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Hey~, welcome to my writing blog! You can call me Eden!
I'm kind of anxious and shy and terrible at communication but I'm always open to chat and talk about anything I swear lmao
Trying my best for my goated @okiedokrie and our twin sons
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The many songs of the many birds outside filter into the kitchen, melodies and voices crashing together. It’s quiet enough that he doesn’t mind the disharmony, quiet enough that he can enjoy the way nature made this moment.
Steam rises off the mug in front of him. A welcomed warmth radiating off it, like his own personal bonfire in the middle of the winter. That’s overstating it, of course. The mornings of an early summer are only a little chilly, enough for him to curl his toes in his slippers to keep the cold away - not enough to make Jihoon get up and grab a sweater.
He curls a hand around the mug even if it burns. The sky beyond the window is bright blue. Not one cloud, a high chance of a sunny day. The wind is not to be heard at all, so perhaps a warm day as well. A perfect day to get out of the house, he thinks, although he’s not sure anything will come out of that idea.
“The breakfast is almost ready - can you get the plates?” your voice brings him out of his reverie. He abandons his mug and stands up, making his way to you, to murmur a sure against the apple of your cheek before planting a kiss there.
He sets the table: two plates, two mugs already waiting, utensils. Simple enough. He looks over the table, the flower in the center, the waiting dishes, the picture hanging on the wall and the window. He feels the breeze slither into your home, the bird songs drifting inside along with it.
Jihoon turns back into the kitchen. His steps are quiet enough that you jump in surprise when you feel his arms around you and his chin hook over your shoulder. The heat coming off the stove kept you warm it seems, and in turn you make him feel warmer than being curled around his cup of tea could.
“Hungry?” you ask with a chuckle.
He only responds with a small hum. Usually he’d feel like he’s starving but for some inexplicable reason, all that he feels right now is a comfortable sense of satisfaction. His thoughts don’t race, his mental checklist for the day is clear. And most confusingly - he doesn’t feel any suspicion towards the sudden peace.
“I was thinking we could go for a walk later,” he says. He can’t explain why, especially since he likes lazing around with you in the comfort of your home. There’s plans he had, other plans, chores to do, projects to start. But they feel too burdensome for today.
“Sounds nice,” you smile.
You turn towards him. The angle is too awkward to decipher the look in your eyes, but he can feel the emotions radiating off of you. Confusion, surprise - something between concern and amusement.
“It’s going to be a nice day,” Jihoon avoids the unspoken question, “We should enjoy it.”
You laugh again, shaking your head before turning back towards the breakfast that by now looks finished. His stomach growls. Maybe he really is starving just like any other day.
“We could have a picnic,” you suggest, “Grab some snack at the store, so we don’t have to spend time making anything.”
“Sounds perfect,” his own lips curl up. He kisses the slip of exposed skin on your shoulder.
He helps you bring the food to the table. As he does, he can’t help the feeling that this feels like a dream. So after he wolfs down the breakfast, he holds your hand. Real and warm, your skin smooth under his thumb as he strokes the back of your hand.
You watch him with mirth painting your features but you don’t comment on it.
