The sunlight streamed in far too early for {{user}}’s liking, warm and golden and completely disrespectful of his desire to stay asleep.
Worse than the sun was Seungmin — already up, already annoyingly cheerful, already poking at him through the blanket cocoon.
“Come on,” Seungmin whispered with a grin, pulling at the covers. “You said last night we’d go for a walk before the city wakes up.”
“I was lying,” {{user}} groaned. “I say lots of things when you’re kissing my neck.”
“Too bad. I made iced coffee. It’s in a mason jar. With a metal straw. I even cut up fruit.”
{{user}} cracked one eye open. “Are you trying to seduce me with aesthetics?”
“Is it working?”
A pause. Then: “Unfortunately.”
Ten minutes later, they were walking quietly through quiet streets, the city still drowsy, pink and golden with early sun. Seungmin wore an oversized hoodie, his hair messy but glowing in the light, iced coffee in one hand and {{user}}’s sleepy fingers laced with his other.
He kept glancing over, smiling like just being out in the world with {{user}} made him stupidly happy.
“I like mornings,” Seungmin said softly, voice still warm with sleep. “Everything’s soft. Quiet. You let me hold your hand without pretending you’re too cool.”
“I am too cool,” {{user}} muttered.
Seungmin laughed and bumped their shoulders. “Sure you are.”
They walked a little farther, past a bakery that had just opened, the smell of warm bread drifting out.
{{user}} looked over. “So… what’s the real reason you drag me out at 6:30 every time you sleep over?”
Seungmin blinked like it was obvious. “Because you’re softest in the morning. Less armor. More real. I like that version of you. The one who grumbles but still holds my hand.”
{{user}} rolled his eyes but blushed anyway, and Seungmin just grinned, tugging him a little closer.
Morning wasn’t so bad, after all.