Put A Spell On Me - Taegyu

Domesticity and Pancakes and Real Witch Tea

Beomgyu ’s eyelids felt heavier than usual. His pillow felt different.

Why was the sunlight coming in from the right instead of left like it normally did?

He stretched himself out under the warm blankets and rubbed at his eyes until they opened. Only then did he realize he wasn’t in his own room. What the hell.

He scrambled to sit up and get a better look at the room. It was small, well lit, and smelled like fresh laundry. Definitely not his room.

Immediately his mind went in twenty different directions. Was he kidnapped? No, the room was too nice to be an evil person’s lair. Did he enter the wrong apartment last night? That’s definitely not possible, because no one would leave their door open for drunk strangers in the middle of the night. Or worst case scenario: did he have a half-conscious one night stand with someone who he can’t remember and end up sleeping at their place. That one had a ‘NO’ with capital letters and a big red cross over it.

Ignoring his peculiar thoughts, he leaned over the bed to pull shut a window pane that had been left slightly ajar to let a chilly breeze in. It creaked as he pulled on it.

“You’re awake.”

Startled, Beomgyu let go of the window and turned around. Taehyun was in the doorway, wearing only a pair of sweatpants. A towel was thrown over his bare shoulders, water dripping off his damp hair. Beomgyu gulped.

“I – uh, yeah,” he said quietly. “Is this your bedroom?”

Taehyun nodded. “I guess you’ve never been upstairs to my flat. This is it. Part of it, at least.”

“It’s nice,” Beomgyu said shortly, still distracted by the fact that Taehyun was not wearing a shirt.

“Thanks,” Taehyun smiled. “Also, I just got out of the shower, so if you’re not feeling like shit, then feel free to use it.”

“Oh. Okay.” He was shirtless.

“I’ll be in the kitchen, so just come in whenever you’re hungry.”

Beomgyu couldn’t even form the words ‘thank you’. He was too busy admiring the way Taehyun’s waist dipped down and –

“Beommie.”

Beomgyu blinked and directed his eyes back at Taehyun’s face. “Yeah?” “I said I’ll be in the kitchen.”

“Right. Thanks.”

He got a glimpse of Taehyun’s back as he left the room. He needed that shower, and it had to be cold.

The smell of pancakes was the first thing that smacked Beomgyu in the face as he entered the kitchen.

“Good morning,” Taehyun greeted. He was standing over the stove – wearing a tank top now, thank goodness – and sprinkling chocolate chips into a creamy batter. “Feeling alright?”

Beomgyu nodded. “My head only hurts a little. Shouldn’t hangovers feel worse?”

“You didn’t actually have any alcohol last night,” Taehyun reminded. His arm flexed as he flipped the pancake. “Your head probably just hurts from falling off Seungcheol’s table.”

“I did what?”

Taehyun laughed. “You couldn’t stop laughing, so that’s when I decided it was time to leave.”

“Why don’t I remember this? What the hell?” Beomgyu sighed and seated himself at the table. Taehyun soon brought over a pile of warm pancakes along with a couple of syrup bottles.

“I can’t wait to see what you’re like when you’re actually drunk,” Taehyun said, passing a knife and fork to the other.

“Life of the party probably,” Beomgyu laughed. “But I think it’ll be more fun seeing what I’m like the morning after, because I have a feeling this headache is nothing compared to that.”