Ecstacy of Love (vsoo)

24. Sweet like you and melt easily like you.

Edited

Taehyung's POV

The market was alive with energy, the sweet shop vendor shouting out his sales pitch, drawing in a crowd with promises of "buy one, get one free." It was the usual hustle and bustle of the main market, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the beautiful woman walking beside me. Jisoo, the one who held my heart, was caught up in the charm of the market, reminiscing about the past as we wandered hand in hand.

Her eyes suddenly lit up as she spotted a sweets stall, and with a slight lift of her hanbok, she headed straight for it. I couldn’t help but be curious. “Where are you going?” I called after her, but she didn’t answer, making me feel even more intrigued.

I followed her through the crowd, weaving between people until I reached the stall. But she was nowhere to be seen. I looked around, slightly confused, and then my eyes landed on her small figure. She had slipped past the stall and entered a tiny room behind it where the food preparers were busy at work.

I frowned, wondering what she was up to. I watched as the food preparers nodded at her, handing her something. She smiled widely in return, and I couldn’t help but smile too at the sight of her joy.

I slowly made my way toward the small kitchen where she was, my curiosity piqued. As I peered through the door, I saw her washing her hands and then tying her long hair into a neat bun. She moved with such grace and focus, pulling ingredients together, kneading the dough, adding honey syrup, and working it all together. There was a rhythm to her actions, a kind of peacefulness in the way she worked, and it was almost hypnotic to watch.

She formed small balls of dough and placed them into special molds, each one taking on a unique design. I stood there, barely breathing, watching her arrange the colorful little sweets on a plate. My heart swelled with admiration for her.

I didn’t even realize how long I had been standing there until she turned around and caught sight of me. Her smile widened when she saw me in the doorway, and she held up the plate of colorful dasik in front of me.

“Cough…cough…don’t you want to try?” she asked, her voice sweet but teasing.

I hadn’t even noticed the time pass. I had been so entranced by her that I lost track of everything around me. Her gesture of making something so personal for me, something she knew I loved, made me smile from the depths of my heart.

“You made these for me?” I asked, my voice softer than usual, filled with warmth and gratitude.

She nodded, still smiling. I could see the pride in her eyes, and it made my chest tighten. In that moment, I realized how deeply she cared for me—not just in words, but in actions.

Her eyes were fixed on me, her gaze still holding a hint of doubt. "I know you love dasik prepared by my eomma, but now it’s not possible, so just try one of them...if you don’t like it, it’s also fine," she said, her lips curling into a cute pout.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at her adorable expression. She was so sincere, so genuine, and yet I could sense her insecurities about it. I lifted my hand to gently wipe the flour that had dusted her cheek, my fingers grazing her soft skin.

"It doesn’t matter if they taste bad, I will eat each one of them," I muttered with a teasing grin, before popping the first piece into my mouth. The moment it touched my tongue, I could feel it melting in the most perfect way. The taste was exactly how I remembered it: sweet, comforting, and rich in love.

Jisoo’s eyes narrowed slightly as she watched me. "Is that a compliment?" she asked, her voice laced with a bit of sarcasm. She clearly didn’t appreciate me brushing it off as if it didn’t matter, but I could see the way her expression softened when I took the next bite.