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Saturday morning I got up pretty early, pulled on one of Junmyeon's shirts, and went into the kitchen to make breakfast. Junmyeon came in shortly afterwards wearing just his boxers and wrapped his arms around my waist, nuzzling his face in my neck.
"Morning jagi," I giggled at the tickling sensation.
"Morning," he mumbled, still clearly half asleep.
"I'm making sausage and eggs," I said, trying to entice him.
"Sounds yummy."
"Also, there's coffee."
"Now you're speaking my language," he chuckled.
"Can you make me a cup too?"
"Of course jagiya."
He walked over to where the coffee pot was resting and pulled out two mugs from the cabinet above, filling them with the molasses colored liquid. I turned my attention back to the stove and quickly finished our breakfast. By the time I had it plated Junmyeon was placing my mug in front of me and kissing my cheek.
"Thank you," I said, handing him his plate.
We sat on the counter and ate in relative silence.
"I guess I'm going to have to invest in a small table if we're going to be doing this often," he chuckled, taking a sip of his coffee.
"How often do you think we're going to do this? Especially with our busy schedules coming up."
"We'll find a way to do this as often as possible jagi."
He kissed my cheek then grabbed our empty plates and mugs, rinsing them off and putting them in the dishwasher. Once he started that he led me back into his room so that we could get ready.
"We need to leave within the hour to make it to the restaurant in time, right," I asked as I reached into the closet to get my outfit.
"If my directions are correct," he chuckled nervously, coming out of the closet with a box.
"What's that?"
"Um, you know how I had to do those Girls Day performances?"
"Uh...yeah...why?"
"Well this is full of clothes that the cordinoonas gave to me to 'practice' for lack of a better term."
"Why did you bring it out," I asked, getting slightly suspicious.
"Well um...I thought...maybe...I could, you know, dress like a girl and actually be able to sit with you at the restaurant," he blushed.
"We're going to be filming," I reminded him.
"I know but can't you do something with angles and such?"
"Probably but I haven't seen the interior of this place or the setup."
