You felt a gentle tap on your arm, followed by the soft clink of glass. Blinking your eyes open, you were met with the faint scent of butter and fruit — and Mingyu’s warm smile hovering above you.

“Morning,” he said quietly, setting the tray down at the edge of the bed. His voice was still low and a little sleepy, like he hadn’t been awake long himself. “I tried not to wake you, but the tray was being stubborn.”

You glanced at the spread — croissants, fresh fruit such as strawberries, melon, watermelon, some bread rolls, muffins, and two glasses of orange juice. The sunlight peeked through the curtains, glinting off the dishes, and everything just… felt still. Peaceful.

Mingyu had always shown love through small things like this. He didn’t talk much about it, but you could feel it in the way he moved — quietly making sure your mornings started gently, without rush or noise.

He sat on the edge of the bed, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Eat before it gets cold,” he murmured, smiling. “I’ll grab your coffee in a minute.”

You couldn’t help smiling back, warmth blooming in your chest. Life with Mingyu wasn’t loud or grand — it was soft, steady, and full of moments like this.