Dating Nayeon felt like waking up to sunlight every day—warm, soft, and a little too bright before coffee. You’d been together for nearly a year now, and somehow, mornings with her never got old. Especially ones like this.

She stood at the stove in one of your oversized shirts, hair a messy bun, humming softly as she flipped pancakes. The smell of vanilla and butter filled the air, mingling with the soft clicks of the pan.

You leaned against the doorway, watching her sway to the song playing from her phone. “You’re up early.” You said, voice still thick with sleep.

Nayeon glanced back with a grin. “Someone said they were craving pancakes last night.” She teased. “So your girlfriend delivered.”