hours after, jeongguk had woken up, although begrudgingly, and prepared himself for the day ahead. patting the remnants of his expensive moisturiser into his face, his phone buzzes the customised tone just for taehyung, a sparkly sound he can only pinpoint as a similar enough feeling that he gets whenever he looks at his lover, crystal butterflies with sugar wings fling around inside his stomach.
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after screaming over the word 'honey' and smiling to himself about how he bagged an amazing boyfriend and is gonna make him a perfect dinner like a cute househusband.
firstly, he had to grocery shopping. yes, he misjudged how much he actually bought and practically hobbled home. but the boy eventually returned home (with the will of god). put everything away but kept the ingredients he needed out and started searching for a recipe. jeongguk found gigi hadid's spicy vodka pasta and decided to go for that (he bought a haul of alcohol). it was very straightforward. or so it seemed. the boy narrows his eyes and puts on the pink and creme frilled apron that he bought and washed his hands. then sighs at all the ingredients in front of him like they'll reply and say 'what's up?'.
