The soft sunlight bathed the apartment in a warm, golden glow as Hyunjin moved around the kitchen, humming softly to himself. The smell of freshly cooked pancakes and coffee filled the air, making the apartment feel like a home rather than just a new space. YoungBok stood at the counter, casually sipping his juice, eyes following Hyunjin's every move with a smile that didn’t leave his face.
“You’re a chef now?” YoungBok teased, leaning against the counter, his voice low and warm. “Making pancakes like you’ve been doing this for years.”
Hyunjin flashed him a playful look, flipping the pancake expertly. “You better be careful, or I’ll start making you my sous chef.”
YoungBok chuckled, taking a step closer. “I’m already a sous chef. I follow you everywhere.”
There was a quiet pause as their gazes met, a moment where time seemed to slow down just for them. Hyunjin set the spatula down, his lips curling into a tender smile.