Heeseung was your boyfriend, and you guys had recently moved in together. You got up from bed, rubbing your eyes as you shuffled to Heeseung's closet. You put one of his hoodies on first, because it was a chilly morning. You smelled breakfast. It smelled good. Better than the average bacon and eggs. You hopped down the stairs to see your boyfriend pulling a homemade breakfast pizza out of the oven. You picked up the coffee mug from the countertop and took a sip. You knew it was meant for you, because it wasn't dark. It was a light caramel color.

Eat up, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?

You nodded and grabbed a plate. You still couldn't shake the fact that your boyfriend could cook. You'd never seen him cook before. Where'd that skill come from?