HIS HEAVEN

55. RE- UNION

| HEAVEN'S POV |

Taehyung wrapped his strong arms around mine, clinging to me from behind as he watched me make the kimchi. His eyes were fixed on me every movement, and a mix of relief and protectiveness in his expression.

The silence in the kitchen was only broken by the sound of me chopping the cabbage and other ingredients. Taehyung leaned his head on my shoulder, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck, as if trying to make sure I was really there, alive.

"You know, I could hire a chef to do this." He muttered, his voice a low rumble against my skin.I rolled my eyes, although a small smile tugged at the corners of my lips. "And deprive you of my amazing cooking? Never."

Taehyung chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. He planted a feather-light kiss on the sensitive spot behind my ear, his breath warm against me. "True. This kimchi does smell amazing."

As I continued to chop the vegetables, Taehyung remained glued to my back, his embrace growing tighter. His possessive nature, usually restrained, was more intense than ever after my 'death'.

"who taught you making kimchi? Is it your mom?" He asked me, and that's it, my mind went towards my parents. How my mom used to make fresh kimchi for us.

My hands halted for a moment as the memories surged forth. Taehyung noticed my brief pause, feeling the sudden tension in my body. He gently turned me around to face him, his eyes searching mine.

"You're thinking about your parents, aren't you?" He whispered, his gaze filled with compassion and understanding.

Not thinking... I'm missing them

I nodded, unable to utter a word, the pain of losing my family still raw. Taehyung cupped my face with his hands, his thumbs gently caressing my cheeks. He pulled me into his arms, holding me tight as if trying to shield me from the world's cruelty.

"I bet your mom was an amazing cook, just like you." He murmured his hand gently stroking my hair "I'm sure she taught you well."

I let out a shaky breath, my eyes stinging with unshed tears. "She did, Mom would make kimchi every weekend, and it was the best."

Taehyung listened quietly, his presence a comforting anchor in the midst of my memories. Once I regained my composure, I pulled back to look at him, my gaze watery but determined.

"I want to make it just like her." I said firmly. "To honor her memory and show you how amazing her kimchi was."

Taehyung's eyes softened, full of admiration. "You're incredible, you know that?" He leaned down and planted a tender kiss on my forehead.

I smiled, his compliment giving me a boost of confidence. With renewed determination, I went back to chopping and preparing the ingredients. Taehyung watched me for a moment before asking,

"Can I help? I'm a quick learner."

"Sure love"

Taehyung's eyes lit up at my response and he stood beside me, eager to learn. We continued working side by side, the kitchen filled with the aroma of fresh ingredients and the sound of our conversation.

Every once in a while, Taehyung would try to steal a taste of the kimchi before it was fully ready, earning a playful smack on the hand from me. His cheeky grin in return only made me smile more.

"This is the best thing I've ever tasted," he declared after tasting a sample. His exaggerated reaction made me laugh, the sound filling the kitchen.

"Calm down, it's not even finished yet," I reminded him, shaking my head in amusement. "Doesn't matter, it's still heavenly delicious," he teased, winking at me.