Lee Minho

Jisung lazily scratched his stomach and squinted in the bright sunlight as he looked around the living room. The house had been in a tizzy since early morning. A vacuum cleaner hummed somewhere, dishes clanked in the kitchen, and the sound of splashing water drifted from the yard.

"What's going on?" he muttered sleepily, ruffling his hair.

It was already twelve o'clock. Saturday.

Felix, his omega father, walked past with an armful of clean towels. Seeing his son, he simply smiled and gently stroked his cheek.

"Good morning, baby. An old friend from university is coming to visit us today. After graduation, he went to live in the USA, and we haven't seen each other for almost twenty years."

"Twenty years?" Jisung was surprised.

"Exactly."

Outside, Bang Chan was already busy by the pool, armed with a brush and hose. Judging by the concentrated expression on his face, he was determined to bring the yard to perfection.

Jisung watched him go and yawned. The holidays had just begun, his first year of university had been successfully completed, and the last thing he wanted to do on his day off was spring cleaning.

So, without feeling an ounce of remorse, he headed straight to the kitchen.

It smelled of baked goods, cinnamon, and something else so delicious that my stomach immediately made itself known with a loud rumble.

Felix was just taking a golden brown pie out of the oven.

"Wow..."

Without thinking, Jisung reached for the golden crust, but immediately received a light slap on the hand with a kitchen towel.

"Ow!"

"Don't even think about it," Felix laughed.

"Well, just a small piece..."

"This is for the guest."

Jisung sighed tragically, as if he had been deprived of the last joy in life, and rubbed his injured hand.

"I already hate your friend."

Felix’s laughter was immediately heard from the kitchen, and from the yard, a loud:

"I heard everything!"