[9:25am]
you awoke to the smell of burnt toast on christmas morning. confused as to if it was the smell of toast or something else burning in your house, you sat up straight. rubbing your eyes, you stretched your arms wide as changbin gently pushed open the closed bedroom door—entering with a large tray of food for two, perfect for breakfast in bed. it was evident from the smell coming from downstairs that changbin had messed up not once, but several times in preparing this breakfast but you focused on the thought he put into it instead rather than the execution. his final outcome did look good though. there was toast with eggs, bacon, and fruit on the side. he had even brought a glass of orange juice. you complimented him on his hard work with a smile, "wow! this looks amazing!" despite the tendency you had to tease changbin often, you decided to let this occasion slide and pretend you didn't smell all his failed attempts and instead let him be proud of the first gift of the morning—admiring the precious grin displayed across his face. "merry christmas, y/n! let's eat."
