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172. Sweet breakfast

Author: Aerina Jane
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-04 12:10:47

At 5:00 a.m., I rush to the kitchen, my mind racing with what to cook — our groceries are almost gone. Baekhoon is still sick, so porridge feels safest. I slice some chicken, toss in seaweed, and add a few vegetables, trying to make it comforting. Carrying the warm bowl back upstairs, I enter the bedroom quietly. I press the back of my hand against Baekhoon’s forehead, checking his temperature. Last night it had spiked over 38°C. Now… it’s lower. Relief washes over me.

“Hah… thank goodness,” I whispered, exhaling.

Suddenly, Baekhoon doesn’t pull away. He holds my hand against his forehead, then slides it gently onto his cheek. His eyes flutter open, soft and luminous, and he smiles at me. My heart stutters. The way he rubs his face against my hand makes me feel… electric.

“Good morning,” he rasps, voice low and still husky from sleep. I bite my lip, trying to hide my fluttering heartbeat. Even though he does this all the time, it still catches me off guard. How is he so impossibly swe
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