Sulli hummed to herself as she stood in the kitchen of Minho's apartment the next morning. She was preparing him a breakfast although she still wasn't sure that he'd deserve such a treat. She was still upset about yesterday though where he had thought that she would never come back to him.

She should've been too tired to even think about food but Sulli always thought about food and it wasn't just because of her job. Sulli loved to eat and the memory of Minho murmuring that he loved to watch her eat while kissing her stomach the night before instantly flashbacked. Sulli couldn't help but blushing. Minho was way too sweet, there lot of things were said the night before and the early morning as she just couldn't help but be in cloud nine while preparing their breakfast.

For her, there had never been a better time spent with another person like Minho. And if things were to continue as they were now, Sulli wouldn't be very content if there were countless times ahead she could spend with him. She smiled at the thought of their long term togetherness and bit her lower lip.

Sangchu barked suddenly and Sulli looked down at the dog as he was sitting on the floor impatiently. Looking up at her with hopeful eyes, his tongue hanging from his mouth as he panted and his tail swishing back and forth with anticipation of his own breakfast.

Sulli put her index finger on her lips. "Shhh Sangchu..." She told him softly, hoping that his barking didn't wake Minho up. "Now, no more until I and Minho have eaten, okay?" Sulli commanded and she flicked him a piece of bacon.

Sangchu caugh it and chomping down on it happily and after finished it, he his chops for another piece. He barked again and she looked at him disapprovingly.

"You are just like your dad. Always wanting more." Said Sulli and she laughed softly. Shaking her head, she tossed him another piece of bacon which he gratefully ate.

"You're starting to spoil him." Spoke Minho suddenly behind her, catching Sulli by surprise and making her jump slightly.

Sulli turned and found Minho lean by the doorway, his arms crossed over his bare chest and he was doing his best to hide his amused smile. Minho was wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts that were resting dangerously low on his hips and Jinri commended herself for not jumping on him immediately. Instead, she only smiled at him and shrugged.

"Are you wearing my sweater?" Asked Minho, his eyes raking over her body.

Sulli was surprised that he noticed what she was wearing. She was in fact wearing his sweater, having picked it up from the floor when she woke up. His sweater was large on her and she had to push the sleeves past her elbows and it hung down to her mid-thighs.

"I had to wear something to make you breakfast." Said Sulli with a simple shrug then turned back to the stove. She wasn't surprised when she felt him stand behind her, pressing his chest to her back and his arms slipping around her waist.

"What are you making?" Asked Minho and Sulli tilted her head to the side to give him better access as he began planting kisses along the column of . "It smells good."

"Bacon and eggs and then I'm also going to make omelette rice. Do you have ketchup?" Asked Sulli.

Minho nodded his head and watched Sulli spearing the pieces of bacon and lining them up on the nearby plate. "You didn't have to do this Sulli."

"What makes you think that I'm just doing this for you?" Teased Sulli. "I'm starving."

"Then my job here is done." Minho snickered, rubbing her stomach affectionately before taking a step back and going to the refrigerator. "What do you have to do today?" He asked, grabbing the carton of orange juice. Without getting a glass, he took a quick swig but stopped when Sulli shot him a disapproving glance which he returned with a sheepish grin. He took a glass from the cabinet and then after pouring for himself, he leaned down and put some in a small dish for Sangchu. The dog lapped at the orange juice eagerly.

Sulli looked down in surprise. "You're kidding?!"

Minho laughed. "He loves this stuff. I discovered it one morning when I spilled an entire carton on the floor and I realized that investing in paper towels with Sangchu around is a waste of money."

"Oh my gosh." Sulli murmured to herself, smiling faintly and shaking her head. "Get me the eggs."

"Yes dear." Said Minho with a chuckle.

Minho was already in love with this morning. It was so relaxed and domestic. It was as if they had been doing this morning routine for years now. And years was exactly what he wanted. He wanted all of the time in the world with Sulli without ever having to worry about her leaving him or any of this ending. It was too perfect to end.

Just thinking about doing this with her every morning from then on, Minho couldn't help but grinned stupidly. He assumed there would be changes over the years. Her stomach would swell then go flat again with each pregnancy. Children would scamper around their legs and he would watch her make breakfast and dream about the old days when they were alone, like this day.

