The early morning light spilled into the kitchen, casting soft shadows as YoungBok and Hyunjin worked together, preparing breakfast. The atmosphere was relaxed and intimate, the quiet hum of the morning filling the space as they moved around each other in sync.
YoungBok stood by the stove, flipping pancakes with a practiced hand, his face soft and content. Hyunjin, leaning against the counter, watched him with a smile, his eyes filled with affection. The kitchen, usually a place of bustling activity, felt like a sacred space in that moment — just the two of them, sharing a peaceful morning together.
YoungBok glanced over his shoulder, catching Hyunjin's gaze. "You're staring at me again," he teased softly, his lips curling into a playful smile.
Hyunjin chuckled, his heart swelling at the sight of YoungBok, looking so relaxed and happy. "I can't help it. You're beautiful, even when you're making pancakes."
YoungBok's smile deepened, a light blush spreading across his cheeks. He turned to continue cooking but not before meeting Hyunjin's eyes again. "You're just saying that to get me to make breakfast every day."
"I'd never need an excuse for that," Hyunjin replied, pushing off from the counter and walking over to YoungBok. He leaned in, brushing his lips against YoungBok's ear, his voice soft and low. "You make everything feel special. Even the mornings."
YoungBok's breath hitched slightly at the closeness, the warmth of Hyunjin's presence surrounding him. He set the spatula down and turned fully toward Hyunjin, the playful banter falling away as they shared a quieter, more intimate moment. Hyunjin cupped YoungBok's face gently, brushing his thumb over his cheek, his gaze soft and adoring.
"You're everything to me, YoungBok," Hyunjin murmured, his voice sincere, his forehead resting against YoungBok's. "I love waking up with you. There's no one else I'd rather share these moments with."
YoungBok closed his eyes for a moment, leaning into the touch. "I feel the same way. I don't think I could live without you." He opened his eyes again, his voice low and full of emotion. "You make everything better. Every day."
Hyunjin's hand moved from YoungBok's face to the back of his neck, pulling him into a slow, tender kiss. The kiss was soft at first, a quiet exchange of affection, but as they both melted into it, it grew deeper, more intense, a reflection of the love they shared. It wasn't just a kiss—it was a promise, a reaffirmation of everything they had built together.
When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless, their faces flushed with the intensity of the moment. YoungBok let out a soft laugh, still holding onto Hyunjin, unwilling to let the warmth of their connection fade.
"Well," YoungBok said, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "you might have just ruined breakfast."
Hyunjin grinned, brushing his nose against YoungBok's. "It was worth it."
The warmth between them was palpable, a love that had grown deeper with each passing day. They didn't need words to express what they felt. In that kitchen, surrounded by the simple act of making breakfast, they had everything they needed. Together.
YoungBok went back to the stove, his smile lingering, as Hyunjin stood by his side, watching him with an affectionate gaze. The rest of the world could wait—this moment, this love, was all that mattered.
Felix told Hyunjin about, the concert, they had concert without him, and how hard it was for him without him on the stage.
Memories flashes back.