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The day had ended quite uneventfully, they had eaten together and Jisung had rested like Minho had wanted him to.
And for the first night in months the younger slept peacefully.
The way the ravenette had tugged him in like a mother would to her child, how he had smiled at him before wishing him wonderful dreams.
Jisung had fallen asleep with the picture of the stars shining on the night sky in his mind just like he had watched them before his eyes had eventually fallen close when exhaustion had taken over him.
He had heard the crickets chirp outside and he had smelled the soft scent of nature as he fell asleep, this felt so new to him.
But he liked it.
So this is what people called healing.
And also his body was really happy to sleep on such a soft mattress in a real bed instead of a little couch, for once everything felt good.
That night Jisung fell asleep with a soft smile on his face.
But Minho hadn't been able to get any rest so he did what he always did when he couldn't sleep.
He knitted or baked something.
Nighttime was his creative phase so he often used those peaceful hours to try new creations before the new day would start.
Jisung had told him about his love for cheesecake so why not try to make something to surprise the younger?
It had been 3:21 am when Minho went to bed after preparing a banana split cheesecake and writing down a few new bread recipe ideas he'd try the next day but he already knew that he'd be dead tired tomorrow.
A baker's day started early after all if customers wanted freshly baked treats at 7:30 am already.
When Jisung woke up the sun was already shining and tickling his nose, making him sneeze cutely.
He had slept long, longer than he normally would and he felt very well-rested much to his surprise.
Minho was nowhere to be found when the boy left his room but the mouthwatering scent of fresh bread and egg filled his nose until his gaze fell on the lonely breakfast on the small kitchen table.
Jisung waddled over and took a seat before he also noticed the little note on the glass of orange juice.
'Enjoy your breakfast and just put the dirty dishes in the sink, I'll take care of it later. I'm downstairs in the bakery, come down when you're finished but be careful with the stairs :) ~Minho'
The older knew how horrible the stairs of the old house were, especially for pregnant people going downstairs.
And it didn't hurt to remind the boy to be careful, better be safe than sorry.
Minho's breakfast was like a gentle breeze on a hot beach day, like the sound of water flowing down a little stream, like a good song after a long exhausting day.
There wasn't an exact way to describe the dream Jisung's taste buds were living but at some point the boy hoped that his plate would never get empty and his stomach never full.
Minho's cooking was amazing, not only his baking.
And he didn't only think like that because he hadn't eaten homemade meals in months, he thought like that because it was the truth.
Even a simple dish like eggs and bread made him feel like he had just eaten in a fancy expensive restaurant.
A soft pout found its way on Jisung's face when his plate was empty already but he made himself a mental note to thank Minho for the amazing meal and brought his used tableware over to the sink like the older had told him to.
And with a full stomach and a happy and quiet baby the boy made his way downstairs, carefully like Minho had told him to.