Minho handed Sulli the eggs but not before he leaned in for a kiss which she gave him one. "What are you doing today?" He asked.

Sulli smiled at him, knowing that he was asking because he wanted to spend the day with her. He wanted to be the only thing she was doing. She couldn't help but laugh softly at her thought. "I actually want you to meet Seulgi today. Since it's weekend I told her that I'd come and spend the afternoon with her. She's getting a three-day off from work and she doesn't know what to do with herself."

"Seulgi? Sehun's wife?" Asked Minho.

Sulli nodded her head and Minho thought about it for a moment. He had been wanting to meet her ever since Sulli talked about her and Sehun's relationship in the park. Anyone who would marry after knowing someone for a short period of time peeked Minho's interest to say the least, especially someone like Sehun. He really did not seem like a person mature enough for marriage or fatherhood.

"Will it just be you, me, and Seulgi?" Asked Minho, not sure though of spending an afternoon with the girls as he didn't want to impose.

Sulli shook her head, cracking the eggs and beginning to scramble them in the pan. "Kai and Krys will be there too and maybe Sehun can get a few hours off work." She paused then looked at him. "But if you'd rather just stay here together today, I can call them."

"No." Minho refused immediately with a shake of his head. He went up to her, his hands sliding onto her hips and he pulled on her until her lower body pressed to his. "They're your friends and they're important to you."

Sulli smiled, sliding her hands onto his cheeks. "You're important to me, too. And we both know that we have a lot to talk about."

Minho shook his head slightly. "Like what? You're here with me. Nothing else matters."

Sulli kissed him chastely on the lips then stared seriously into his eyes. "I'm scared that Dohan might keep trying. And you still have Joohyun to deal with."

"About what though? Baby, Joohyun is not a problem. The most she does is harass me a little bit when I run into her but I guarantee you that she won't break into my place and kill Sangchu or something. And at the dinner party I brought you with me last time, I learned that she's hitting on her father's assistant, so as of the moment, I'm not very high up on her stalking list."

"Really?" Sulli asked, wanting to be hopeful but couldn't help to feel a bit of doubt.

"Really." Said Minho firmly with a nod of his head. "Now, don't burn my eggs."

Sulli laughed and rolled her eyes before she shoved him in the chest. She turned back to the stove and with the spatula, she scoop scrambled eggs onto a plate. "Well, at least I know my place in your life." She said, trying to be pissed off though she was still laughing slightly.

Minho stared at her for a moment and then stood behind her again, his arms wrapped around her and holding her body to his. He kissed her ear and she smiled, closing her eyes.

"I love you, Sulli." Minho whispered heavily in her ear that sent shivers shocking down her spine.

Her entire body tingled and he chuckled softly. Sulli couldn't help but shook a little at the intensity of not only his breath on her ear but one part of his anatomy that she could never ignore now pressing into her backside. She bit her lower lip to keep from when Minho nipped at the sensitive, fragile skin of her neck and she once again, forgot about the eggs.

Sangchu barked suddenly causing the two to return back to the apartment from their short escape and looked at the dog, sitting and wagging his tail.

Sulli turned her head to look at Minho. "Does he eat eggs?" She asked and Sangchu barked once more as if he understood the question she had asked his owner.

Minho laughed and nodded his head. "Yeah. All but boiled Eggs. I don't know what it is but he refuses to eat those."

Sulli laughed as well then scooped some of the scrambled eggs into a bowl before placing it down on the floor and Sangchu was devouring his breakfast. She sighed, smiling as Minho divided the remaining eggs between the two of them. He placed both plates down on the table then set the plate of bacon down as well with the two glasses of orange juice. He then grabbed Sulli's hand, tugging her down in the chair.

"I have to make Omelette Rice." Said Sulli and began to stand up again but Minho grabbed her hand again, keeping her in her chair.

"No, you don't. There's plenty to eat right here." Minho told her and then deposited three strips of bacon onto her plate. "Eat." He ordered and she smiled faintly as she obeyed. He waited for a moment to watch as she sprinkled pepper over her eggs before diving into his portion of the breakfast. "What else did we have to talk about?" He asked, referring to her statement made earlier.

Sulli chewed her eggs then swallowed before responding. "Us."

