gunil stirred awake before the sun had fully risen, blinking sleepily as he turned to see you still curled up beside him. a soft smile tugged at his lips—peaceful moments like this were rare, and he wanted to make the most of it. careful not to wake you, he slipped out of bed, stretching before making his way to the kitchen. cooking wasn’t something he did often, but for you, he’d gladly try.

he worked quietly, humming under his breath as he made your favorite breakfast. eggs cooked just the way you liked, toast golden and warm, fresh fruit arranged neatly on the side. he even brewed a cup of coffee, the scent filling the air as he balanced everything on a tray. when he returned to the room, you were just beginning to stir, eyes fluttering open as he set the tray down beside you. “good morning, sleepyhead.” his voice was gentle, laced with affection.

you blinked at him, then at the food, a surprised smile forming. “you made this?” your voice was still thick with sleep, and gunil chuckled, nodding as he sat beside you. “of course. only the best for you.” the warmth in his eyes made your heart swell as you reached for a piece of toast, taking a bite before looking at him in awe. “this is actually good.” you teased, and he scoffed, dramatically clutching his chest. “wow, such faith in me.”

laughing, you leaned closer, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “thank you, gunil. i love it.” he grinned, watching you eat with quiet satisfaction. he hadn’t needed to say it out loud, but you knew—this was his way of showing love. and as the morning light filtered through the window, painting everything in soft gold, he realized there was nowhere else he’d rather be.