It’s nine in the morning and two young men are fast asleep, their arms draped over each other in a comfortable yet secure embrace. Sunlight streams in through the window illuminating the scene with its soft, butter-yellow glow. The taller one, his dark brown hair swept across his brow in a purposefully-messy sort of way, is curled seemingly protectively around the smaller. Both are smiling slightly in their slumber. And, even if you didn’t know them personally, you’d be able to tell that they are deeply, deeply in love.

Many times one opens their eyes, sees that the other is still in dreamland, and falls back asleep for fear that if they move they would disturb the other’s slumber. This process repeats over for an hour until they open their eyes at the same moment, greeting each other with a good morning smile. Minseok yawns and stretches like a cat, and Luhan rubs at his eyes which are still puffy from sleep. There is something special about this time, the first waking minutes after the close moment they shared the night previous.

I thought I might cook for once, Minseok writes once both of them have woken themselves up a little more, you’ve been doing a lot of cooking for me.

Luhan nods, a bit distracted with trying to untangle a snarl from his hair, and Minseok heads off to make something edible for breakfast. After he untangles the knot from his bangs he slides off the bed and shuffles out of the room on socked feet, following Minseok to the kitchen.

Using ingredients left over from last night’s cake adventure, Minseok creates some very impressive, fluffy pancakes. Luhan doesn’t have much of an appetite, but he accepts the breakfast anyway and they sit across from each other and share a short stack of the flat golden cakes. There’s no syrup or butter to top them, but he has to admit that they don’t need it. They’re tasty on their own.

Minseok is in a spacey mood, and keeps gazing off at nothing in particular, mouth slightly open which causes Luhan to speculate that he probably didn’t sleep well.

Earth to Minseok, Luhan writes, did you have any dreams?

Yes, actually…now that you mention it. I dreamt that Jongdae and I were at a carnival and we rode the marry-go-round and everyone else threw up except for me.

Oh. I can’t tell if that means that it was a good dream or a bad one?

It was in-between, I guess. It wasn’t gross for some reason though, I dunno why.

Huh. Well, dreams are weird.

Yeah. I’m surprised that your roommates didn’t call after you didn’t come home last night.

You’re right, they didn’t…I’d better call and tell them I’m okay. Can you give me a second?

Minseok nods and begins to clean up the breakfast dishes while Luhan steps out to make the call to Yixing who is the most likely to pick up his phone, probably because of the fact the he uses it nearly 24/7 to listen to music.

“Hi.”

“Oh, Luhan? Hi.”

“Yeah, it’s me. I just thought I’d call and tell yo