Nineteen - Twenty Seven || JJK || ✔️ [EDITED ✔️]

CHAP 22: Without you

Y/N'S POV:

I woke up as the sun directly falls on my face, a tired grunt leaves my mouth. I couldn't sleep thinking about yesterday. The events of yesterday still play vividly in my mind, making it difficult to find rest even in sleep. The urgency to make my daughter remember, to reconnect with her after finally finding her, drives me to push past my fatigue. But the thing is why she's with Jungkook and how they are siblings? This isn't simple as it seems. I'm going crazy thinking about all of this. I need to do something.

I drags my tired body out of bed. Each step feels heavy as I moves across the room, my muscles protesting the lack of rest. As I walk downstairs I was welcomed by cold wind.

I guess taehyung is still asleep. His support has been invaluable, standing by me through my toughest times and helping me navigate the chaos.

He must be very tired though. Let him rest a little. He bought me chicken yesterday so I should make him something good. He is being so sweet to me and handling me and my tantrums.

I should make breakfast for us so that I can thank him properly.

I opened the fridge and took out all the ingredients I need and starts making the dough. The familiar scents help to ground me, offering a brief sense of normalcy amidst the chaos of my emotions. I carefully chops vegetables, cracks eggs, and sizzles bacon, each action a testament to my gratitude and determination.

My mind, however, remains occupied with thoughts of my daughter. The memory of finding her, the joy mixed with fear of the fragile reunion, is still fresh. I need my daughter to remember, to reconnect fully, and it's this hope that fuels my actions despite my exhaustion.

I made some pancakes, it's the best thing I can make. I was almost finished doing them when Taehyung enters the hall holding his pillow tightly against his chest. 

He's cute.

"Oh you are awake. Good morning."

"Good morning Y/N. But what are you doing?" he asks half asleep.

"I woke up early so I thought to make breakfast for both of us. They are almost done."

"Mhm, it smells so delicious."

"Thank you...you go freshen up, it will be ready by then."

"Okay I'll be back as fast as possible." he sprinted back towards his room.

I flipped the last one and then set them on the plates. I poured some honey above them and some chocolate syrup too. As the meal comes together, I set the table with care, laying out plates, cutlery, and glasses. I arrange the food thoughtfully, making sure everything looks inviting. This breakfast isn't just about nourishment; it's a symbol of my appreciation and the bond we've shared.

"You really came fast, come sit here." 

"You didn't have to do this."

I smiles back, a mix of gratitude and determination in my eyes. "I wanted to," I replies. "You've done so much for me. This is the least I can do."

He quickly sits in one of the chair across me.

I waited for him to eat first as it was my first time serving him. He immediately digs in and his eyes light up with the mouth-watering taste of the pancakes.