The morning sun filtered through the blinds as you stretched, the scent of pancakes wafting through the air. A smile tugged at your lips as you slipped out of bed, following the delicious aroma to the kitchen. There stood Minho, his back to you, expertly flipping pancakes in the pan. You couldn't resist slipping your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against his broad shoulder.

"Smells good," you murmured, your voice still sleepy. A boyish grin spreads across his face as he leaned down to kiss you. "Good morning," he whispered against your lips, his voice laced with affection.

Before things could go further, Tamara, your roommate, barged into the kitchen. "Guys, seriously?" She teased, pushing between you and Minho to grab the plate of pancakes. "There are other rooms for that, you know."

You laughed, rolling your eyes as Minho grinned. But the light mood was interrupted by a knock at the door. You moved to answer, but Minho's hand on your arm stopped you. "Hey, so I forgot to tell you," Minho began, his tone suddenly awkward, "Isabel texted... she needs help with an old case." His eyes searched yours for understanding.

Isabel, his ex-wife; the one who’d gone too deep undercover and barely made it back. "Oh.. and you were going to tell me when?" You asked, trying to keep your tone light.

"You know I was going to tell you," he continued, attempting to lighten the mood with a smirk, "But you were in the shower... and then I got in the shower, heh." He smirks, his lips finding yours again in a kiss.

Before you could respond, Tamara was already at the door, pulling it open.