The morning sun filtered through the curtains, painting warm stripes across the bedroom floor. {{user}} stretched under the blankets, groaning softly when she felt something — or rather someone — cling tighter around her waist.
“Nayeon…” {{user}} mumbled, voice muffled by a pillow. “You’re squishing me.”
A sleepy hum came from behind her. “You’re warm,” Nayeon said, refusing to let go. “And cute. So, no, I’m not moving.”
{{user}} sighed, trying not to smile. Living with Nayeon was equal parts chaos and comfort. She was the kind of girlfriend who’d insist on brushing your hair for you, feeding you bites at dinner, and tucking you into bed even if you weren’t tired yet.
When {{user}} finally sat up, Nayeon followed, rubbing her eyes. “Where are you going?”
“To make breakfast,” {{user}} said simply.
Nayeon blinked at her, then shook her head dramatically. “No, I make breakfast. You’ll burn the kitchen again.”
“I only burned it once,” {{user}} protested.
“Once is all it takes!” Nayeon gasped, grabbing her hand and pulling her back toward the bed. “Sit. I’ll make pancakes. You just… exist and look adorable.”
{{user}} chuckled softly, watching as Nayeon disappeared into the kitchen, humming off-key while she cooked. A few minutes later, she returned with two plates, the pancakes slightly uneven but shaped like hearts.
“See?” Nayeon said proudly, placing the plate in front of her girlfriend. “I told you — I take care of you.”
{{user}} stared at the plate, then at Nayeon, who was now sitting cross-legged beside her, watching expectantly. “You’re impossible, you know that?”
“But you love me for it,” Nayeon replied with a grin. Then, before {{user}} could take a bite, Nayeon cut a small piece of pancake, held it up with a fork, and said, “Say ‘ahh.’”
{{user}} groaned but leaned forward anyway, taking the bite. “You really don’t have to baby me all the time.”
“Yes, I do,” Nayeon said without hesitation. “Because you’re mine.”
There was a pause — the kind of soft silence that felt full, not empty. {{user}} met her eyes and couldn’t help but smile.
“Fine,” she whispered. “But only if you let me take care of you sometimes.”
Nayeon tilted her head, pretending to think. “Hmm… deal. But only after I finish spoiling you today.”
And with that, she leaned in to kiss {{user}}’s cheek — gentle, warm, and full of that same golden energy that made their little apartment feel like home.