Breakfast**
Minho smiled back and nodded. He got up and headed straight for the bathroom. After half an hour, he headed downstairs to find Gayoon in the kitchen, busily putting fried eggs on a plate along with toast, butter and sausages. He leaned against the wall, observing her every move.
Her hair was tied up in a ponytail, exposing her smooth neck which was tainted with the hickeys he placed on her last night. She was still wearing his shirt and her rosy scent was very intoxicating. Seduced by her aroma, he moved towards her.
Gayoon put away the pan and was about to call Minho when she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her, possessively claiming her.
"H-hey!" she weakly protested when he pulled her back and buried himself into her neck. She blushed when she felt his hand unbuttoning her shirt.