Hey! I hope everyone is doing well!

So, for this chapter, I want to give an honourable mention to the tumblr user neighborhoodtom/babyleefs , because there is a moment in this story that was inspired by their artwork! I won't specify on the moment here, but I will at the end of the chapter, cause y'know. Spoilers. Thanks again for letting me use your art for inspiration for this chapter! 3

I do not own MM!

I grumbled to myself, rolling over in the bed, shivering as the cold air brushed my shoulders. I opened my eyes, sitting up immediately as I saw the area next to me was empty, vacant of life and warmth. I looked around frantically- he was nowhere to be found.

I threw the sheets off of me, dread settling deep in my abdomen, my heart feeling like it was crashing to the floor as I quickly made my way out of my room, eyes scanning over the living room slowly before making my way to the kitchen.

"Yoosung?!"

I looked up, my breath hitching as he turned towards me, away from the stove, his eyes wide in confusion.

"Saeran? What's wrong?"

I lifted a hand to my chest, willing my heart to calm down as I let go of the breath I had evidently been holding.

"I... I thought you left."

"What? No, of course not, silly." He beamed at me, pointing at the plates on the counter, "I just wanted to wake up early to make you breakfast. I made omurice! It's just finished. Do you want coffee?"

I blushed a bit, nodding in response. He beamed as he turned to the coffee machine, beginning to search for the grinder. I could hear him mumbling under his breath about how coffee machines weren't nearly as good as drip-brewing, but it should suffice, and a small smile graced my lips as I sat down before the food he made.

Soon he had placed a cup of coffee in front of me, and one for himself, sitting next to me at the counter. We ate in silence for a while until he turned to me, a question in his eyes.

"So, did you have any plans for today?"

I shook my head slowly, feeling sheepish suddenly. I wasn't very good with making plans for one day, let alone a week's worth. He smiled at me, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Could we go somewhere?"

"Where?"

"There's a market being set up downtown that I want to take a look at. Want to go?"

I nodded, smiling at him, laughing softly under my breath as he beamed, excitedly shovelling the rest of his omurice into his mouth, a happy blush resting up on the tops of his cheeks.

We made it to the market in the early afternoon, and I couldn't keep the smile off my face as Yoosung laced his hand with mine, running around in awe at all the stands, ogling everything with fervour. I was happy just to watch him looking like a child on Christmas morning, until a stand we passed caught my eye.

It was a plant booth, filled with different succulents and cacti for sale. I found myself intrigued by them, curious as to what it would be like to take care of them. I felt a prickle of warmth within me as I imagined it, barely noticing Yoosung pull my hand as he had begun to move, pulling back to see why I hadn't moved with him.

He smiled as he saw the succulent stand, looking up at me.

"You want a succulent?"

I blushed, looking away slightly.

"...I don't know."

He grinned at me, pulling me closer to the stand.

"It's okay if you want one. Which one do you like?"

I blushed harder, looking back at the stand, pointing at a small, round cactus with a little pink flower at the top.

"...That one."

Yoosung beamed at me, turning to the woman at the booth, asking for the cacti and the proper items to care of it, then he began insisting on paying for it when I took out my wallet. The woman handed me the bag, waving us both off with a smile, and I felt the tips of my ears tingling with warmth as I held the bag in my hands.

"...You didn't have to do that."

Yoosung slid his hand along my arm, looping it through my elbow gently, nuzzling his cheek against my shoulder.

"I want to spoil you, too, y'know."

My blush was covering my entire face now, and I stopped walking. I couldn't find the words in me to speak, so I simply put the bag down before me, turning to Yoosung, who was looking at me in confusion.

"Saeran?"

I grabbed Yoosung's arm, making him stumble towards me, pressing my lips hard against his, sliding my tongue over his lower lip, a muffled squeak of surprise escaping him as I did so. He recovered quickly, wrapping his arms around my neck, his eyes fluttering closed, his mouth inviting me inside. His body shivered as I roamed his mouth, sighing warmly against his lips.

I pulled away slightly, smiling a bit.

"You're wonderful."

He blushed at my words, poking me hard in the shoulder.

"Someone's feeling a little bit bold."

I let go of him indignantly, picking up the bag and walking, shoving my free hand in my pocket.

"Fine. I won't do it then."

I continued to walk, smiling as I heard him laugh behind me for a bit before running to catch up to me.

"Saeraan, wait up! Don't be so mean to me!"

Some cute fluffy shit cause why not

And okay, back to neighborhoodtom/babyleef's idea - They drew a picture of Saeran caring for cacti, and I loved the idea, and could totally see it, so I asked them if I could use it in my story, and they said yes! So thank you so much again 3 Please go look them up on tumblr, or check their instagram (babyleefs) to see their adorable art :3

~Pixil-8