hyejin."
"Messy mornings, lipstick-stained foreheads, too many cats—"
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Chasing Perfection || Lee Know
Fiksi PenggemarHe was her first rival, her first love-and the first to walk away. Now, he's her boss, and she's the last person he wants in his kitchen. But old habits die hard... and so do old feelings. ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐༘⋆ Yoon Hyejin, constantly overshadowed by her hig...
