Try Again | NCT Yuta

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Two years later.

Hyeji's POV

I woke up to the sound of something sizzling away in the kitchen. Looking to my side I notice Yuta had vacated the bed in favour of whipping up something on the stove.

I yawned loud enough that he probably heard me, stretching my arms above my head before getting out of bed.

Slipping my feet into some slippers, I reach for his discarded shirt on the floor. I put it on and ensure it is long enough to cover my rear before heading out to see him.

Yuta smiled immediately upon noticing my arrival as he stirred what seemed to be scrambled eggs.

"Good morning, princess," he leaves the eggs alone for long enough to give me a morning hug and kiss. "Big day ahead of us so I am making a big breakfast."

"A big breakfast of just eggs?" I query, noticing there is no bread in the toaster or any other item of food being prepared.

"There's also toast—that I didn't put on," Yuta sighs, frustrated with his efforts.

I laugh to myself as I go grab some slices of bread to put into the toaster.

"What are the plans for this big day?"

Last I knew, today was to be spent in the apartment watching shitty romcoms whilst simply refusing to get dressed all day.

"I figured we could go to the beach and even have dinner at one of those fancy water front places," Yuta recites the agenda like he has the script written in his brain.

"I see," folding my arms across my chest, I lean against the countertop as I just watch the love of my life focus on his eggs.

He mixes them a few more times before turning off the heat, bringing the pan over to his pre-prepared plate on the bench. Pouring the yellow mixture onto its surface, he chucks the pan back on the stove before heading to the fridge for the butter.

The toaster dings as the toast is released. I grab the slices and assist the chef in his endeavour to complete breakfast.

After a short few minutes we are both seated on the bench stools, indulging in Yuta's special breakfast.

"Do I need to dress fancy?" I ask him.

"What do you mean?" he responds with another question.

"Well is this a bikini beach date or a will-you-marry-me beach date?" I ask the latter half in a very quick breath, almost hoping he won't hear it.

"Why would I tell you if I'm proposing? I'm not doing that until you're thirty at least," Yuta grimaces at me as though I were the ugliest thing he had ever seen.

I mock offence to his expression as I continue to shovel eggs into my mouth.

"Maybe I'll wear a nice dress with a bikini underneath it so I'm prepared for either option," I settle on my clothing decision out loud.

"Maybe that's a good idea," Yuta agrees, giving his nod of approval.

I smile to myself, finishing my plate before heading to the bedroom to get dressed.

It would make sense for him to propose. We are reaching our technical 3 year anniversary — if you exclude the break we had when he was with Seulgi.

We live together and I think it's pretty obvious that we are pretty in love with each other.

We have been having more discussions about our further recently too. Regarding the idea of kids and getting a proper house and what not.

Still, I didn't want to jinx the whole thing.