Cherry | K.TH

chapter forty five

c h e r r y

Alone in the kitchen at 10 a.m., the soft music of Mozart playing in the background, I prepared breakfast since I'm the only one who can do such task.

I couldn't sleep well, even in the arms of Tae. Something kept bothering me, I used to sleep for a long period of time after a long time of partying and drinking.

Placing three plates, I put scrambled eggs, sausages and bacons, since Jungwon loves them, and fruits. I sat on a chair, thinking about whether I should scream my lungs out or wait for them to come.

Honestly breakfast looks so tempting that I can eat it right at this moment, I open my mouth and that's when I see Tae walking down the stairs, half awake but still good looking.

"Good morning~," I sang, waking towards him to give him a hug. He welcomes me, feeling his warmth surrounding me. "I made us breakfast."

He lazily leaned down to me, pressing his lips against mine. I pat his back, signalling him to come eat with me. He grabs himself a seat and I do the same. Without saying anything, yet, he starts eating silently. He was probably sleeping mentally, I can't really argue with that.

I rub my hand on my thigh, just out of nervousness. I've been thinking about it for a while. Honestly, I don't even know how he's going to react to it. It's not anything serious, it's just something I would like to happen.

Putting my hand on his gently, he looks up to me, munching on his food. My eyes automatically went down as I circle my finger on his hand.

"I was thinking," I paused, taking the time to smile to him. "That you should move in with me. I don't think it's a bad idea, since you're always here."

Eyes still fixated on me, his jaw worked less on the food he was eating, then he lays down the fork. I hear him swallow the food as I wait for him to say something or anything.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. The last time I went to your apartment, there wasn't much stuff laying around, you can easily take your things and come here. I could help you out."

He lowers his head, his free hand went on his nape to massage it. He chuckles, giving my hand a tight squeeze. I stayed quiet, smiling unknowingly. "I better pay half of the rent."

"We can figure that out in the future," I replied, putting the rest of sausages on his plate. "Now I get to see you every morning with that cute face of yours."

"Is that the only thing you're excited of?"

I shrug, taking a bite of the bacon. "I guess? Aren't you excited too?"

He smirks, shrugging like the way I did previously. "I thought about the amount of space we have for ourselves, it makes me think about the dirty things I could do with you around the house."

Gasping, I hit his hand, getting up from the chair to breath and process his comment. He just chuckled and of course these kind of jokes doesn't really faze him as much as it did to me.

"Bacon! God thank you, sis," Jungwon calls out as both of our head turned to him. He takes a seat just beside Tae and he starts serving himself breakfast.

I laugh, waving off the imaginary tension that was in the air, "Only calling me sis when I do something you like. I feel hurt."

That specific sentence doesn't really come often. I say it just to make him feel bad and he always says the same thing all over again. What a softie, he had such a gentle heart just like me. I guess we both inherit from Dad.

"I'm sorry, it's just sounds better when I say it in those kind of sentence." His mood switches up quickly, he clasp both hands together, looking straight at me. "I love you, Y/n. I'm grateful for everything you do for me."

Taehyung twist his body to fully look at Jungwon. Then out of nowhere, he starts laughing at him, ruffling his hair. Jungwon was fuming in embarrassment, his cheeks glowing in red.

He shoves Taehyung away, yelling at him. But Tae just continued listening to him, nodding at every bickering slipping from his brother's mouth.

I leaned against the counter, looking at them. I'm so happy that I could see my two favourite person getting along with each other. All my previous boyfriends never got along with my brother. They didn't like how he resembled me so much, a soft heart. They didn't like that he had this kind hearted side. He grew up with Dad, who never intended to raise a man that hides his feelings. He raised us both equally and sometimes I wished he could've been a bit stricter but not as strict as Mom.

"Let's go out today," I exclaimed, grabbing their plates as I talked.

They both stopped chatting, turning to see me. "Sure," They both said in unison.

I sure love my life.