Minho couldn't help but grin. He loved the sound of that. Us. "What about us? Good or bad?"

"Well…" Sulli paused, leaning over and brushing a fringe of hair from his forehead. Her mere touch, no matter how innocent, it sent shivers down his spine. He prayed that he would always get shivers around her. "What do we do now?"

Minho leaned over the table and pressed his lips to hers. "We eat breakfast together. And then we take a shower together. Then I take you to bed. Again."

Sulli couldn't help but laugh, loving his train of thought so far.

"Then we go to meet your friends and spend the afternoon with them. That will prove to be quite testing since I'm going to be thinking about taking you over and over and I'll be so hard, I won't be able to take it anymore."

A slow, mischievous smile spread across her face as Sulli stood up from her chair. Minho's body stilled completely as he watched her carefully.

"Why wait?" Asked Sulli softly and seductively. She sat down on his lap, straddling him.

His hands immediately went to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her down and kissed her hungrily. This had to be the best breakfast he had ever gotten from someone. Sulli moaned into his mouth and began to rub herself against him, torturing him.

"I love you." Sulli gasped. "I really do." They stared at one another, catching their breath and Sulli rested her forehead against his. "I love you, Minho."

Minho nodded his head, his eyes sliding closed for a moment as she continued rubbing her body against his and feeling how hard he was for her.

In the back of his head, Minho heard the phone ring but there was nothing that could make him get out of the chair and force Sulli to stop doing what she was doing to him. She rotated her hips, grinding into his, and then she smiled when he groaned.

The answering machine picked up but Minho didn't care. He was currently too preoccupied with Sulli's lips over his, her tongue searching deeply into his mouth with determination. His hands slipped up the front of his sweater and sought after her s. He nearly died when he discovered her braless. Sulli arched her back, pouring all of her s into his hands and he willingly cupped them, flicking the s and rubbing them. He wanted to torture her like she was torturing him with her constant gyrating.

"Minho, this is me." Prof. Park's voice came over the machine. As if they had been shocked, Minho and Sulli both fell absolutely motionless at the sound of the old man's tired voice. It sounded as if he was struggling for breath. "I need you to come over as soon as you get this, Minho. I need to say some things to you that will not be sufficient for the phone call." The man paused, coughing. "Please come, Minho. There is much to say to one another."

Then the machine died, signaling that the other line hung up. Now the apartment was filled with nothing but absolute heavy silence. Minho looked at Sulli and saw her eyes filled with concern and worry, all for him at the moment. She knew how important the man was to him. He was his mentor, his boss, his friend, his role model.

And Minho knew what was happening. Prof. Park was dying and just at the mere thought, Minho felt his eyes stinging with tears. Sulli stared at him then, still without speaking she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, offering him the comfort he so desperately needed at the moment.

In the back of his mind, Minho was grateful, once again that Sulli was there to give it to him.

- - - -

"Do you want more tea, dear?"

Sulli was snapped from her thoughts with the gentle presence of Prof. Park's wife. "Oh no, thank you ma'am." She smiled politely and the woman returned the gesture warmly before patting her on the shoulder and turning back to the stove.

Sulli looked at the elderly woman with wonderment. Mrs. Park wasn't acting all panicked that her husband was lying upstairs as his health growing steadily weaker. She seemed to be keeping herself busy though, maybe trying to keep her mind off things as she bustled around the kitchen, making sure Sulli's tea cup was full and Taemin who was sitting next to her had plenty of food on his plate.

Across the table from them, there were also two other men. They spoke to one another in hushed tones, trying to keep it private and Sulli had a suspicion that they were discussing about Minho and Prof. Park. Sulli tried to turn her ears to them and block every other noise out.

"That is an honor that he does not deserve!" A man among the two was hissing in a low, dangerous tone. "He hasn't earned it!"

"There are others that would disagree as well but we all knew that Prof. Park would choose that boy for his successor." Another man replied in a snickered way.

Sulli knew for certain of whom they were talking about. It was Minho. Taemin seemed to pick up on that as well for he stopped in the middle of eating and glared at the two men across from the table. They spoke as if they were alone and no one could possibly decipher their discussed words.

