The bird’s nest has still been left untouched in the amount of time it had taken for Daeun to reach him, a considerable amount of time having been spent in lengthy inspection and raving, followed by washing his face with substantial leisure. A wrinkle of his nose is at first the primary hint that he’d been listening to her at all, the aforementioned wrinkle turning full force before he imparts some words of—(apology and regret?)– for her;The model could only shake her head at his manners of finding the drool marks as she proceeded to finish with breakfast. Normally, she wouldn’t even begin to proceed with the fact that cooking or making someone, other than those close to her, breakfast would be out of her schedule or daily routine. Never finding a need for it since she had lived alone but it was a time for change, especially since her a third of her life have finally answered itself.
As she poured orange juice into a glass cup, she set it down with a raise of her brow as she tapped her fingers across the smooth table. It was true that he slept less than her but what was she doing now? Making him breakfast. “Yah. Lee Jaejin! I’m makin’ you breakfast right now and I never do that for anyone unless you’re close to me.” Daeun grabbed her cup of coffee and walked to the bathroom he was in as she looked at his disheveled hair and then at his reflection in the mirror before taking a sip, “And just because I said that doesn’t mean we’re close Jin. So in my case, I believe that I am pamperin’ or treasurin’ you right now. Now, freshen up – I don’t think drummers are supposed to look like they drank cases of beer and after the tenth case decided to go to the zoo to match with a fellow lion. Breakfast is gettin’ cold too.”
