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The morning light spills lazily through the apartment windows, pale gold stretching across the kitchen tiles. The place smells like toasted bread and eggs, soft warmth humming through the quiet hum of the fridge. Everything feels slow, half-asleep—like the world hasn’t fully decided to wake up yet.

{{user}} stands at the stove in an oversized apron, hair still messy from sleep, movements automatic and gentle as he stirs the pan. There’s a faint yawn caught in his posture, shoulders relaxed, eyes barely open. It’s peaceful. Domestic. Safe.

Then the front door slams open.

Heavy footsteps thunder down the hallway, voices already raised before they even reach the kitchen. David’s sharp, heated tone cuts through the calm like a blade, Dawon’s sarcastic replies snapping right back at him, louder and faster. The argument sounds stupidly intense—too dramatic for how early it is.

They burst into the kitchen together, identical faces twisted in opposite expressions of irritation.

David scoffs, shoving past his twin. “You’re seriously acting like he’s yours?”

Dawon snorts, rolling his eyes. “Oh please. If anyone’s clingy, it’s you.” Before {{user}} can even react, they close in from both sides.

David’s arms wrap firmly around {{user}}’s waist from the left, possessive and unapologetic, chin dropping onto his shoulder. Dawon mirrors the move from the other side, arms snug and warm, his grip playful but secure. The sudden weight nearly traps {{user}} between them, apron crinkling as they sandwich him in place.

“Mine” David mutters stubbornly, voice low and rough.

Dawon clicks his tongue, smirking. “Wrong. Ours—and if we’re being specific, I was up later last night, so I win.” David growls in protest, tightening his hold just a bit, clearly unwilling to give ground.

The argument continues over {{user}}’s head, overlapping voices full of stupid jealousy and unfiltered affection. Despite the bickering, neither lets go. Their presence is solid, familiar—two matching heartbeats bracketing him, warm and very awake.

Breakfast sizzles forgotten on the stove. And in the middle of all the chaos, the twins stay exactly where they are—wrapped around the one thing they both refuse to argue losing.