"Can you guys do me a favor?" Spoke Taemin suddenly and the two men widened their eyes at him as if they had forgotten his and Sulli's presence, entirely. "If you're going to talk about Minho, can you go into another room or something? I'm trying to eat and I'm getting distracted with my strong need to punch you both in the mouths."

"Here Taemin." Mrs. Park said, coming up to him and scooping another spoonful of food onto his plate. "I don't want you to get an upset stomach but you and Minho are so thin. I don't know what to do with you two."

Taemin grinned up at her. "You'll never know how much I love you."

Mrs. Park shook her head at him. Sulli stared at him in awe of his charm and he winked at her quickly before resuming his eating.

The two men were remaining silent but it was apparent that they wanted to continue their discussion. Without either one of them suggesting it, they both stood up and went into the living room. Sulli made a move to follow them but a hand on her shoulder stopped her.

Mrs. Park smiled faintly at her with another shake of her head. "You're too sweet for backstabbing, my dear." She told her quietly. "Leave them be."

"But…" Sulli sputtered. "If it's about Minho--"

"Trust me, my husband and Minho can take care of everything. Don't worry about them."

Sulli was still slightly unconvinced and wanting to go in the living room but Mrs. Park wouldn't let her.

"More tea, dear?"

- - - -

Minho opened the door to the study room as silently and slowly as possible. Prof. Park appeared to be sleeping but when Minho eased himself into the chair, his eyes opened and a slow smile appeared across his lips.

Minho gave him a look then eased back into the chair with a sigh. "You should be asleep." Said Minho quietly, as if the lack of the noise would ease him back into slumber.

Prof. Park smirked, shaking his head and shifting on the couch, his head resting against a mountain of pillows. "There'll be plenty of time for that later." He looked at Minho for a moment. "I'm glad you came." He added much softer.

"Come on, sir. Where else would I have been? You know how it is. You call, I come. That's how it always is." Said Minho, trying to sound cheerful as he could.

A wave of sadness washed over Prof. Park's face but it was only there for a brief second before disappearing altogether and he smiled again. "Yes. That's how it always is." They were both silent for a moment before he cleared his throat. "Are Donghwan and Kwanhee are still downstairs?"

"Yeah, they are." Minho sighed disgustedly. It sickened him. Here, Prof. Park wasn't even dead yet but that didn't stop them from waiting to pounce on him just to pick at his position. The entire thing made Minho just want to quit and leave it all behind.

Minho had never thought that his job could be somehow so political until when he started working for Prof. Park. He was naïve then with ways of the work place before. Now Minho was certain that he wouldn't be able to handle it if Prof. Park wouldn't be there to help him through it.

Minho didn't have the nerve for backstabbing someone to move up the university ladder. He just wanted to stay in his closet office and read and write papers. But he knew that he couldn't do that for much longer. He wouldn't be allowed to.

"Well they said they are here for me." Prof. Park began to chuckle. "But we both know that they're just waiting for my decision."

"Your decision?" Asked Minho, his brow furrowing with confusion.

"They're letting me have an opinion before my untimely death on who I think should fill my place in the department." Prof. Park explained and the hidden point was picked up fast by Minho.

Minho shook his head. "They'll never agree to you by having me as your replacement. Both of them aren't fond of me."

Prof. Park began to laugh. "What the hell did you do to him? Anytime you're even mentioned, they have to fight the urge to spit."

"It's your fault." Minho couldn't help but grin. "My first month on the job, they wanted you to edit that essay they wrote but you were too busy so you had me to edit it instead and I ripped it apart. I guess they never got over it." Minho watched Prof. Park laughed and he shook his head. "I swear to god they hold a grudge on me since then."

"I also had a feeling it was something like that." Prof. Park grinned, still chuckling. "They were actually acting so high to my liking and you knew what, since I knew you did ripe their work, I told myself that hiring you was the best thing I would ever do."

Minho stared at him for a moment. "And? Was it?"

Prof. Park laughed. "You will not get a compliment from me so easily, Choi Minho."

Minho smiled. He couldn't believe that they were able to joke back and forth as they always could despite the circumstances and what had brought him here today.

"Sir?" Minho said carefully. "So over the phone, you--"
    
"Can you do something for me?" Interrupted Prof. Park. "There's a book on my desk. It's a plain leather cover with no title. Get it for me, please."

Minho obeyed and s