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As the day lazily stretched into the afternoon, neither of them made much effort to leave the cozy confines of the bed. Minjae eventually stirred, lifting her head from Jake's shoulder with a sleepy expression. Her hair was a mess, sticking out at odd angles, and her cheeks were adorably puffed from resting against him for so long.

Jake chuckled at the sight, reaching out without thinking to smooth down her hair. "You look like you just lost a fight with a tornado."

Minjae swatted his hand away half-heartedly, her lips twitching into a sleepy smile. "I'll have you know, this is my signature morning look, dumbass."

Jake raised an eyebrow, leaning back against the headboard. "Yeah? Not sure Vogue's ready for that one."

Minjae pouted, crossing her arms in mock indignation. "You're just jealous because I make messy look good."

"Sure, sure," Jake teased, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk. "Keep telling yourself that."

Before Minjae could retort, her stomach growled loudly, interrupting her. She froze, her face turning red as Jake burst out laughing.

"Wow," he said, his laughter still bubbling up. "Your stomach is really stealing the spotlight today."

"Don't laugh!" Minjae whined, hiding her face in her hands. "I can't help it! Breakfast was hours ago."

Jake shook his head, still grinning as he stood up and stretched. "Alright, alright. Guess it's time to feed you again. Stay put, and don't fall asleep this time."

Minjae peeked at him through her fingers, her eyes narrowing playfully. "What if I do? You'll have to carry me again."

Jake shot her a look over his shoulder, his smirk turning mischievous. "Don't tempt me. I'll throw you over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes this time."

Minjae giggled, leaning back against the pillows. "Bold of you to assume I'd mind."

Shaking his head in amusement, Jake made his way to the kitchenette, rummaging through the cupboards to find something simple to make. Minjae watched him from the bed, her chin resting on her knees.

"Hey, Jake?" she called out after a few moments.

"Yeah?"

She hesitated, her voice soft when she finally spoke. "Thanks. For everything. You didn't have to take care of me like this, but... you did."

Jake paused, glancing back at her. Her sincerity caught him off guard, and for a moment, he wasn't sure how to respond. Finally, he shrugged, turning back to the counter.

"You don't have to thank me," he said, his voice quieter now. "I just... I don't know. It felt right."

Minjae smiled, hugging her knees to her chest. "Well, for what it's worth, you're really good at it. Taking care of people, I mean."