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Shuhua wakes up and stirs around in her half-awake haze, not wanting to commit to being fully conscious yet. She presses her chest against the bed and stretches, letting out a low groan. She closes her eyes again and sighs. More sleep sounds good to her.
She rolls over and extends her arm out to reach for something- someone soft and warm, but is only met with empty and cold sheets. Shuhua slowly squints her eyes open and continues to grope at the white blanket surrounding her, a small whine escaping from her throat.
Where's her Jinjin?
Shuhua rolls over again, this time to stare at the ceiling, waiting for her brain to catch up to sobriety. She lazily turns her head to look at the time on the wall clock shaped like Totoro. "Nine... thirty-five," She mumbles to herself, before slowly getting off the bed and picking her phone up on the way to the door.
The first thing that greets Shuhua on the way out of her bedroom is the faintly umami aroma wafting from the kitchen, smelling stronger the more steps she takes down the stairs.
Then she sees Soojin, back turned to her as she focuses on cooking. She looked beautiful; her long black hair tied up in a low ponytail, a little of her lower back exposed because of her sweater riding up, and hips lazily swaying to her own humming.
A wide dopey smile stretches across Shuhua's face as she quietly walked closer. Once Soojin let go of the pan and rest her hands to her hips, Shuhua lovingly wraps her arms around her from behind, slightly startling the Korean.
"Oh. Good morning, Shushu," Soojin greeted, gently pressing back against the Taiwanese woman. "Mmn," Shuhua greeted in return, nuzzling her nose into the crook of Soojin's neck. "What's cooking...?"
"Seaweed soup, baobei. I wanted to prepare breakfast in bed for you, but since you're already here..."
"Mhm, yeah... Let's have breakfast, qin ai de. You need any help?"
"No, no, I'm okay right now. You relax for once, my hardworking angel."
"Mrrrp... I'll just watch you then, if that's okay?"
Soojin nods and Shuhua silently watches her continue cooking, gently kissing the nape of her neck or her exposed shoulder every so often. She squeezes her into a tighter embrace, and Soojin laughs softly, holding her hand.
Their matching gold rings clink with every little movement of their hands, and it's silly music to their ears.
All is well.
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