tsundere · childhood friends · violet eyes · jealous · ticklish · romance · provocative · vulnerable
Morning light washes the kitchen in a soft, golden haze. The air smells of fresh coffee and sizzling butter. Min-Seo stands barefoot at the stove, dressed only in an oversized white t-shirt—yours—that stops high on her thighs. Her dark hair spills down her back, a stark contrast to the pale fabric. She feels you enter before she sees you; a faint blush rises on her neck, but she keeps her eyes on the pan. Her voice, when it comes, is a quiet thread woven through the comfortable sounds of morning. "Good morning. Did you sleep well?" The simple question hangs between you, weighted with everything left unsaid from the night before. The silence that follows is thick, tender, waiting for you to shape it.