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Familiar: TaeKun {Request}

▹request acc: spillthetea13456789
▹prompt: taeyong visits the wayv dorm since he was bored and finds his boyfriend kun cooking
▹word count: 1189
▹warnings: n/a

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There's a constant flow of members in and out of the WayV dorm. The lively trio of pets work wonders on everyone's minds after a stressful, intense day of practice, or after a tough recording session, but as much as Taeyong adores their antics, he always comes to see a certain member in particular.

The aroma of his favourite stew wraps Taeyong's chest in familiar warmth when Yangyang greets him at the door with wide eyes to suggest he wasn't expected the leader's arrival.

"Kun's in the kitchen." Yangyang says. The leader doesn't even need to announce the reason for his visit because everyone can guess, and the younger rapper walks back to his room. Taeyong lines his shoes up in the way Kun demands of any visitors, then pulls off his beanie to shake his hair out into a casual, messy style.

When he approaches the kitchen, Kun has his back to the door and is tending to a generous pan of food on the hob. His black hair falls in waves over his head, overgrown but still neat as everything always is with him, and Taeyong hopes the stylists never find a pair of scissors again.

"Hey, baby." Taeyong calls, closing the distance between them to wrap his arms around his boyfriend's waist.

Kun yelps, drops the spoon, and tenses up in Taeyong's embrace for a short second before his entire body relaxes and he twists round to face the elder.

"Hey." Kun replies. "You scared me, Yong." Kun's eyes fall to the spoon on the floor, then glint with cuteness to plead Taeyong to pick it up for him.

Taeyong obliges, unable to resist the sparkles in his boyfriend's gaze and soft dimples of his pout, and Kun thanks him with a kiss, then reaches to leave the spoon in the sink before settling in Taeyong's arms once more, back against the counter.

"I wasn't expecting to see you around today. Aren't you at the studio?" Kun speaks softly and rests his cheek on the firm of Taeyong's chest.

"It was changed to tomorrow. So I have a free day and I got bored." Taeyong giggles, and he can hear the smile in Kun's voice when he exclaims how much he loves it when Taeyong visits.

"It's amazing how the others are on their best behaviour when you're here, too." Kun lifts his head enough to raise his voice for anyone else to hear. Hendery shouts back a disgruntled complaint, totally in denial of ever dreaming of disobeying Kun. "They're probably cleaning their rooms as we speak." Kun shakes his head and they both chuckle.

The speaker in the corner plays soft Jay Chou songs and Leon prowls through the kitchen to stop by their feet.

"It's not dinnertime yet, my sweet baby." Kun squeezes his arms around Taeyong's waist to pull him close. Leon meows in protest, but soon gives up and stalks off with his tail up high when he realises he's not getting any attention from them for now.

"Why don't you talk to me like that?" Taeyong juts out his bottom lip. Kun slaps his shoulder with a playful eyeroll.

"You mean like this?" Kun's voice adopts a high-pitched sweetness, borderline aegyo, that he reserves for his beloved fur babies, and he pinches Taeyong's cheeks and ruffles his hair until Taeyong wriggles away from his touch with a blush on his face.

"Yeah." Taeyong whines, but his heart pumps fast, and the ghost of Kun's hands linger on his cheeks even after the younger turns back to the food to add more spices and give it a stir. Taeyong watches in wonder. Kun always cooks meals to perfection. The room fills with a stronger aroma of the pork dish, making Taeyong's mouth water.

"Would you like me to baby you some more? I thought I gave you plenty of love." Kun grazes his lips over the expanse of Taeyong's neck, which automatically stretches to grant him more access, and his breath is warm and tingly on his skin when Kun laughs, deep.

"Don't tease me." Taeyong's eyebrows knot into a frown and he moves his head back down so Kun has no choice but to retreat, but his body shudders from the touches in his most sensitive area.

"I'm not." Kun's mouth opens in protest, yet dark mischief floods his eyes.

"Is the food nearly ready?" Taeyong leans over the pot to work out how much longer it has to simmer for. It distracts his mind from pining after Kun's touch. "Is there enough for me, too?"

"There's always enough. I was going to bring some round to you, in fact." Kun hums. Taeyong's chest warms and his fingers twist together with fuzziness.

"You always treat me so well." Taeyong sighs out, content to be held in Kun's arms again.

When they sit at the kitchen table, Kun's musky perfume blends so perfectly with the smell of homemade cooking that it diverts straight to Taeyong's head and all his worries wash away, drowning in the pure happiness that fills him to the very core to leave his senses focussed on Kun, and Kun only. The younger runs his hands through Taeyong's pink hair - once red, but since faded - and sings along to the background music. Taeyong can't understand the characters of Mandarin yet each syllable is so intimately familiar that he feels like he does.

Only a few minutes later Kun strokes his thumb across the length of Taeyong's jaw to get the elder to lift his head off his shoulder because he has to finish cooking. Taeyong frowns like a stubborn toddler, but lets his boyfriend move anyway. He's hungry, and can't wait to tuck into his incredible cooking.

"Please can you pass me the bowls, babe?" Kun glances over at his boyfriend and Taeyong nods, eager to help out.

It's tough being the leader of a group of 23 and counting, especially when their fame rises exponentially in time with the hours spent holed up in a practice room, and Kun understands his struggles more than anyone and is always ready to take responsibilities off Taeyong's shoulders whenever possible. Something so simple as Kun cooking dinner for him is enough for Taeyong to let go. Comfort enshrouds his head as he places the bowls on the counter beside the hob. He doesn't need to pretend when he's around his boyfriend.

"You get the first portion." Kun winks, and Taeyong can't resist kissing him.

Their lips dance together and Taeyong arches his back in the pleasure of the tingles shooting down his spine when Kun works his way into his mouth. He always finds their kisses end too soon. Kun pulls back to serve the portions of food, while Taeyong's eyes remain fixated on his stunning side profile and waves of thick hair. 

"You're so pretty." Taeyong breathes out when passed a bowl.

"Oh, shut up and eat." Kun laughs, pressing a kiss to his forehead, but Taeyong doesn't miss the pink glow on his boyfriend's cheeks as he calls the other members to join them at the table.

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I hope you enjoyed this fluffy drabble ^^ I have a new book published called crumbling bridges, the pairing is yuta x jaehyun, and I would very much appreciate if you checked it out <3 have a nice rest of your week!