𝗶𝗱𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘆𝗲𝘁 ♡ dotae

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Upon entering his lonely home, he placed his bag on the kitchen counter before quickly getting changed. He was still thinking about the conversation he had with Sora. Then he headed to the kitchen to make something to eat. His cupboards were full, and his recipe books were yearning to be opened, but Taeyong wasn't in the mood to make anything new. He decided not to be lazy for a bit as he quickly made ramen, leaving it on the counter as he grabbed a stool for himself.

As he sat in the silence of his home, he ate his food whilst zoning out. He was staring at the kitchen for a while until he snapped out of it. His eyes trailed upon his bag, and he remembered his notebook. He decided to pull it out and open it to the next page, getting out his pen. The ramen remained untouched and started going cold, as Taeyong wrote.

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Scenario #2: The Kitchen

As Taeyong entered the apartment, a variety of aromas and noises coming from the kitchen greeted him. Entering the kitchen, he saw Doyoung in an apron with his sleeves rolled up as he cooked with ease. The bunny male noticed Taeyong's figure watching him, so he lowered the heat on the stove and faced his lover.

"Hey, angel. How was work?"

"Oh, it was fine. Nothing new," responded Taeyong, walking over to the younger and receiving a peck on the forehead. Doyoung ran his hand through the elder's hair.

"Get changed and come back. You must be hungry."

Obeying the younger's request, Taeyong dragged himself to the bathroom to wash up before slipping into a tee and joggers. When he entered the kitchen, Doyoung's back faced him as he put away some ingredients. Rubbing his eyes, Taeyong walked over and hugged the taller, not wanting to let go. Chuckling, Doyoung gently made the elder release his grip before facing him and embracing Taeyong's petite body. Giving a kiss on Taeyong's head, the taller placed his head on the shorter's as they took in the moment they had together.

Taeyong felt two hands grasp the back of his thighs before Doyoung carried him onto the kitchen island. He was placed there with his legs apart as Doyoung settled in between them, his arms firmly attached to Taeyong's waist. His eyes gazed at Taeyong with adoration as the latter coiled his arms around the taller's neck, pulling him closer.

His slender fingers got tangled in Taeyong's hair as their lips met, fiddling with each other as they moved at a slow pace. The sweet taste of Doyoung's soft lips pressed against his own invaded his senses. Along with the kiss giving him butterflies, it also gave Taeyong a sense of comfort. To know how gentle Doyoung was with him. To see how the younger looked at him with stars and pure love in his eyes. He ended the kiss by softly biting Taeyong's bottom lip, smiling as he saw the elder's flushed face.

"You're so precious to me," Doyoung whispered to the elder as he leaned closer to him, enveloping Taeyong in another homely hug.

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Reality brought him back to his senses once he finished writing. The scene stopped playing as his mind went blank, gripping his pen tightly.

"It can't happen in real life. You aren't even real. Just someone I made in my imagination from my loneliness and lack of affection."

He could feel the tears build up in his eyes and felt pathetic. Even though it felt like something ridiculous to cry about, he couldn't help but feel sensitive over the fact that he couldn't deal with being lonesome anymore. Coping with the ongoing battle of emotional loneliness was difficult since he had no clue who to run to without feeling ashamed.

To Taeyong, being alone was terrifying. He was never used to being alone since people surrounded him throughout his upbringing. So whenever he's sole, he'd feel vulnerable and lost, panic and fear. There was no specific reason for his apprehension of being alone, but he despised and couldn't stand it. Taeyong was starting to realise that he felt like this because he lacked romantic affection. Despite never being in a relationship, Taeyong knew what he wanted, and that was romance.

The feeling of being able to rely on someone, knowing they're there for you, holding you in their arms to comfort you and get you through the hard times. He wanted to feel important. He wanted to be in the centre of someone's universe. He wanted to feel loved beyond words could describe it.

How much, Taeyong wished that his imaginary friend, no, imaginary lover, existed. So he'd no longer have to worry about the pain of feeling alone ever again.

"Why couldn't you be real?"